Chapter 47 Brother Zhang, it’s so late, where are you going? The moonlight was cold and the long street was peaceful again. With the sorcerer's soul being detained, the fight was declared over. "what is this?" Zhao Duan dropped the hilt of the knife, his tense muscles relaxed, and a large amount of lactic acid accumulated, causing his muscles to ache slightly. Killing the enemy with one blow may seem easy, but it is actually not easy. The price of high explosive power was that most of his Qi was consumed in an instant. As a mortal warrior, his fragile meridians bore pressure that should not have occurred at this level. The energy was too rough and it hurt him! "Swallow." The girl in the black priest robe carefully tied the yellow gourd around her waist, and the beautiful ghost face on it closed its eyes and dozed. She turned back and added: "A kind of talisman."
The tone is as if saying: "Grass, a kind of plant." "Similar to a magical weapon?" Zhao Duan used a familiar concept to make an analogy. Jin Jian said "yes" and said: “Almost the same, but with a slight difference, magical weapons can only be made by humans, similar to swords, and are mostly held by warriors. But talismans have spirituality, including both man-made and natural talismans, most of which have strange abilities and are mostly controlled by sorcerers. " I have learned nothing... Zhao Duan humbly asks: "This Hercules, the gourd, and your staff are all man-made objects, right? What are the natural ones?" Jin Jian nodded first, indicating that his guess was correct, and then said: "If it's natural... like the afterbirth and the fetal hair, that's all. After the baby is born, the afterbirth must be burned or hidden as soon as possible, otherwise it will be found by a sorcerer who can use it to cast a curse on the baby, which is very powerful. " When she said this, her tone was as if she was reciting something seriously. This reminded Zhao Duan of the little girls in his class who had good grades when he was in school. "That's it..." Jin Jian looked away with a guilty look: "This person is very powerful, and he is no weakling in the Divine Chapter Realm. A sorcerer of this level should not be involved in such a small case." You seemed to be explaining why you didn't protect me just now... Zhao Duan glanced at her and said, "Don't expose the difficulties." Zhu Dian was accepted by the Heavenly Master because of his high talent and great potential. Before he became a "disciple", his absolute fighting power was not strong. But this is indeed strange... If they only bribed the Zhang brothers and kidnapped a few firearms craftsmen... although the nature of the crime was bad, it involved the conflict between the imperial power and the "Eight Kings". But the case itself is actually very small. Just sending a few small figures is completely capable of doing the task, and at most it will involve the "mortal" realm.
No one, including Sun Lianying, could have imagined that a sorcerer at the "Shen Zhang" level would appear. Using a cannon to kill a mosquito... Unless Prince Jing's Mansion has other purposes, or there is another hidden reason why this sorcerer is lurking in the capital. Zhao Duan expressed his guess. Jin Jian said "yes" and said with a serious expression: "This person holds the inheritance, and he has the same origin as my Tianshi Mansion. I need to bring him back for investigation. If the court wants him, I can hand him over." This matter was beyond her authority and needed to be reported to the elders in the mansion, or even the old Taoist priest. "Okay." Zhao Duan didn't mind. After all, the man was defeated by Jin Jian. If it causes trouble for him, who knows what other tricks the warlock has up his sleeve. Warriors are better, simple and pure, they can break it with one force. "I'll take him away first and come back to you later." Jin Jian squatted down, picked up the body of the black-clad sorcerer with his small hands, and spoke in a reading tone. Ready to run away. Zhao Duan discovered with great interest that beneath the girl's mysterious and ethereal appearance, she was somewhat nerdy and not aloof at all. "...Okay," he nodded. The danger was over and he no longer needed the other party's protection. Suddenly he remembered something and asked hurriedly: "By the way, do you know where Zhang Changshuo ran off to?" …… …… "Hu Chi... Hu Chi..." Heavy breathing. The heart beats like a drum. Under the cover of night, Zhang Changshuo, wearing a smelly linen shirt and with one of his shoes missing, ran wildly in the darkness. The faint starlight illuminated his panic-stricken and frightened face, with beads of sweat on his forehead. After the formation was used to teleport, he suddenly appeared in an empty house. Zhang Changshuo was so scared that he hid in a pile of firewood. He actually managed to survive the first wave of searches by the Jinyi guards. After all the officers were lured away and the surroundings were silent, he carefully crawled out, identified the direction, and fled madly. Poor weak scholar, he has to take a car when going out and ride a horse when leaving the city, how can he run fast? After finally running to the designated location, I was already sweating profusely and almost exhausted. "Sir? Is that you, Sir?" On a quiet street corner, a carriage was waiting.
