The front office is very lively, the fire is bright, and there are people coming and going. Some are going out to patrol the streets, and some have just returned from patrolling the streets.
The place where Song Qingtang stopped was said to be the front office, but in fact it was far away from the front of Yan Yunwei.
He stood in a corner, looking at the six soldiers guarding the prison in the distance, thinking about how to get over.
At this time, a group of people came towards us, about three people each, with two women walking in the middle.
The two women were holding hands. Their clothes were clean and bright. They could not be called rich, but they were by no means simple. The materials were very good.
They looked relaxed and were talking to the expressionless men next to them, with a hint of flattery, and they didn't look like they had been arrested and imprisoned.
They were walking this way. Song Qingtang saw his own shadow and stepped back to avoid them.
Behind is another path, which is cold and dark with a strong night breeze. Going inside can lead to the other side of the cell, but the iron door on that side is locked and cannot be entered.
Those people were getting closer and closer. Song Qingtang thought it would be best to stay away, so he took a few steps back.
But at this moment, a cold light suddenly came from behind.
The slight sound of wind caused by the blade breaking through the air immediately made Song Qingtang turn around, reach out to block the opponent's forearm, and at the same time go to capture the opponent.
The attacker moves quickly and is very agile. He avoids all his attacks instantly and takes the initiative.
After going back and forth for several rounds, Song Qingtang gritted his teeth and found it too much.
He was not bad at martial arts. After all, he had strode forward on the battlefield licking the blood from the knife edge. He had never been inferior to anyone in terms of physical fitness and strength, but now he was suppressed by the opponent and was unable to move.
He was gradually forced into a corner, and the opponent's attacks became more and more ruthless. The silver light in his hand blurred and hit his vitals several times.
Song Qingtang's eyes became very bright, and he mobilized his whole body's strength to fight head-on. However, the opponent's skills were really agile, and he did not take advantage of him at all.
A gust of wind swept by, and the bastard struck at his neck. In order to avoid this fatal knife, Song Qingtang retreated to the back corner, but saw that the opponent had withdrawn the bastard that had only been half-swung, and the silver light of the knife turned sharply on his fingertips.
Then BS hits from another angle.
kidding me!
Song Qingtang's eyes widened, and he saw the sharp blade approaching instantly.
This knife was definitely not a trick on him. He had no way to retreat. In a hurry, Song Qingtang avoided the vital point and reached out to block it, but he already expected that this knife would definitely make him bloody.
The blade suddenly stopped, and then was withdrawn.
Are you kidding me again?
Song Qingtang was furious and immediately waved his fist.
The opponent twisted his waist, stepped aside, and had no intention of attacking again.
There was a tacit understanding for no reason, Song Qingtang also stopped, panting and whispered: "Who are you?"
It was too chaotic just now, and I could only see a vague black figure in the darkness. He was tall and slender, about the same height as him. Now that he calmed down, he realized that this person seemed to be thinner, maybe because he was dressed in black.
Yes, black.
What kind of good thing could a person wearing night clothes be? Thinking about it, Song Qingtang was about to wave his fist again, preparing to preemptively strike.
"General Song." The other party spoke at this time, his voice becoming clearer and deeper.
Song Qingtang paused and frowned slightly, hearing the familiar voice.
The man pulled off the cloth on his face. In the dark, he could only see his outline, but he could tell that his skin was very fair.
"It's me, Shen Lie," the man said.
Song Qingtang was stunned: "Why is it you?"
"I'm looking for Ah Li," Shen Lie said, "Song Lang is hiding here to look for her too?"
"Are you looking for Ah Li?" Song Qingtang looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you looking for her? What's the relationship between you two?"
Shen Lie paused slightly and shook his head: "I don't know."
"have no idea?"
"It's true that we are not relatives, but I respect her," Shen Lie said, "Where is General Song? What are you doing here?"
"Not relatives, not friends." Song Qingtang thought about the four words and felt strange.
Shen Lie looked at him and said, "General Song Lang?"
"Ah?" Song Qingtang came to his senses and waved his hand, "Nothing. Well, you're right. I came here just to find that stinky girl."
"Okay," Shen Lie nodded, "Then we will act according to the situation later, why don't you go and distract them?"
"Wait a minute," Song Qingtang shouted to stop, "Are you here to rescue her?"
"certainly."
"I'm not," Song Qingtang shook his head, "I'm here to ask her what's going on."
"Okay, then you ask first, and I will save you after you finish asking." Shen Lie said.
"No, you still don't understand what I mean," Song Qingtang frowned, "Now that stinky girl is a criminal of the imperial court, how can I let you take her away just as you say?"
Shen Lie looked at Song Qingtang, paused, and smiled: "Now I understand what General Song means."
"Go back," Song Qingtang said. "Don't worry, I won't betray you. I pretend I don't know about this. I'll talk to you again after I find a way to meet that girl and find out what's going on."
"Okay," Shen Lie nodded, "It's up to you, General Song."
So easy to fight?
Song Qingtang looked at Shen Lie and felt a little incredible.
But the back of his hand and forearm are still numb now. Why didn't he see that this guy was so good at fighting?
"Shen Lie," Song Qingtang couldn't help but say, "Who did you learn your skills from? Your boxing and kicking skills are pretty good."
"It's getting late, I'll go back first," Shen Lie said, "General Song, please go find Ali first and say hello to her with me. If she asks, General Song will tell her truthfully that I was here tonight. "
"Okay," Song Qingtang nodded, "Then you can go. I'll come to you to learn your boxing and kicking skills when I have time tomorrow."
"Okay," Shen Lie said, "That's it, farewell."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Song Qingtang looked at his upright figure hidden in the darkness. His mind was a little confused. He felt that it was a bit unbelievable that he could beat someone away so easily.
At this time, a girl's cry suddenly came from inside the prison, accompanied by bursts of screaming.
Song Qingtang was stunned and looked behind him.
Shen Lie also stopped and looked.
"No, no, no!"
"I want to go back to find my mother!"
"Help!!!"
"Don't touch me, don't touch me!"
The girls screamed and cried.
At the same time, there was the sound of whips and the curses of men.
"Ren Yazi," Shen Lie came over and said, "the two women who just went in."
"He nnn," Song Qingtang said, "are they going to sell these girls?"
"Twenty of them were sold a few days ago," Shen Lie said.
"Twenty!" Song Qingtang took a breath, "bastards!"
"Will you save me?" Shen Lie looked at Song Qingtang.
"Save? Now?"
"Okay," Shen Lie raised his hand and put the cloth covering his face back on, "I'll go then."
As soon as he finished speaking, he already strode out.
"Hey!" Song Qingtang shouted in a suppressed voice, "Don't go!"
