Cross the doghouse to save Party A, Your Highness owes me ten mines

The corridor was so long, and he sat alone in the middle with no one around him. Everyone else sat at the tables on both sides of his head, leaving several tables in the middle empty. He was obviously a weak scholar, but somehow he had such a cold aura.

He was dressed in a lilac-colored gown without a single pattern on his body, save for an emerald teardrop stone at his waist. His mask was black with intricate patterns, and the eye holes were small, covering his peach blossom eyes, leaving only a trace of thin lips exposed, like a pool of spring water, cold and heartless, as deep as a pool.

Xia Shi took a quick glance and stopped looking. He had been out for a long time today and had seen many different kinds of people. There was nothing strange about it.

She stared closely at the people walking in front of her.

A few people turned left and right in front, and actually passed through the corridor and arrived at a pavilion.

Xia Shi followed them and as he got closer, he heard several people sitting down and after exchanging pleasantries, they began to formally start a conversation.

"We are the Misty Rain Sect, don't worry, the news will be delivered securely..."

"The information is all in the secret letter, one tael of silver per piece!"

"Whether you want to buy it or not, act now, otherwise it will be gone..."

"..."

Some people started to pay, some were hesitant, some were considering the authenticity, and Xia Shi was watching from the sidelines.

She could see everything clearly in the dark and hear the whispers of everyone around her.

So when a knife flew in, she had already dodged far away.

A fight suddenly broke out in the backyard of Qingzhou's largest den of brothel.

A group of men in black jumped down from all four sides of the courtyard wall, surrounded the person in the middle, and started attacking with deadly swords!

In just a dozen breaths, before the girls passing by could even scream, all of them were held at the neck by the men in black, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

The masked and thin-lipped scholar came in, stepping on the blood on the ground. He asked leisurely:

"Since when did our Yanyu Sect start selling information? How come this deity didn't know about it?"

The Yanyu Clan is a killer organization famous in the East Continent. They take money from people and help them get rid of disasters. What is the most important thing?

Keep it secret!

You must not disclose any information about your employer.

Therefore, although the Yanyu Sect has countless industries, they will never sell information.

It's just that the recent bounty of three thousand taels is too tempting. Some scoundrels think that since they can't catch the thief, they might as well sell the information to make some money. As the saying goes, money moves the heart. Faced with huge profits, some people will take the biggest risk and cheat some newbies in the world.

Now that he was caught, he slid to his knees in fear and began to beg for mercy:

"Your Highness!"

"Lord, spare my life..."

"My Lord, we will never dare to do that again..."

"..."

The man who looked like a frail scholar was rubbing the three fingers of his left hand. This was his daily habit. Ever since his fingers were injured and had no feeling, he could only do this every day. Unfortunately, it never had much effect.

He paced around the group, stepped on the blood on the ground, looked around, then pointed at three people and said:

"You, you, and you!" When they heard him point out their names, their faces turned pale, because they were the ones who set up a trap to defraud people on the street today. They didn't expect that they would be pointed out one by one, and they were immediately trembling with fear.

"Chop it up and feed it to the dogs!" he said with his thin lips.

"My Lord... Um..." The begging for mercy that followed was stuck in his mouth. The skill that was sung in the Jianghu books, which could fool the big boss in a desperate situation, did not exist at all.

Several people were dragged away, and the rest were trembling.

He whispered again: "Remember, Yanyumen does not sell news!", as if to say that my family only sells buns and does not sell soy milk.

But who wouldn’t be afraid? The dead were still lying on the ground, their knees soaked with warm blood.

"Yes... yes,... yes!" They all answered yes with trembling voice.

The man then said, "Get lost!"

A group of people ran away as if they had been pardoned.

Xia Shi, who was among the girls at the corner of the courtyard far away and accidentally witnessed a fight between the Jianghu and the martial arts world, was just filing out with the maids...

The "weak scholar" glanced at her fiercely. Through a row of blossoming trees, she felt as if she saw a pair of gorgeous peach blossom eyes and countless cold knives through the mask.

It makes a whizzing sound and can prick people.

Wow, now she has witnessed the extreme disparity between appearance and temperament that her senior sister talked about. Next time when she talks about murderous aura, she will agree and say, yes, it does exist!

After a brief eye contact, she simply picked up her gown, strode away, and went after the man she met on the street today.

If you ask her why she didn't approach the scholar called the Lord, it's because he doesn't sell information. Party A and the killer organization probably wouldn't have too many intersections, and the person she needs to follow would run away if she didn't chase him.

The man who looked like a scholar took a look at the only figure who was not trembling as he walked away, and blocked the pursuit of his men. It was unknown whether he was disdainful or not interested, or perhaps he had some other intention at any time, but he waved his hand to let the frightened girls disperse.

All the assassins retreated, thus avoiding a severe beating from thunder and fire!

The man lifted his foot, and the teardrop-shaped emerald stone swayed slightly. He stepped on the blood on the ground and went onto the corridor to listen to the girl playing the pipa singing softly. However, this time, her singing had a hint of crying in it!

He waved his hand and asked them to leave. He rubbed his three unconscious fingers for a while and said leisurely, "Black Armor Guards, three thousand taels, remnants of the previous dynasty, Gu family, hum!"

"Number 30!"

A black shadow fell silently, bowed his head and knelt on the ground: "I'm here!"

He said, "Let's go find the place in the North where the Gu family has the most loyal followers. We can stay there for a while..."

This world is still not chaotic enough!

……

In Xishui Village, Linshui County, in a small courtyard on the hillside,

Lou Junze, dressed in black, led Zhiyi and Kuishan Nanfeng out on horseback. Five thousand soldiers and horses came out from the deep forest at the foot of the mountain and followed him.

Each of them carried a sword and armor and disappeared into the night.

……

The number of men I met on the street today has been reduced from four to one. It is obvious that except for the one who sold information, the other two were all hired help. The remaining lamb ran as if something was chasing him.

Xia Shi kept calling him,

"Brother, brother, wait a moment, brother..."

"Brother!"

"……", how did someone with such little courage and brains survive in the underworld until now? Please give me some scientific knowledge!

He ran all the way until he reached a dilapidated temple and hid inside, only then did he really stop running.

Xia Shi walked in and found that there were actually several people resting in the dilapidated temple full of spider webs.

Whether lying down, reclining or sitting, there is only one posture that looks the best when sleeping alone, and that’s not the point.

The point is,

Xi Yan said that the imperial court's arrest warrant would not be easily withdrawn. In addition, with such a relationship, they regarded the bloodline of the Qian Dynasty as a scourge, so they would definitely not withdraw it.

As for the Jianghu Bounty Order, once the bounty is issued, it will last for a hundred years and there has never been a precedent of it being withdrawn.

Xia Shi looked at the man who bought the news today. He was squatting on the ground in a daze, as if he was still frightened by what had just happened.

Xia Shi sat next to him and sighed for him: "Brother, why bother?"