"Starve to death? This is Suzhou, a rich water town, and someone will starve to death?"
"Young Master is a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. How do you know that ordinary people like us are working hard? Just go to Triumph Street in the west of the city and see those people who can't afford a morsel of rice."
Xia Shang didn't ask any more questions. He was somewhat touched when he saw that the old man looked indifferent and even a little relieved after hearing about the flood.
In the rain, the carriage moved slowly and staggered to Baozhilin.
The heavy rain also washed away some of Baozhilin's patients, leaving only some critically ill patients waiting anxiously under the eaves on both sides.
But Bao Zhilin closed the door tightly and did not open the business.
Xia Shang saw the curiosity and asked the driver to drive to the backyard.
Xia Shang got out of the car, borrowed a bamboo hat from the driver, walked to the door and knocked.
But the courtyard door was closed and no one came.
Xia Shang frowned, Bao Zhilin couldn't be empty for no reason, right?
Fortunately, it's raining now and there are no pedestrians on the street in Baozhilin's backyard.
Xia Shang looked around again, climbed over the wall and jumped into the courtyard.
As soon as he entered the hospital, Xia Shang frowned. He could smell a threatening smell even in the heavy rain. Baozhilin was washed away by the heavy rain, and everything seemed to be clean and brand new. The cool breeze was particularly pleasant in the quiet environment.
.But at this moment, two silver needles cut through the rain curtain and rushed out from the most secret corner. The small sound caused by friction in the wind could not escape Xia Shang's ears.
Xia Shang was very familiar with hidden weapons. He could tell the material and shape of the hidden weapon by listening to the sound, and he could even master the speed as much as possible.
Even Xia Shang himself couldn't believe such a skill. Maybe it was the changes that this era had brought to him.
Hearing the silver needle coming through the air, Xia Shang turned around and held the rapidly shooting silver needle between his left and right hands on his fingertips. Even the person who was hiding in the dark and sneaking up on him couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
With a sound of air-conditioning, Xia Shang's eyes instantly locked on the rockery in the center of the small flower bed in the small courtyard and the dead wood on another courtyard wall, and then he sent these two needles back.
"Whizzing……"
Two silver needles made two clear sounds, and in an instant, two screams were heard in the rain.
The two men fell to the ground separately, exposed to the rain, holding their shoulders and gasping for breath in silence.
One of them gritted his teeth and stood up, preparing to attack again. How could Xia Shang give him a chance? He took action with his crossbow and fired three consecutive strikes.
With the help of Ji Kuo's flying arrows, the speed was much faster than the previous silver needle. The opponent was a person who was accustomed to using hidden weapons. He had never seen a hidden crossbow with such speed. He couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. He thought he was holding a crossbow here.
He was certain to die under the attack, but unexpectedly, another person appeared, and with a quick sword move, all three flying arrows were knocked away. At the same time, he raised his sword and charged towards Xia Shang.
Nowadays, Xia Shang also has a sword. He looks like a scholar and wears a sword as a decoration, but he can really use it to kill people.
Although he only knows one move, it is also a move from the Sword Master Lu Lisheng.
Just listen to the gentle cry of Zhufeng Sword, and the sharpness when leaving the body comes from the sword itself. Although it is a broken sword, the sword intention and sword energy condensed in countless life and death battles are by no means comparable to that of an ordinary long sword.
When the sword came out of the body, it was like a trapped beast coming out of its cage, its sharpness repulsed the sword-wielder's sudden attack.
Xia Shang faced an enemy with a sword for the first time. He was nervous and his movements were unavoidable. His starting posture was not very good-looking. The people who were shocked by the previous sword's power sneered at him. How could such a poor sword move be worth a blow?
When the two were fighting, there was a person in the inner courtyard standing on the roof watching, and he couldn't help but sneer when he saw Xia Shang's actions.
It is true that Xia Shang's movements were too stiff, and his sword moves were not very good-looking, nor could they be seen as having any power. It seemed like there were flaws everywhere.
No one expected that when the two of them actually fought, the unfamiliar and ugly sword moves were extremely powerful. With one move coming into contact, the opponent's moves instantly collapsed.
It wasn't until his opponent's long sword was released that no one underestimated Xia Shang's seemingly lame sword moves.
In the cold rain, the bamboo hat has been blown to the corner by the wind, and the rain is blowing on Xia Shang's cheeks. The coldness and the heat in his heart are intertwined. This is an unprecedented feeling, feeling what it is like to be a knight. This is something Xia Shang really wants to experience.
After months of hard work, it seems that I have finally hit the threshold. This feeling makes people passionate and happy.
But a life-and-death battle is not a game, and this brief pause attracted more enemies.
There were more than ten people standing on the four high walls, each standing silently, staring at Xia Shang motionless.
At this time, when Xia Shang looked around carefully, he found that each of the people in this group was wearing a horse head mask.
Looking at such a mask, Xia Shang subconsciously felt that it seemed to have some relationship with the Metropolitan Procuratorate, because each of the twelve divisions of the Jingmen had twelve zodiac animals as faces, and this horse head mask should belong to Baili Division.
But Xia Shang was not sure, and even if this group of people were members of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, he couldn't tell what faction they belonged to.
Just as I was thinking about it, a person jumped up from the high wall.
This person's aura is completely different from the previous ones, and he is definitely not a small character who can be easily dealt with.
Xia Shang is also self-aware. His current situation is not enough to compete with real masters.
The man in front of him has a medium-length figure and a straight waist. He is estimated to be in his forties or fifties. Although his face is covered by a mask, he can still feel a pair of cold eyes under the mask looking at Xia Shang.
Xia Shang felt extremely uncomfortable being looked at by this person. This was pressure from a strong person.
This person's martial arts skills are definitely not weak.
"Who are you?"
The horse-faced man asked in a low voice.
Xia Shang didn't say anything and didn't know how to say it.
The horse-faced man thought this was a sign of disregard, and then stepped forward, preparing to attack.
"Wait a minute!" a voice interrupted the horse-faced man.
Looking around, he saw an old man wearing a sheep's head mask.
"Ma! Don't be rude!"
The old man in the sheep's head mask hurriedly walked up to the two of them while shouting.
The person who was called a horse was not annoyed by this. He looked at it sideways and asked lightly: "Why?"
"I know this kid's identity!"
"What identity?"
"He is...he is...he is the head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate!"
"Head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate? Is this the guy?!"
The old man stroked his chest: "The little lady inside has said that she has abandoned the secret and turned to the light to follow the new chief. Based on her description, our new chief should be the one in front of you."
The horse-faced man looked back at Xia Shang. He was silent for a long time and seemed to be thinking: "Are you the chief minister of the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"
Xia Shang was also a little confused: "Is there anyone else in the Metropolitan Procuratorate who wants to be the leader?"
"No nonsense, do you have a token?"
Xia Shang took out his belt card and flashed it in front of the horse-faced man. When he saw it, the horse-faced man immediately took off his mask, revealing a one-eyed and stern face. The only eye was shining with horror as he stared at the belt card.
for a long time.
The sheep-faced old man also took off his mask. He had a kind-hearted face and was quite blessed. He walked up to the horse-faced man with a smile on his face.
"stop looking."
After saying that, the old man knelt down first and said, "Fengqi, the Secretary of State Education, visited the head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate."
At the same time, the horse-faced man also knelt down: "Baili Si Changfeng is attending the first meeting of the Lord." (To be continued)