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Chapter 22 Rumors begin! Is this martial arts?

 The ninth day.

Three government officials lined up side by side and patrolled along the established route.

One of them pursed his lips tightly and frowned, with a very strange expression.

After a long while, one of the companions finally couldn't help it anymore and said, "Lao Li, I saw you looking like this so early in the morning, as if your parents were dead. What's wrong?"

"Yes, Lao Li, if you have something to do, just say it. If you feel uncomfortable, find someone to take your place. Who are you showing such a bad face to?"

The other person also had a bad temper.

"...Hey, I'm sorry, brothers, I'm really worried."

Lao Li sighed and looked dejected.

The two companions looked at each other, thought of one thing at the same time, and immediately felt pity.

"Well, Lao Li, what should I say about this matter? The children are already so old anyway, so we can just make do with it."

"Yes, yes, my sister-in-law has made a contribution to running your family for so many years. Please forgive her this time and be more open-minded."

"Sister-in-law... you are a horse-riding dog and can't spit out ivory from its mouth! Believe it or not..."

Lao Li was so angry that he cursed loudly, but in the middle of the curse, he suddenly lost his temper and said, "Forget it, why are you talking about this? We don't know how many days we can live."

As soon as these words came out, the two companions were frightened at the same time.

"What do you mean?"

"Let me be clear, what do you mean by not knowing how many days you can live?"

"This..."

Lao Li looked around and immediately lowered his voice, "Do you know who we are hunting for? They are rebels! Rebels from Taiping Road!"

"I know the rebels, but what is Taipingdao?"

"I have a bit of an impression... I heard from people who escaped from the disaster that Taiping Dao is the kind of person in the story book who knows martial arts. One person can kill ten thousand people... The massacre in the south a few years ago seems to have been done by Taiping Dao."
"Oh, martial arts master? Wrong! That's called martial arts!"

Lao Li's face turned a little pale, "Have you forgotten? When the Youde Book Store was closed down, Master Zhou, a stone lion weighing several hundred kilograms, flew out with just one kick. Can a normal person have such strength? This is actually martial arts.

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"This... seems... I remember! I was next to Master Zhou at that time!"

"I remembered it too! This is indeed the case..."

"Strange...how could I forget such a thing?"

"Martial arts, is this martial arts?"

With Lao Li's pointed mention, the two people's memories were quickly recovered, and their expressions became extremely shocked.

"In short, the rebels of Taiping Dao are martial arts experts, and they are far stronger than Master Zhou."

Lao Li added.

"Wait a minute, I believe you say that Taiping Dao is a rebel bandit, and I believe that the rebel bandits are strong martial arts masters, but you say that what we are arresting are rebel bandits? Isn't it the military's job to catch rebel bandits?"

"Yeah, don't make up such a big thing."

"Editor?"

Lao Li smiled coldly, "Many of the brothers in our class have relatives who work in the sixth room, and the news came from them... Hey, it is said that the arrest order was personally issued by the big shot of the Bloody Guards, and he also demanded that he be captured alive.

What?"

"The blood-clad guards are here?! If you say that...it must be true..."

"Wait, capture alive?!"

One of the companions noticed the important point and exclaimed, "One Chief Zhou can knock us all down, and let us catch a stronger one? And capture him alive?! Doesn't this mean we are going to die?"
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"Oh, no need to guess, this is to die!"

"Even if tens of thousands of people in Canglong County stretch their necks to be chopped off, the rebels will still be beaten to death. These are the exact words of the big shot."

"I don't want to believe it, but I have to believe it."

Lao Li looked miserable, "I have asked Lao Fang's team to take the suicide note back. They will pass by my door today."

The two companions were silent.

After a while, one of them asked with some reluctance: "Where is the county magistrate? Doesn't he even say a word on behalf of you for doing this kind of work that obviously involves death?"

"Haha, him? After so many days of searching, do you think he has ever left the county government office? And that Zhou Ze, both of them are cowards without eggs. They know that the rebels are powerful and can hide faster than anyone else."
Lao Li cursed disdainfully, and his expression became a little complicated: "Only Mr. Xu, in order to give us more chances of survival, he contradicted the county magistrate and asked for shields and hoods for us. Not only that, but even he himself

I personally lead a team to investigate and do work that is far more dangerous than us."

"...I once called him a sour scholar with fake morals. I...I am really nothing."

"Haha, we have been with the county magistrate for almost six years, and when something goes wrong, only Mr. Xu is willing to stand up for us..."

"Although we are very prestigious in the eyes of the villagers, the only one who really regards us as a human being is Mr. Xu."

Old Li sighed faintly, "The big shot only gave us ten days, and today is the ninth day. I see, by tomorrow at the latest, we will be forced to risk our lives to kill the rebel."<

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"..."

The three people were silent at the same time.

As the lowest level of officials, they know that they have no room for resistance.

Just one crime can deprive their descendants of their children forever.

Instead of resisting, it is better to accept your fate and gamble on your luck.

If you're lucky, someone else will die. If you're not lucky, at least your wife and children can be saved.

As for the pension, it is distributed to the survivors. They have never expected such a thing.

The three of them stopped talking and continued patrolling in silence.

Until I passed by a street intersection, the government officer guarding there suddenly waved.

"Hunt Yang? What did he ask us to do?"

"I don't know. He is on the quarantine line and cannot move. Let's go over and have a look."

The three of them stepped closer.

"Old Li, do you all know everything?"

Yang Laohuan didn't talk nonsense and said straight to the point, "My brothers here have agreed, please Liu Er go to Mr. Xu and ask him to find a way for us to survive."

"Master Xu? Is there anything he can do?"

Lao Li was a little startled.

"I don't know."

Yang Laohuan shook his head, "I don't want to die anyway. If I die, what will happen to the orphans and widowers in my family? The only one I can count on now is Mr. Xu."

"You don't want to die, so do I want to die? Who doesn't have a wife and children at home?"

Lao Li gritted his teeth, looked at each other with his companions, and nodded fiercely, "Counting the three of us, as long as we can survive, we will do whatever Mr. Xu says!"

"Okay, if you get a reply from the adults, I will ask someone to bring you a message."

After a short conversation, the two parties became connected.

Not only Yang Laohun and Lao Li, the same scene happened in various places in Canglong County on the same day.

And all the people who have heard the ‘gossip’ have one thing in common.

They had participated in the seizure of Youde Book Store, and had seen with their own eyes the unmanageable scene of Master Zhou.

For a time, there was an undercurrent in Canglong County.

But Wu Wenjing, Zhou Ze, and Fu Yuanlong, who were in ruins, knew nothing about it.


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