At this time, the time has reached eleven o'clock noon.
After exiting the side door, Huang An walked briskly. In less than fifteen minutes, he left the west area of the city and approached the central area of Feng'an City.
The area in front of you is very prosperous. It has always been a gathering area for small vendors carrying burdens to sell goods. Now that the new year is approaching, it will be even more lively.
Huang An plans to buy some New Year items here, on the one hand to conceal his fictional identity, and on the other hand, to bring some gifts from another world to his parents.
Although the origin of the gift cannot be explained clearly, the filial piety is fulfilled and Huang An feels comfortable.
Huang An walked out of the side door of the martial arts gym and just turned a corner when Huang An's footsteps suddenly stopped and his face instantly turned pale.
"Guo, Guo, Fourth Master?"
An old man wearing a bearskin hat happened to be blocking Huang An's path.
He folded his arms and leaned against an old locust tree half built into the brick wall, staring at Huang An with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
However, his expression looked a little stiff, as if he had been frozen by the cold wind.
"Fourth Master, you haven't returned to Beijing?"
Huang An was so flustered that he stuttered a bit when speaking.
He doesn't think that Guo Silang is here to enjoy the scenery, he must be waiting for him.
Waited all night, just in this cold wind, waited all night?
No, counting the whole day yesterday, he waited all day and all night?
Probably not?
Huang An had a premonition that things were getting worse.
Xiao Wu lied to himself?
Guo Silang didn’t leave?
Two people join forces to deceive themselves?
Huang An felt uncomfortable for a while.
But now is not the time to worry about this. He pursed his lips and was about to say something.
"Stop pretending, I've been waiting for you for two days!"
Guo Silang twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing two neat rows of big yellow teeth.
He pushed his right leg on the wall, and with the reaction force, he bounced off the wall. After standing firm, he raised his eyebrows at Huang An.
"Hey, you're a cautious kid. You haven't left the Zhao Family Martial Arts School in so many days. It's so easy to call me!"
Guo Silang smiled brightly. He approached Huang An step by step. The smile on his face became wider and wider, and his wrinkles were so wide and deep that they could trap flies.
Huang An felt heavy in his heart, and a large amount of sweat oozed from his forehead. As Guo Silang advanced slowly, he gradually retreated.
It's too bad that after hiding for so long and being as cautious as he was, he still didn't escape and was blocked here on the spot.
Huang An's emotions were racing, and he was thinking crazily about how to escape.
Break away?
Back to the Wanjie Garbage Dump?
However, if he disappeared in front of Guo Silang, then Huang An would basically be cut off from the possibility of entering Feng'an City again.
Unless he can bear not to appear here within a year or two.
But this is something Huang Anjue cannot allow!
Guo Silang will definitely stay here.
There is no doubt that for a master in the bronze realm, he has 10,000 possibilities and will stick to this place.
Because the secret behind a living person disappearing out of thin air in front of his eyes must be extremely shocking.
As long as you have a little bit of brainpower, you will never give up.
We can't just leave like this!
Huang An's heart became heavier and heavier. He didn't expect to sail the Ten Thousand Years Ship with caution. He was extremely cautious, but he still couldn't escape this disaster. It seems that today will be difficult.
Huang An could only think "One, two. One, two..." in his heart. If it really didn't work, he would have no choice but to run for his life.
Guo Silang approached step by step, and every step he took was like stepping on Huang An's heart.
Huang An retreated slowly.
He didn't dare to retreat too fast, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed, until about two feet, Guo Silang stopped.
He leaned forward, stared at Huang An's eyes, and said with a serious smile:
"If you dare to call anyone, I will kill you with one slap!"
Huang An's heart sank, and he almost wanted to recite the numbers silently on the spot and leave this dangerous situation.
At such a short distance, he can't even use a gun.
"If you are obedient and take out the money, I will let you live."
Guo Silang smiled kindly at Huang An, as if the elder cared about the younger one.
Huang An was startled.
Silver?
He really came here for the money!
It’s the money that’s causing trouble again!
The previous inference was correct. Guo Silang really showed ill intentions toward him because of the money.
But, with the eighty taels of silver, is it worth it?
The incident happened suddenly, and under the crisis of life and death, Huang An unexpectedly became clear-headed. In his haste, he gained wisdom and said with a strong smile:
"Fourth Master, Fourth Master, you are mistaken. I am just a sick man, how can I have any extra money? I have used it to buy precious medicines and practice martial arts to prolong my life."
Guo Silang laughed, straightened up suddenly, suddenly reached out and patted Huang An on the shoulder, leaned forward, and their necks met.
He turned his head slightly, pointed his mouth towards Huang An's ear, gritted his teeth and said with a smile:
"What sick man would carry a hundred taels of silver with him?"
His breath sprayed all over Huang An's face.
One hundred taels of silver?
Huang An's pupils shrank and he even ignored the stench coming from his nose.
Pang Han?
Long dead!
Yang Zaizhou!
Still haven’t returned!
That young man's footsteps deep in the alley that day, were they Yang Zaizhou?!
It should be him. He saw that he killed Pang Han and ran away that night!
I didn’t expect Yang Zaizhou, a martial arts disciple, to have such a special identity!
