Chasing in the starry night, killing people and returning!
Running on the wind-covered wilderness, Yang Yu felt no satisfaction in his heart. He just recalled the before and after to judge whether he would leave any traces.
It is a principle that has been passed down from ancient times to the present that people in the public domain like to cultivate themselves.
Liu Wenpeng devoured a county's property, and his business in a few years was already richer than that of Wang, Chen, and Li's family in hundreds of years. Naturally, he attracted many good people.
Since he has been in charge of the yamen for more than a year, it is natural that he will not be unclear.
The big man he killed was named Jiang Yan, and he was from the "Weihu Martial Arts School" in the inner city. There were at least ten people with his role in the Liu family.
This means that Liu Wenpeng's subordinates, excluding the old Taoist who is suspected of practicing poison skills, all have at least ten masters who have exchanged blood for the second time.
With the means he had at this time, he could kill Jiang Yan with one strike in a surprise attack, but if he was really to be surrounded and killed by ten people, there would be no way to escape.
His breath was too short after all.
“Nine oxen and two tigers, nine oxen and two tigers…”
Hands on the iron wrench, Yang Yu's heart becomes more and more urgent.
Although I don’t know whether the nine oxen and two tigers in the recipe refer to physical strength or vitality, either the former or the latter is the strength he urgently needs.
Buzz!
With thoughts flashing in my mind, a red light flashed through the cauldron of gluttony:
【Iron wrench】
【Grade: Inferior (upper)】
【Quality: Poor (lower)】
【Evaluation: External Kung Fu and Iron Arm Kung Fu】
【Take it and you will get the "Bronze Head and Iron Arm Skill"】
【The Cauldron of Gluttony has insufficient energy storage and cannot be refined】
“So is this the ‘bronze head and iron arm skill’ that Jiang Yan practices? No wonder he seemed to want to use his arm to block my sword in the end.
Fortunately, his bronze-headed iron arms have not been trained on his neck...
It seems that cutting the neck is the weak point of this type of hard skill. My iron crotch skill is not in a hurry to cover the torso and limbs, but still has to make up for the weak points."
Yang Prison was thinking about gains and losses.
Counting the iron wrench, he only needed three ingredients to activate the Shidu-level recipe.
Huh~
Hurry through the official road, with a few flashes, he ducked in through the door left by the guard at the gate for Liu Qingqing.
The soldiers were irritated and worried when they heard the roar of the wind and hurriedly came out of the house, but Yang Yu had already slipped into the darkness.
Huhu~
A cold wind blew.
It was so cold in the outer city, it seemed so quiet that even the whimpering could not be heard. The snow on the eaves was undulating along with the paper money.
Exceptionally cold.
Like a dead city.
Yang Yu stared blankly at the dead outer city, preparing to find a place to spend the night.
The inner city was much more heavily defended than the outer city. Even he could not possibly enter without alerting the soldiers guarding the city.
Unknowingly, he returned to the alley where he lived in the outer city.
From a distance, you can see railings set up inside and outside the alley, quicklime is sprinkled everywhere, and you can only see the snow that has not been cleared outside every household.
He knew that there had been no living people living in this alley for a long time.
In fact, in order to prevent the spread of the epidemic, entry and exit to several fenced-off areas in the outer city were not allowed at all. After a few months, there were no longer any living people inside.
“Are they all dead? Or were they dragged to some place for isolation?”
Yang Yu felt his heart feel chilly.
If the Cauldron of Gluttony hadn't awakened, if it hadn't been for Wang Fobao's reminder and the old man's pension, he and his mother-in-law would have died long ago, right?
This night, Yang Prison was in great pain.
The cold wind and cold night were not as chilling as the silence of the outer city. It was not until dawn the next day that he climbed up to the eaves of a nearby house and looked up.
In the huge outer city, the smoke from cooking has become much rarer.
Separated by a wall, the inner city is filled with smoke. As the sun rises, it gradually becomes popular.
Back in the inner city, it was just dawn, and after washing rice and cooking food quickly, Prison Yang went to work in the prison, exhausted.
Just before going to the prison, he walked around a few times and arrived outside the alley where Wang Fobao lived.
“Is this protection? Or surveillance...”
Glancing at the few government officials guarding the gate, Yang Yu felt a little embarrassed, turned around a few times, and climbed in from the back wall.
The smell of medicine is still strong, and the sound of coughing still sounds from time to time.
Yang Yu didn’t hide either, he gently opened the door, and inside the house, a slightly weak voice sounded:
"come in."
Push the door open and enter.
In the room filled with the smell of medicine, Wang Fobao was sitting on the bed, changing the dressing. Yang Yu looked carefully, and there were faint traces of blood on the numbness tied around his chest.
“Is this a new injury?”
Yang Prison closed the door.
“An old wound will bleed if you move it even a little bit.”
Putting on his coat, Wang Fobao slowly stood up. The smell of blood immediately covered the smell of medicine in the room.
Could this be an old injury?
Yang Yu’s eyelids twitched.
This injury is probably ten times more serious than Wang Wu's previous injury.
The "move a little bit" mentioned by Wang Fobao is probably not that simple.
“I have heard about what happened outside the city.”
Wang Fobao poured a bowl of medicine and drank it without changing his expression:
“How is Wang Wu’s injury?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Yang Yu stared at Wang Fobao closely, and finally couldn't help it anymore:
“The outer city is almost becoming a dead city.”
"I know."
Wang Fobao’s face turned slightly gloomy:
“Don’t look for anything in the prison.”
His voice was as usual, but Yang Yu noticed something strange.
Wang Fobao, although he was seriously injured before, was very calm. Even if the situation was bad, he seemed to have a redeemable mentality.
At this time, he could clearly hear the wavering in his voice.
Yang Yu’s heart thumped and he couldn’t help but ask:
"In the end what happened?"
“You only had one blood transfusion, and now you have two blood transfusions. Even if I tell you, what’s the use?”
Wang Fobao opened the bed cabinet, took out twenty taels of silver and handed it to him:
"Take the money and go back to buy some meat for your mother-in-law. Go back."
Yang Yu did not accept the money, but still stared at him.
Silence.
After a long time, Wang Fobao took off his coat, revealing a shocking wound.
There were many scars on his body, and the most serious ones were the bleeding hole on his chest and a black and red palm print between his chest and abdomen.
Wang Fobao turned around.
"this……"
Yang Yu took a breath of cold air.
Wang Fobao's back looked like he had been chopped dozens of times with random knives, the flesh and blood were turned out, and the bones were deeply visible.
But this is not a knife wound, but a palm wound!
This palm was slapped between the chest and abdomen, but it came out through the body, almost smashing Wang Fobao's body!
“This palm seal is called the Great Power Palm! It is the handwriting of the helmsman of Liansheng Cult, ‘Yu Chilong’…”
Wang Fobao wrapped up the linen cloth with an expressionless expression:
"Tell you, what can I do? When Wang Wu suppressed the bandits, I took people out of the city with the intention of going to Shunde Prefecture to ask for help.
Unfortunately, the Liansheng Cult has blocked several traffic arteries...
Heishan City is already a dead city!"
“Dead city…”
Yang Yu’s heart was shocked, and he felt a little enlightened.
Why did the security of the Great Prison suddenly become loose? I am afraid that Wang Fobao has already acquiesced in letting the people of Liansheng Cult enter the Great Prison...