Start from the thief

According to the original plan, Lan Ling did not need to take any action in Liaoyang Prefecture, but now the plan has changed.

Lan Ling spent three days learning more than ten sentences of the Liao language and practiced them repeatedly until Zhao Yushu was sure that she could not distinguish her voice from that of the locals.

More than ten sentences are not many, but they are enough to mislead many people, at least preventing others from associating the person taking action tonight with a mute Goguryeo woman.

Lan Ling is responsible for guiding the opponent's reconnaissance direction, while Zhao Yushu is responsible for head-on confrontation. However, the occasion and time of the confrontation must be chosen well. There is no need to let the Liao people know who they are, just make them confused enough.

The captured Tang people were all sent to the cells, but the cells in Liaoyang Prefecture could not accommodate so many people at once, so a temporary open space was densely packed with Tang people with their hands tied kneeling.

Some people were cursing, some were begging, and many more had pale faces and numb expressions.

In front of them, teams of Liao soldiers were patrolling back and forth with spears and swords in hand.

These soldiers and generals did not cause much trouble to the Tang people. After all, most of them were ordinary people who settled in Liaoyang Prefecture. These soldiers and generals might be their neighbors or even friends. Now they were in chaos just because of an inexplicable order, and they had to work overtime late at night.

"Sir, we have captured so many people. What are we looking for?"

The great monk was very dissatisfied with the order of this woman who had achieved great perfection in external scenes. "You are a favorite of His Majesty, you are a great perfection in external scenes, and you can just pat your butt and leave after you've done your job, and nothing will happen to you. It's still me who has to clean up the mess in this city."

Arresting people, and so many of them at once. All the Tang people who were able to gain a foothold in Liaoyang Prefecture must have some background. I don’t know how many of them are related to important figures in Liaoyang Prefecture. After you make such a fuss, how can I still be the chief official of Liaoyang Prefecture?

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Eh? Waiting for whom?"

"Of course it's the person who stole the golden wolf."

"Why did he come?"

"No reason. If he doesn't come, I will kill him."

The woman stood up from the chair, walked to a random place, stretched out her hand, and a Tang man was grabbed in mid-air with a scream.

"Come here and tell these Tang people to shout out my words together. If the big thief doesn't come by midnight tonight, I will kill one first. If he still doesn't come after one stick of incense, I will kill ten. If he still doesn't come after another stick of incense, I will kill twenty, and so on until they are all gone."

The captured Tang people immediately started crying and shouting that they were wronged.

The great monk who was the chief of the city could no longer hold back and said, "How can you do this! Not to mention whether the thief is a Tang man, even if he is, he may not know what is going on here. Sir, you are taking human life lightly!"

The next moment, the great monk's entire body flew out in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you yell in front of me, Xiao Peipei? Well, you said I take human life lightly, I'll give you a chance."

Xiao Peipei took a wrong step, crossed a distance of more than ten feet, and picked up the monk who fell to the ground: "When the midnight comes, I will kill you first."

When Zhao Yushu followed the sound to the open space outside the prison, he saw thousands of people shouting and crying, repeating the same thing over and over again, conveying Xiao Peipei's words so that half the city could hear them.

Others might doubt whether this woman can do what she said, but Zhao Yushu had no doubt that for a great master of outer scene, it was impossible to kill all the more than a thousand mortals. It just depended on how long it took.

The chief officer of Liaoyang Prefecture was kneeling dejectedly beside Xiao Peipei's chair at this time, with a look of despair and helplessness on his face. He was a seventh-level cultivator and the chief officer of one of the four capitals of the Liao Kingdom, but now he was as worthless as a dog in front of the Liao Emperor's favorite concubine.

What is going on in this world?

Midnight is approaching.

Xiao Peipei did not show any nervousness or impatience. It seemed that killing a person was as common to her as drinking water, no matter whether the person was from the Tang or Liao Dynasty, a mortal or a great monk.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Xiao Peipei suddenly shouted loudly, and the shouts of thousands of people gradually subsided.

She stood up again, grabbed the monk by the back of his collar and dragged him to the middle of the open space: "The time has come."

Lan Ling also heard something from afar, but that was the direction Zhao Yushu was going. No matter what happened, she was confident that Zhao Yushu could handle it. Now she had to do her own thing.

This was the home of a Liao noble that she had chosen long ago. The head of this family had a high status in Linhuang Prefecture. This was considered their ancestral home, and only the elderly and servants in the family were left here.

This means that there won't be much defensive force here, but if something happens it will cause enough noise.

Lan Ling landed lightly in the dean's room, identified the layout, and walked towards the master's bedroom.

Even if the owner is not at home for a long time, the owner's room in this kind of mansion will not be given to others to live in. Instead, it will be left empty and cleaned every day by servants.

Lan Ling walked around a few sleepy night watchmen, solidified a very thin ice blade on her fingertips, and cut the bolt in half with one stroke. Her technique was so skillful that she seemed to have the talent of a thief.

The bedroom is very clean and the overall style is similar to that of the Central Plains. Liaoyang Prefecture was deeply influenced by the Tang people and the degree of sinicization is higher than that of Shangjing Linhuang Prefecture. After all, there are still some old antiques there who clamor to preserve the Liao people's traditions.

There couldn't be a golden wolf here. Even if there was, it would have been taken to Linhuang Mansion by its owner. But Lan Ling didn't care about that. Instead, she opened the boxes in the bedroom one by one, pretending to be searching.

She did not try to cover it up, and even took the initiative to create some noise. She believed that as long as the servants on guard outside were not dead, they would notice something was wrong soon.

Sure enough, panicked inquiries and shouts were soon heard from outside, and a large number of footsteps quickly rushed into the room.

Lan Ling felt that the time was almost up, so she jumped out of the window and was about to shout out the lines she had prepared long ago when a long knife came towards her.

There is actually a monk hiding in this house!

An old man wearing an outer robe and holding a long knife looked at the thief who narrowly avoided his knife, and showed disdain with a glance.

"You are only in the fourth level, and you dare to sneak into my house. You have guts."

Outside the open space of the prison, Xiao Peipei formed the five fingers of her right hand into a claw and pressed down without hesitation, and the thing under her hand was the head of the great monk.

If he is caught firmly this time, the end result will at least be that his brain will burst.

The great monk only felt his body shake, and the whole person unexpectedly moved a foot in the air. His shoulder was scratched by a sharp claw, and a piece of flesh and blood was torn off along with the sleeve. It turned out that Xiao Peipei was really not trying to be mysterious.

"Oh, he's finally here, but I'm surprised he saved you."

Xiao Peipei looked at Zhao Yushu who was pulling the Tiancan silk back bit by bit in the distance, with a smile on her face.

"Sixth Heaven? Not alone? But it doesn't matter, now that you are here, don't leave."

This sentence was spoken in proper Chinese.

Zhao Yushu's eyes showed a hint of disdain. I want to leave, can you stop me?

Suddenly, lightning flashed under Zhao Yushu's feet, and he moved sideways several feet in the air. Then he stumbled and almost fell. A strong wind left a purple mark on his left arm.

Zhao Yushu stared at the figure that suddenly appeared on the left, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The full moon was in the sky, and there seemed to be a wolf howl piercing the sky.

Why is she here!