He practices martial arts in the Zhao Family Martial Arts School and is a martial arts disciple. He himself seems to have the status of a farmer in the Zhao Family Village and is a tenant farmer of the Zhao Family. His hometown is actually in Changluo County, Linxian County, downstream of the Bailong River.
His identity is so bizarre that Huang An feels ridiculous now.
"Did Yang Zaizhou tell you about my master's injury?"
Huang An's meaningless words made Guo Silang startled. He stared into Huang An's eyes and sighed:
"You are really good, you are a smart man. Since you are a smart man, I am relieved!"
After saying that, he held Huang An's shoulders, pressed hard with his big hand, and quietly carried Huang An towards the east of the city.
"Let's go. You kid has a really good place to hide your money. I went to your house last night and rummaged through the cabinets, but I didn't find anything."
Huang An looked gloomy and was helpless for a moment.
He even regretted that he should have buried a hundred taels of silver under the floor to deal with such evil thieves.
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Presumably after they got a hundred taels of silver, they would quietly retreat.
Suddenly, Huang An felt the strength on his shoulders loosen, and Guo Silang's faint voice came from beside him.
"You give me the money, and I will return to the capital immediately. I will never harm you. After all, your master is Zhao Dun! He wants to take revenge on me, and I can't stop him. I don't want to expose my identity, so as to kill you
, not cost-effective."
Huang An was overjoyed at first, but quickly realized what he was doing.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, not believing Guo Silang's words at all.
It’s true that his master is in the Iron Bone Realm, and it’s true that his master knows how to take revenge.
However, there is a very serious flaw in this, that is, even if Guo Silang kills himself, the master does not know who killed him.
After all, Guo Silang returned to Beijing yesterday.
Moreover, there is a more critical point. Huang An’s money is all placed in the garbage dump of all realms. Can he be exposed?
Impossible!
This is a dead end.
I really should have buried hundreds of taels of silver in the small courtyard house in the east of the city!
There were 10,000 disbeliefs and 10,000 regrets in my heart, but Huang's face still showed a relieved smile, and he agreed gratefully with a busy face.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Fourth. I will give you all the money. I hope that Mr. Fourth can give me a way out."
"Hahaha, easy to say, easy to say! You are very smart!"
Guo Silang laughed a few times, and the expression on his face softened a lot.
As for what he is thinking in his heart, only he knows.
After Huang An finished speaking, he put his hands in his arms.
The warmth and hardness in his hand made Huang An feel at ease.
At such a close range, if you find an opportunity to shoot him in the head, it will definitely not go sideways.
Bronze-skinned masters are powerful, but according to what my senior sister said, their heads cannot withstand firearms.
Moreover, as for the firearm mentioned in the senior sister's mouth, Huang An also understood after some insinuation that it should be a matchlock gun that had been eliminated long ago in his hometown.
This kind of firearm is too primitive, the ammunition is still pellet-shaped, the range is short, and the power is insufficient.
And the Browning pistol in his arms is an improved model, with 9mm bullets, which is quite powerful.
You can definitely achieve success with one shot!
However, the Ming Dynasty has extremely strict supervision of firearms. Huang An cannot take action in the street now, and the opportunity is not easy to find.
The last time Huang An shot Pang Han to death, the first reason was that the location was remote at night, and the wind was loud in the alleyway, covering up part of the movement.
More importantly, he shot Pang Han between the eyebrows, causing his brain to explode.
Under the inertial thinking, even Zuo Zuo believed that he was killed by a concealed weapon master, not a firearm.
After all, the wounds caused by a matchlock gun are different from those caused by a pistol at close range.
But it’s different now, it’s really different.
If Huang An took out a pistol in public and shot him to death, the public might not be able to tell that the pistol was a firearm at the first time.
But the huge noise and the details discovered afterwards would inevitably expose the fact that Huang An was holding a firearm that was expressly prohibited by the imperial court.
The crime of privately possessing firearms is much greater than killing a martial arts director who has already left the city.
Huang An is not so arrogant to fight against the court's pursuit by one person.
Besides, exposing the firearm will also bring harm to the master and everyone in the Zhao Family Martial Arts School. Huang An cannot do such a reckless thing.
Although the public security in the Ming Dynasty was not good, Huang An was still alarmed by the strict monitoring at the grassroots level.
Huang An has already decided that if there is no other chance of survival, he will find a deserted place and kill Guo Silang with a cold blow.
To people walking on the street, the actions of Huang An and Guo Silang were like two good friends meeting each other, putting their arms around each other and talking to each other.
They did not feel at all that one party had fallen into despair.
Huang An was held hostage and could only think "One, two. One, two..." in his heart.
He also thought about it, if before reaching the small courtyard in the east of the city, there was no turning point, or there was no chance to kill Guo Silang.
He left this second anchor world and returned directly to the garbage dump of all realms.
Of course, if he can find an opportunity to kill Guo Silang, Huang An will also have more choices.
But the two of them were close to each other, and Huang An didn't know if Guo Silang would give him a chance to put some distance between them.
Huang An wouldn't think that his actions of taking out a gun, loading it, aiming, and shooting would be faster than Guo Silang, who was close at hand and raised his fist.
If he was seven steps away, or his back was turned to him, Huang An could still give it a try.
But at this distance, Huang An felt that as soon as he took out the gun, Guo Silang could disarm him when he heard the sound.
He needs to find an opportunity for Guo Shilang to turn his back on him, or create such an opportunity!
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