Wang He looked at the two people who were blocked in the alley, approaching step by step. A cruel smile appeared on his face, and he deliberately fell on the little girl: "This is your daughter, right? She is really thin and tender!"
"Sir, be careful of the thief struggling to his death!"
Seeing the man's sharp eyes and murderous intent, Wang He's men protected him from left to right and whispered a warning.
"No problem!"
Wang He sneered.
Just like a cat and a mouse, the thief's greatest ability is to run.
After catching the whereabouts, are you still afraid that these two thieves, one big and one small, with weak auras, will be able to escape?
What's more, it was so hard to catch it, so you can't miss this God-given opportunity!
"Back off!"
"yes!"
The subordinates looked at each other, not daring to offend the superior, so they stepped back slightly.
The man's eyes flashed, but he did not act rashly. He asked: "Why are you pursuing us so hard, sir?"
This was indeed his question.
Han has no reputation in the world, and because he acts cautiously, he is not on the government's wanted list.
He was very surprised why the Censor of Xiuyi would launch such a huge battle to hunt down him and his niece.
"I want an ancient painting in your hand. Hand it over obediently, and I will let her live!"
Wang He pointed at the girl and said.
This is of course a lie.
According to the consistent style of the Censor of Xiuyi, the people involved in the incident will definitely end up in a terrible end.
Not to mention that this little girl is sensible, she will still kill even a newborn baby.
"An ancient painting?"
The man understood, and suddenly let out a deep sneer, reaching into his sleeves: "Thank you for informing me, but you can't even imagine it!"
"On your body?"
Wang He was not surprised but overjoyed, and laughed wildly: "Great! Get it for me!"
If these two people were really tomb robbers, they would often not carry the stolen goods with them and would have to torture and interrogate them. Wang He's move was precisely to determine the location of the ancient painting.
As for destroying it, he is not worried.
Because the ancestor of Perak said that the painting is a rare treasure, and unless the immortals and gods take action, it is impossible for mortals to destroy it.
Sure enough, the other party fell into the trap.
"Lingsha!"
However, it is up to the judge. Just as the embroidered censor rushed towards the man, he shouted loudly, the little girl's sleeves rose, and a golden torrent suddenly appeared.
Whoosh!
Those were hundreds of Qiankun coins, shot out uniformly.
Such a value, placed in the world, is equivalent to smashing a mountain of gold directly.
A throw of heaven and earth!
At such a price, the effect was immediate. Wang He didn't even have time to react before he was pierced by the stream of light, stabbed through his chest and eyes, and cut into pieces with a thousand swords!
"grown ups!"
"Is this it?"
Wang He's men exclaimed and turned around immediately, while the man raised his brows, feeling very surprised.
Although Censor Xiuyi committed many evil deeds, he was indeed an elite selected in various fields. No matter how powerful the Qiankun Throw was, he had never been sure of killing him before. He just did his best to obey fate. Unexpectedly, Wang He was so strong that he got hit with one hit.
"Walk!"
That being the case, he also surged with hope, grabbed the little girl, used the Wind Controlling Technique, and left in an instant.
"Impossible! Impossible! I have already become a martial artist. Why do I still get ten days of longevity in exchange?"
On the other side, Wang He fell in a pool of blood, his face filled with not only the fear of death, but also full of confusion.
"No! What I lost was not just martial arts, but also my ability to respond to crises..."
"If it were the past, I would not die under such despicable means..."
The next moment, when the pawn flashed through his mind, the boss's half-smiling eyes made him suddenly realize.
But it was too late to regret, his pupils dilated, and Wang He's consciousness fell into complete darkness.
"Wang Zhishi!"
Pei Jian led the police to rush over, but was a step too late. He could only watch Wang He die with his face changing miserably.
To be fair, after two hundred years of development, the Xiuyi Censor has transformed from a sharp sword in the hands of the emperor into a bloated decentralized institution.
The top officials colluded with treacherous ministers to deceive the emperor, the middle officials extorted officials and acted arrogantly, and the bottom officials were even more submissive and committed all kinds of evil. Wang He was one of the representatives.
Jingyang, the son of the former Minister of Rites, dared to arrest him on the street. Countless families and families were destroyed in his hands. Pei Jian wished that Wang He would die.
But not here.
Not to die in this way.
The dignified imperial censor in embroidered clothes was killed by thieves, and the whole city of Yuzhou would be turned upside down. Not to mention Pei Jian, even his foster father Liu Chengshou would be in disaster.
"Catch the thief! Go quickly!"
As Pei Jian roared at the top of his lungs, the man and the girl had arrived at the Chenghuang Temple in the southwest of the city.
"Uncle, have we eliminated harm for the people?"
The girl asked tremblingly.
Just now, she only knew how to use Qiankun Throw, but after the beating, she was dragged away, and she did not dare to see Wang He's death.
"The harm has been eliminated! But if you think about it carefully, our move is inappropriate. The imperial court will be furious, which may affect the people of Yuzhou City!"
The man smiled bitterly, with determination already in his eyes. He took off the girl's eye-catching red dress, messed up her hair, and made her look like a little beggar. He said every word: "Take good care of yourself!"
"uncle!"
The girl hugged him tightly, with tears streaming down her face: "My parents have left me. You are my only relative in the world. Don't! Don't leave!"
"If I don't leave, more people will die! What's more, my Han clan has always been short-lived, and I can't even live to be half a hundred years old. Even if I escape by chance this time, my end is not far away!"
The man pushed her away cruelly, held her shoulders and said: "Lingsha, not only do you want to live, but you also want to enter the Immortal Mountain to seek immortality and extend your life, please promise me!"
He wants to set a life goal for the girl.
"well!"
The girl cried and nodded. The breeze blew in front of her, and her uncle Han Beikuang had disappeared without a trace.
"Stay alive!"
Han Lingsha hid in the Chenghuang Temple for one night and walked on the streets of Yuzhou.
Looking around, there were far fewer people on the street. An atmosphere of imminent rain shrouded the entire city. Han Lingsha knew that she would not be able to get out without even going to the city gate to observe.
She returned to the Chenghuang Temple and found that the place was occupied by other beggars. She couldn't stay any longer. She cried secretly for a long time and began to wander in the streets and alleys.
She has a lot of worldly gold and silver in her purse, so it's not impossible to survive, but she doesn't dare to stay in an inn. Her top priority is to find a place to stay and work in a legitimate profession.
Nowadays, the city is trembling with noise, and she dare not go to big places. Once interrogated, the secret will be revealed. Some industries cannot be practiced. After all, she is still young and a girl. She does not have the hard work. After thinking about it, the professional counterpart is still the same.
The pawn of the outer nine lines.
This morning.
East of the city.
Looking at the plaque of Yong'an Pawnshop in the distance, Han Lingsha bit her lip, and just as she was about to step forward, she saw the door creak open, and a young man walked out carrying a birdcage.