A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

"waste!"

The bandit leader yelled again and smashed something on the ground.

"Brother, it's not that we are useless. I think this group of people are quite powerful. The young men among them are all very skilled. If they fight, we won't be able to gain any advantage!"

The question raised by the thin man seemed to attract the attention of the bandit leader.

"It seems that these people cannot be used by me. I can only kill them as soon as possible."

The bandit leader made a harsh statement, but the tall man seemed to disagree and immediately said:

"Brother, things are not that bad. We can use the old, weak, sick and disabled as threats. I don't believe these people will not obey."

"That makes sense. You should do it now, immediately."

The bandit leader must have known the situation outside and felt that he had little chance of winning, so he resorted to this desperate measure.

"Wait a minute. I don't think this is right, brother. You just said that these people don't look that simple. Could they be the people the government wants to arrest?"

The thin man was dissatisfied with the tall man being so proud in front of him, and immediately expressed the opposite opinion.

"I don't think so. I don't think any of them look the same as in the portrait."

It was the tall man's voice, and he seemed a little surprised by the thin man's words.

"That's not necessarily true. I heard that there is a technique called disguise in this world. What if they disguise themselves?"

The thin man insisted.

"This is just a legend. No one has ever seen a disguise technique. It's nothing to worry about."

The tall guy didn't give the thin guy any face, and his words were full of dissatisfaction.

“There are so many things you haven’t heard of, what if?

In my opinion, it is better to kill a thousand people by mistake than to let one go. Even if it is not the case, it does not matter. We just report it and receive the reward. Whether it is the case or not is their business to worry about. "

The thin man snorted coldly and sneered at the tall man's objection.

"It's already this hour, and you're still arguing.

First, arrest them and interrogate them one by one. If they are the real culprit, that would be the best. If not, it would be even better if they know the clues. Those who don't know can surrender if they are willing to do so, and those who don't want to surrender can be secretly killed with a reason. Who can stop me if I can hide the truth from the world?"

The bandit leader slammed the table and made the final decision, and the other two could only bow their heads in agreement.

Seeing that the other party was about to bring people out, Wen Meijiu and Art hid in a secret place.

"We'll kill them now and put an end to it all."

Art didn't take these bandits seriously at all and was about to leave, but was pulled back by Wen Meijiu.

"No, they don't look like ordinary bandits."

Wen Meijiu felt this way because of their conversation just now.

From the conversation just now, Wen Meijiu guessed that this group of people were in collusion with the government and they seemed to be looking for someone.

This made Wen Meijiu think of Prince Wang and the others. Are they the ones these bandits are looking for?

"Brother, go deal with the bandit leader first. I'll go back and tell the villagers to hide."

"Brother," when Art heard this word, he was stunned and thought there was something wrong with his ears. Wen Meijiu had never called him like this before.

Almost crying for joy, Art rushed over and tried to hug Wen Meijiu, the excitement in his eyes was beyond words, but was ruthlessly pushed away by Wen Meijiu.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Meijiu glared at him in dissatisfaction.

Art was in a very good mood. Wen Meijiu actually called him "big brother". It seemed that she didn't hate him that much.

Rubbing his hands, Art said with concern:

“My mistake, I will correct it later.

But sister, I'm worried if you go alone, so come with me."

"No, I won't fight them. If I can't defeat them, I'll just let the villagers surrender and I'll find a way later."

Art thought about it and it made sense. Wen Meijiu would not suffer any loss, but the brothers outside could not wait any longer. He had to capture the bandit leader quickly so that he could "use the emperor to command the other lords" to avoid letting the enemy take the initiative.

"Okay, then let's split up and you should be careful."

He pointed at the Band-Aid on Wen Meijiu's forehead, as if he knew that Wen Meijiu had just lied to him.

Seeing Art's reluctant expression, Wen Meijiu scolded him for being pretentious, turned around and quietly returned the same way.

The villagers were still sleeping, and only the family members were woken up by Wen Meijiu. This situation was easy to deal with, as Wen Meijiu didn't have to go and persuade them one by one.

The tall man and the thin man each brought a few people and rushed into the two caves where the villagers were, trying to wake them up and use them as hostages to force the people outside to stop.

"Hey, why is there no one here?"

The thin man raised the knife in his hand, turned around and asked the men behind him.

The men looked at each other in bewilderment; they had no idea what was going on here.

"Did you just put them in the wrong place and move them to other caves?"

“Boss, I remember clearly that I put the person here.

At that time, I was afraid that I had made a mistake, so I counted the number of people deliberately. "

One of Skinny's most capable men stepped forward to confirm that this was the place.

"Brother, I remember this is the place too."

Another subordinate came forward to confirm that the place was correct.

"That's impossible. The people were clearly placed here. They were all unconscious at the time. Even if they woke up and ran away, with so many people and their families, someone should have seen them, right?"

Amidst their doubts, they searched the cave one by one, in the troughs, lids, water tanks, and even the weeds next to them. They turned everything over, but in the end found nothing.

"This is fucking weird. In broad daylight, could they have grown wings and flew away?"

The thin man stood in the middle of the cave, swearing while biting his back teeth.

"Brother, what do you think this is?"

One of the men seemed to have discovered something. He ran quickly to the thin man, holding a note two palms wide, and showed it to him.

"What does it say?"

The thin man was illiterate and almost scratched his head with his fingers, but in the end he still couldn't guess it and turned to look at his men.

"Brother, it knows me, but I don't know it!"

"Brother, my family is poor, it's impossible for me to know him, don't worry."

"Brother, you can do it, but I can't. Please spare me."

Wherever the thin man's eyes passed, there was a sound of pleading.

The thin man slapped his head twice and was about to walk out to ask the tall man what was written on it when suddenly an ethereal voice sounded in the air, scaring them.

"Whoever wants you dead the most is the one who did it."

After the ethereal voice finished speaking, it immediately disappeared.

"Who, who are you?"

The thin man stood there and spun around for a while until he felt dizzy, but he couldn't find where the sound came from.

"Brother, could it be a ghost?"

One of the subordinates was timid. He shrank his neck, came close to the thin man, and carefully expressed his guess.

"What the hell, in broad daylight, don't tell me nonsense, I don't believe it."

"Then, could that brother be a god?"

The worried subordinate continued to speculate, no longer showing his previous fear.

"That's true. There's no one here, only voices. It seems that this is the only explanation that makes sense."

The thin man talked to himself, turned around and looked around twice in doubt, and asked someone to search the scene twice again before saying this.

After comforting himself with a few words, he felt much better. He lowered his head and looked at the words in his hand again. He concluded that it was the voice that had read it out just now, and murmured:

"Who wants me dead the most? Who is it?"