At this time, a servant of the Zhang family held a horsewhip, looked at the approaching figure, and called out softly. He was the other person who drove the "dung truck" before. According to Zhang Changshuo's arrangement, the two men disguised themselves and left the mansion, and Zhang Changshuo went to do business. The servant went to rent a carriage, waited here, made a circle, and then sent Zhang Changshuo home. In this way, even if someone noticed that he had gone out, it would not matter as long as they could not find any trace of him. "Help me, help me get in the car..." Zhang Changshuo panted. The servant was horrified and hurriedly helped him into the carriage: "Sir, what's wrong with you?" As a servant, he had no idea where his master was going, and only thought he was doing private business. "Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" "Oh, okay, are we going back home now?" "No! You can't go back!" Inside the carriage, Zhang Changshuo took a deep breath, his face looked extremely ugly, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Go to the west gate! Quick!" When Zhao Duan and his men surrounded him and the light from the torches illuminated his face, it meant that he was finished. The charge of "colluding with suspected sorcerers and warriors" alone was enough to have him arrested and imprisoned for investigation. Therefore, he absolutely could not go home for the moment, and it was also difficult to hide in a friend's house. The best way was to leave the city as quickly as possible before the news spread. Although the city gates were closed after nightfall, he still had some privileges as the "White Horse Prison Messenger". It would not be difficult to trick the gatekeepers into opening the city gates under the pretext of doing things for the saint. Next, he just had to find a place to hide and wait for news. "The best case scenario is that the people in Prince Jing's mansion run away or die. In the absence of evidence, even if there is suspicion, the empress cannot directly convict, otherwise the entire court will be frightened and rebel..." "As long as they cannot be convicted, there is room for maneuver. My father and uncle can mediate." "The worst case scenario is that I flee to Jiancheng Road and seek refuge in Prince Jing's mansion. Even if I lose my value, Prince Jing will still treat me well in order to buy horse bones with a huge sum of money and not disappoint the others!" The rumble of a horse-drawn carriage galloped along the deserted street. In the bumpy carriage, Zhang Changshuo was thinking anxiously, and his thoughts gradually became clearer. Only then did he remember to take off his smelly linen clothes, roll them into a ball, throw them out of the shaking car window, and then change into the clean long gown prepared in the car. After doing this, he clenched his fists, his heart was in turmoil, and his nails almost pierced into his flesh. In my mind, scenes from today flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope. Finally, it stopped on a handsome face that he hated extremely.
"Zhao! Du! An!" Zhang Changshuo squeezed out the name from between his teeth, his eyes full of anger. Until this moment, he still didn't believe that today's killing was arranged by Zhao, and only thought that it was directed by the imperial court. It should be that Ma Yan found some clues first and intended to alert the enemy, and Zhao Duan just threw it out to paralyze himself as bait. However, this speculation cannot explain why Zhao Duan led the officers to carry out the arrest. Rather than the thousand households of the imperial yamen. "It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. When I escape to the side of Prince Jing and change the dynasty, that will be the day I return." Zhang Changshuo was full of fantasies and his blood was boiling with excitement over the revenge drama he had imagined in his mind. Suddenly, the horses neighed, accompanied by the low shouts of the coachman and the dull sound of hammering. The speeding carriage was forced to stop after a violent jolt. "Ah——" Zhang Changshuo was so dizzy from the fall that he barely sat up and said angrily: "How do you drive...ah!" The scolding stopped abruptly. The gray car curtain was lifted by a well-proportioned man's hand, and the watery moonlight splashed down, illuminating the face of the visitor. Zhao Duan looked at his old friend with a smile on his face, his expression gentle: "Brother Zhang, where are you going so late?" Thanks: Zhizhibanwo's 233 coins character reward~ (End of this chapter)