Zeng De stopped him and shook his finger: "Don't worry about that, you do have important things to do." He blinked as he spoke.
After some fiddling, Zheng Chenggong touched his face uncertainly: "Is this okay?" There is no mirror on this boat, which is really troublesome.
Zeng De clapped his hands: "Don't worry, you can rest assured when I do things."
Zheng Chenggong took out his mask and put it on. According to the time, Shi Lang and the others should be arriving soon. As if he suddenly remembered something, he rushed into the cabin and grabbed one of the unconscious people.
Zeng De followed and said, "How about this? Is this the King Ji you mentioned?"
Zheng Chenggong took a closer look and shook his head: "Fake." In fact, he had only met King Ji from a distance a few times and could only remember a rough idea of what he looked like.
"How do you know it's fake? No, I should ask if Prince Ji is not in Sichuan, how do you know him?" Zeng De raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"I'll tell you in detail when I have time. As for why I said he was fake, you'll know when you come over and take a look."
Zheng Chenggong took one of the man's hands and showed it to Zeng De. Zeng De came up to take a look and gasped. Looking at the rich clothes this man was wearing, these hands must be those of someone who often does rough work.
Some hands, how could the royal family have such hands when they take care of them every day?
Following that hand, he couldn't help but look at Zheng Chenggong's hand. After looking at it carefully, he came to the conclusion: "The hands of noble Tian Heng should be like this. At first glance, it seems that he has not done any heavy work."
Zheng Chenggong was startled for a moment, then suddenly let go of his hand, and the fake prince fell down softly. He looked at Zeng De and said angrily: "Don't just stand here stupidly, let's go separately to check and see..."
"careful!"
Before She Hua finished speaking, she saw Zeng De's face change, and then she pushed him away, and a shaky little guy carrying a long knife continued to rush towards him.
There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the little guy rolled his eyes, as if he wanted to turn around to see who was attacking him from behind. Zheng Chenggong turned over to prop himself up, took out the sword from his waist and stabbed him straight.
He didn't care about the little guy who fell on the ground, nor did he care about the young man standing by in shock.
"Zeng De, Zeng De, are you okay?" Zheng Chenggong went to check on the person lying in a pool of blood.
"Hey, hey, he's not dead yet, let me just say...your medicine...isn't that good..." Zeng De was so painful that he couldn't speak intermittently, and he wanted to mock Zheng Chenggong.
Fortunately, the guy was crooked, and Zeng De pushed Zheng Chenggong away, knowing that the blow was unavoidable, and he knew how to avoid the vital point at the critical moment, so although the wound was deep, it was not fatal.
Zheng Chenggong was sure that Zeng De would not die for a while, so he breathed a sigh of relief and regained his composure. He promised Zheng Chenggong to protect his brother. He always kept his word and he never broke his promise.
When Zheng Chenggong came back to his senses, he saw the guy standing beside him dumbfounded. He remembered that he was one of the brothers. It was probably the first time he had seen a murder scene so close. He was still holding the gun in his hand.
The wooden stick used to hit the person made his whole body tense.
Zheng Chenggong stood up and patted his shoulder: "Thank you. I really thanked you just now. Why didn't you leave?"
The young man looked sadly and pointed to the corner. There was another person lying there. It seemed that his hand was too heavy and the guy hadn't woken up yet.
"Are you waiting for him? Are you my brother?" Zeng De also wanted to stand up, but Zheng Chenggong gave him a serious look and had no choice but to lie down again, grinning in pain.
The young man who could not speak silently nodded twice to answer his question, glanced into the distance and lowered his head again.
Without mentioning Zheng Chenggong, he could probably guess that he alone would not be able to bring his unconscious brother back. Others were busy running for their lives and no one was willing to wait for the two brothers, so he stayed alone to watch and wait.
My brother woke up.
Zheng Chenggong checked around the ship to see if he had taken any medicine, but he was also drunk and was dizzy and wanted to pretend to be dead. Those he found were all executed on the spot.
After walking around for a while, Shi Lang and the others still hadn't come over. Zheng Chenggong couldn't help frowning when he saw Zeng De's face getting paler due to excessive blood loss. He couldn't help but want to curse people and smash things.
He did bring some medicine when he came out, but it was nothing compared to Zeng De's wound. If he didn't find a doctor quickly and bandage him with medicine, he would have died of blood loss even if he hadn't been stabbed to death.
Shi Lang and the others, who had been calling out for so long but still holding the pipa half-hiding their faces, finally arrived. Zheng Chenggong breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was now hidden under the mask, and no one could see a trace of it.
The younger brother of the pair finally woke up, and the two brothers stood aside honestly with their eyes and noses in mind.
Shi Lang looked at the half-dead Zeng De, with a hint of schadenfreude on his face, and seemed to want to strike again. Zeng De rolled his eyes and glared at him, glaring back provocatively.
Zheng Chenggong waved to the accompanying military doctor, and several people came over to carry Zeng De down. Just as Zheng Chenggong was about to leave, a soldier slipped and fell straight towards Zheng Chenggong's back.
When Zheng Chenggong heard the movement, he turned around keenly and supported the soldier who was about to fall. The soldier quickly stood up and whispered: "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened..."
Halfway through his words, he realized that everyone was gasping for air, as if they had seen a ghost. He raised his head without knowing why, and immediately gasped as well.
Most of them have seen Zheng Chenggong's true face behind the mask. He is not ugly in person, he can even be called handsome. The reason why he wears the mask is purely a personal hobby.
But now there was a hideous wound on this handsome face, lying between the eyes. It seemed that there was an extra eye on the forehead, and it looked very scary.
Zheng Chenggong glanced at everyone's expressions indifferently, and of course there was Zeng De, who pretended to faint in order to avoid laughing out loud. He slowly leaned down to pick up the mask, and then strode away without looking back.
It took a long time for everyone to hear the earth-shattering sound coming from the cargo ship below, followed by a series of clanking, banging, and banging sounds.
Shi Lang and Cao Meng looked at each other for a while, but Shi Lang came to his senses first: "What are you doing in a daze? Go ahead and do whatever you have to do. Don't you want your legs anymore?"
Cao Meng took a deep breath: "We shouldn't have said that before, the boss must be very unhappy."
Shi Lang kicked him: "Why are you whining like a bitch? Why don't you go down and take a look?"