Lin Youfang has been hiding here for a day and a night. It is true that no one will come here to hunt him, but he knows that he cannot stay here for a long time.
If he stays any longer, I'm afraid that if the rebels don't kill him, the disease will kill him.
Seeing it getting dark, he mustered up his courage and walked forward along the long alley.
He stopped and walked, ran a few steps quickly, stopped again to listen carefully, and found that there was no problem, then continued to run forward a few steps, like a mouse stealing something.
He ran out of the alley without any obstruction, and when he looked out, there was no one on the street. Opposite was the Chenghuang Temple, with many beggars, so he just slipped in.
He felt that the mud on his face was still there, and ran towards the opposite street confidently.
Seeing the City God's Temple right in front of him, he smiled with satisfaction and rushed towards it with open arms.
Suddenly, there was a sound in the back of the head and a chill in the neck, followed by severe pain.
His head flew out and rolled to the ground, spinning around a few times.
He was still conscious, and his eyes were wide open, trying to see clearly who killed him.
Under the hazy moonlight, a man in green clothes stood three feet away from him, looking at him coldly with his eyes half lowered, holding a long knife dripping with blood in his hand.
The man in Tsing Yi is still very young, with snow-white skin, delicate facial features, and the coldness and arrogance typical of a young man from an aristocratic family.
Lin Youfang felt that this face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
He saw the man in green walking slowly towards him, stepped on his head, and said in a cold voice: "Old thief, you are getting an advantage! The lives of several people in the Shen family were only exchanged for your dog's life. It is really an advantage for you.
Got it!"
Oh, it turns out he is a descendant of Shen Houfu!
If I had known this would happen, I should have wiped out his entire family!
Lin Youfang thought and finally lost consciousness.
Shen Chen took out a snow-white handkerchief, slowly wiped the blood on the knife, turned around, and walked slowly towards the distance.
"I avenged you." He whispered, and the smiling faces of Mrs. Shen, Lord Shen, Mrs. Shen and others suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
An old servant ran out from the corner of the street and whispered: "Sir, why don't you offer the head of the old thief to King Fuchuan for the benefit of the family?"
Shen Chen smiled and said: "King Fuchuan is just an opportunistic villain, not worth relying on! As for me, young master, I want to fight Qi Gou!"
He wanted to go to Mengjia. Even if he died in the hands of the Qi people, accomplished nothing in his life, and could not have a wife and a son, it would still be better than being a dog under the hands of King Fuchuan.
The old servant sighed and scolded him in a low voice: "You are always so stubborn, and your thoughts come out all the time. The Marquis and his wife have been talking about you when they were still alive.
When the old lady passed away, she called the old servant to her and told her, "You must take good care of that boy. When he is stubborn, no matter how many cows you use, you must pull him back!"
You see, what’s the benefit of going to the border? It’s such a hard journey for us, and you don’t have any soldiers, so you can only be a small soldier..."
Shen Chen stopped angrily and said with a smile: "How about you go back to your hometown to take care of yourself?"
The old servant stared at him with wide eyes: "That can't be done. The old lady asked the old slave to follow you, and he will follow you even to death! You have no soldiers, and even if the old slave is just one, he still has a subordinate at least, and he is not just a bachelor!"
Shen Chen laughed angrily, but also became happy: "Okay, then I'll count you in!"