The army stayed in Heitazhai, and Mo Zhui and no one gave any explanation.
He just told the deputy commander Zhao Ting to manage the troops well these days and close the camp gate tightly, otherwise these old pirates would go out to cause trouble. Then he took more than 300 people and left under the night.
Supervisor Li Ningguo and deputy commander Zhao Ting stood at the gate of the camp and watched Mo table leading the people away. The two looked at each other in silence.
"Why didn't you stop him? Captain Zhang was going to make a mistake." Zhao Ting said.
"Can I stop him? Since I can't stop him, I might as well not stop him. If I didn't report it to the master, it would be considered as an act of kindness and righteousness." Li Ningguo said.
No one is a fool. In this shitty world, many people have their past.
If people don't talk about this kind of thing, no matter how good a friend is, they can't ask.
If something was wrong with him, it was the supervisor's duty to report to his superiors, but Mo Zhui had to get in trouble with him. After much deliberation, Li Ningguo finally gave in and pretended not to know.
Looking at his red eyes, you knew that this was no ordinary hatred.
He knew the consequences of doing so, but he still did it without hesitation, which explains everything.
The group of people first arrived at the street corner of Bishui Town. Mrs. Zhao was preparing to close the tea stall and go home. The tofu seller, Mr. Wang, invited her to his house for a drink today. The old woman simply cleaned herself up and put a flower on her temples.
.Now we are ready to go to the appointment.
Suddenly I saw a group of people coming. They all looked fierce. It looked like they were living a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. They were full of evil spirits. I was so frightened that I trembled all over.
Just as she was about to run away, she was restrained by a group of people who came out from behind the tea shed and pinned her down on a chair.
Mo Zhui walked out of the crowd, bent down and said with a smile: "Zhao Qianniang, I haven't seen you for ten years, but you are still so charming. Tonight, a man is dating you."
Mrs. Zhao is over fifty this year, but she still retains her charm.
She is also very liberal. As long as the town is willing to provide money and is good-looking, she will accept anyone who comes since she was young. She is the famous tea shed Xi Tzu in this town.
Mrs. Zhao was suddenly startled. She knew that the person who came was not good, and she thought she was going to suffer.
This woman is along the Black Tiger Village in the mountains and is also the concubine of the brothers in the mountains. She specializes in setting up a stall here to spy on passing merchants and people.
Just like Mrs. Wang in Water Margin, she set up a tea stall on the roadside.
From the book, he taught Pan Jinlian how to poison, how to coax Dalang to take medicine, how to cover his mouth and nose so that he could toss but made no sound, how to boil a rag with hot water to completely remove the blood...
He explained clearly how to deal with his neighbors and his wife afterwards.
She is so familiar with the procedures when doing such murders, it can be seen that this woman is a veteran in crime. They are usually the informants of mountain bandits in the city, and they specialize in looking for fat sheep to trade.
The only thing I didn't consider was that Wu Erlang, the brother of Wuhan University, was also a man in the world and understood these tricks. As a result, he ran into the muzzle of the gun.
But Wu Song was not only beaten to death by Wang Po, the force behind Jiang Menshen. He was beaten to death by the dog officer. Wu Song understood clearly at that time that if he did not plead guilty, he would be beaten to death by the officer in the hall. He was such a tiger-fighting hero.
, and had to bow his head. A good man would not suffer the immediate consequences, but could only plead guilty and be sentenced to exile.
But they knew that directly imposing the death penalty would cause problems, so they waited to deal with him on the road. He almost disappeared on the way to be escorted. Finally, he broke free from the shackles and killed the government servants and killers. He went back and killed the dog officer and Jiang Menshen.
A group of people themselves were forced to go to jail because they committed a bigger case.
Mo Zuo was familiar with these tricks. He first went to the entrance of the town and captured an old woman, forcing her to take him to find the cottage.
Otherwise, does he know the way to Black Tiger Mountain?
Mrs. Zhao was over fifty, and her eyes were a bit dazzled. She stared for a long time before she could clearly see who the person was. After all, they hadn't seen each other for ten years. The eighteen-year-old boy back then was now almost thirty years old.
After all, this man has unique bones, a square warrior shape, and is highly recognizable.
Even though we haven’t seen each other for many years, Mo Zhuo became a soldier. He was full of evil spirits from fighting on the battlefield. He became a regiment leader, served beside big people, lived in luxury and nourished his body. He entered the palace, guarded the emperor, and met all kinds of high-ranking officials, nobles, and concubines.
.Of course he is no longer the silly boy he used to be.
The more Mrs. Zhao looked at her, the more surprised she became. She didn't know what kind of fortune this gangster had encountered over the years, but he actually changed like a fish leaping over the dragon's gate. A gentleman changed from a leopard to a leopard. After not seeing him for ten years, he was no longer Wu Xia Amen.
Immediately, she was trembling with fear. It was their group that had done what happened in Zhangjiazhuang. Now, the only descendant of the Zhang family is back. I am afraid that the matter will not be resolved.
"Fengxian, you're back. My godmother will pour tea for you and your brothers right now. You have come a long way, so you have to rest and moisten your throat. Hahaha." Mrs. Zhao forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and tried to go
Pour tea.
Mo Zuo stretched out the horse stick in his hand, and put the head of the stick wrapped with iron caltrops on her shoulder.
"Pour the tea, you want to give us the sweat medicine," Mo Zuo said with a sneer.
"I don't dare, I don't dare. Even if I have eaten leopard bile, I don't dare to give you medicine." Wang Po said tremblingly.
"Tell me how to get to Black Tiger Mountain. Take us there." Mo Zhui looked at her with cold eyes and said.
Mrs. Zhao was so frightened that she almost peed. The look in this boy's eyes was so scary. She was convinced that based on her experience of traveling in the world for more than ten years, this boy had killed many people. Who were they? They exuded a cold aura.
She looked around and saw that there were all kinds of people among these people. Many of them did not look like people from the Ming Dynasty, and there were also people with black hair and charcoal hair. As for people with curly hair, people with green eyes, and even bow-legged people.
Japanese.
Mrs. Zhao was so frightened that the Japanese were not Japanese pirates.
"Copycat, what kind of cottage? The old woman is just a tea seller, but she doesn't know the heroes in the mountains." Mrs. Zhao said tremblingly.
Mo Zui grabbed her hand and broke one of her fingers with a click. The female pirate with a scar on her face immediately covered her mouth, even though there were still people on the street at this time. She didn't say a word
It hurt so much that I almost bit my tongue.
"Zhao Ganniang, have you always remembered? Don't expect other informants to inform you. Find someone to rescue you. This street has been blocked by me. No one can leave."
Mrs. Zhao struggled desperately, whimpering in her mouth.
Grinding her heart like stone, she smiled and broke a finger again. Mrs. Zhao was so painful that she almost fainted.
Mo Zhui held her hands and looked at her still white and slender fingers even though she was over fifty. He rubbed them and said with a smile: "Goddess, your little hands are so white and tender."
The pain from the broken phalanges rubbing against each other drove her almost crazy.
She nodded desperately and expressed her willingness to take them to the cottage.
Mo Zhui put down her hand in a wan manner and said, "Goddess, did you agree not to save her earlier? Why should you suffer this?"
