It is common sense that people die for money and birds die for food. Yan Shifan is rich and no one in the world knows. Besides, there are only 500 martial soldiers in Zhenwu Camp, and there are only 700 robbers on the opposite side.

If you lose the Prime Minister and the Young Master, you will die when you go back. It’s better to grab a piece of money to have fun. Even if you die, you will still be a full-fledged ghost. A romantic ghost isn’t it?!

Although it went smoothly, nearly a hundred people were lost. Someone came to rob him when the meat was at his mouth. The bandits were in an uproar, scolded him, raised their swords and guns, and boarded the ship and rushed towards the two ships in Zhenwu Camp.

Well, now, the bandits on the shore jumped onto the black-sailed boat and ignored Yan Shifan!

Yan Shifan looked at this scene in amazement. He was so angry that he was about to vomit blood by Zhenwuying. In the blink of an eye, no one cared about it!

No one cares about it?

Yan Shifan underestimated his weight. The man holding a steel knife explained to the people around him, snatched a longbow, slowly retreated and walked into the dense forest, and chased Yan Shifan in the direction of escape.

On the mountain several miles away, Wang Yi untied his leggings, wrapped the cloth strips hard on the handle of the long knife, and calmly walked down the mountain.

Running desperately, the branches were bent by the body of the predecessor and bounced back to Yan Shifan's face, which was a scorching pain, but he did not dare to stop.

It just happened to meet a bandit, was it the trouble caused by the goods on five large ships, or was it the enemy who took action?

Yan Shifan kept his feet, his face was ferocious, and his mind was changing rapidly. If he could escape, it would be just bad luck. If he was unexpected... Who was it?

Who is it?

Sadly, Yan Shifan has done too many unethical things in recent years, and there are too many people who have died directly and indirectly in his hands. If he wants to make a list, the list will be very long.

After entering Jiangxi, he actually... He returned to the Governor of Fujian and Jiangxi, and the useless person Hu Zongxian, could he be Zhao Zhenji or Geng Dingxiang?

This thought just appeared in Yan Shifan's mind, and suddenly he staggered, fell down, and rolled down the hillside.

"Be careful, sir!"

"Master, Master."

A few servants and the guards had just helped Yan Shifan up, and the sharp sound of cutting through the air echoed in his ears. The guards, who were holding Yan Shifan's right hand on Yan Shifan's shoulder, fell down without warning. Yan Shifan's gaze fell on the other party's chest, and there was an arrow with bloodshot seepage.

After crossing the shoulder of the guard guard, Yan Shifan looked up tremblingly, and a big man holding a big bow was slowly walking out of the woods.

Yan Shifan has always been remembered and has an amazing memory. He desperately recognized that this bearded man was the leader of the bandits.

Five large ships carried all their wealth, and the officers and soldiers of Zhenwu camp fought against each other, but the bandit leader gave up his wealth and came alone.

Obviously, other people are here to seek wealth, while this great man is here to seek life.

The scene was stalemate for a moment, and the big man sneered and pulled out a long arrow and put it on the bowstring.

Following this action, everyone shouted and ran away wildly.

Under the hillside, Yan Shifan ran away with his deep and shallow feet.

On the hillside, the man followed closely, suddenly braked suddenly and bent his bow and arrow.

Only the sound of whizzing sound could be heard, Yan Shifan, who dared not turn around, kept hearing the familiar screams.

But soon, Yan Shifan noticed something was wrong, because the screams rang in front of him.

A big man holding a long sword suddenly emerged from the bushes beside the road. The first sword slashed the Yan Mansion Protective who was running away in the front, and then the sword was like a sword envoy, poking straight into the heart of the person behind.

The sharp arrows were still there, and the swords were flashing under the hillside. From dozens of people escaping into the woods to dozens of people, Yan Shifan was alone, his hair was scattered, his face was covered with dust and mud, his clothes were stained with purple-black blood, his shoes were lost, and he went forward in a mess...

Finally, Yan Shifan, who had been living in poverty for decades, finally couldn't run.

His throat seemed to be full of fire, and his throat was filled with blood. Yan Shifan knelt on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, gasping heavily, and looking desperately at the two men holding long swords and big bows slowly approaching from the left and right sides.

"Yan Shifan!"

"Yan Shifan!"

The next sound made Yan Shifan's hair stand up. He heard that this person had spoken in Mandarin before, but now he has a Shaanxi accent. He is so good at using bows and arrows, he is probably from the border army.

But the border generals... Yan Shifan's enemies are countless. Who will it be?

The big man hung up the longbow, sneered and stepped forward to pull Yan Shifan up, his eyes full of bone-like hatred, "You have today too!"

Yan Shifan gasped and said, "Let me die and understand."

The big man was about to speak, but Wang Yi made a stop gesture and hit Yan Shifan's head with a palm.

"You have to clean your hands." Wang Yi whispered: "You can't leave any clues."

"Don't worry, it's been almost half a year since I joined the gang. It's not a day or two for the second child to take office." The big man shook his head, "As soon as I disappear, there is so much money left, who will come to me? But don't miss your signs."

"The people who have been beaten have killed just now." Wang Yi was silent for a moment, picked up Yan Shifan who had fainted, "Let's go, this place is not far from Nancheng County, Jiangxi inspector Geng Dingxiang will station in Nancheng County."

Wang Yi strode ahead and walked seven or eight miles along the mountain road. He drove out a carriage from the dense forest and walked dozens of miles to a valley.

In the darkness, there seemed to be the sound of Dundu's sharp blade chopping wood, followed by the sound of crackling fire. Two people sat in front of the fire, one held a dagger in his right hand and a wooden strip in his left hand, as if it was carving something, and the other was sitting there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of the knife being sheathed came, and Wang Yi didn't look back, "Do you recognize this knife?"

Inspector Yan Shifan, who was tied into rice dumplings, looked long with his neck, "It seems like a Miaodao."

"Under this Miao sword, there are forty-four dead souls, including forty-three Japanese pirates and one deserter." Wang Yiheng sword turned around, "Now, this Miao sword is back in the sheath. I thought there would be no more days to drink blood, but the young master gave it to him..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Shifan shouted in a sharp voice: "Qian Zhancai, Qian Zhancai!"

Qian Yuan's Miao Dao is very famous in the southeast, and there are also many people in the capital who know it. Some people once joked about Qian Yuan's vulgarity. Literati should carry swords, so why do they use swords?

"No wonder that coincidentally, we met at Zhenjiang Wharf... I guess you have been following you, always following..."

"Why?"

"Why!"

Yan Shifan roared incomprehensible: "Xu Huating, Li Shiyan, Gao Xinzheng, all of them don't like him. Only Yan's mansion is kind to him, he actually wants to kill me?"

The big man on the other side of the fire stopped slightly, without saying a word, and then continued after a while.

"Your young master and I have never had any grudges, we must have made a mistake!" Yan Shifan struggled desperately, "Just last June, I helped him a lot..."

"Young Master is telling me, this is not a personal grudge." Wang Yi looked at the cracks visible on the blade.

Yan Shifan suddenly raised his head and squeezed out a strange cry from his throat, "Is this a public outrage?"

If you don’t believe it, you will never believe it. That is a person who is sloppy and a person who values ​​interests the most. It is impossible, impossible to take such a big risk for public indignation!

"To be fair, Yan Shifan has caused trouble to the world, but he is still kind to the young master." Wang Yi said quietly: "But now the situation in the court is like this, so you need to borrow something from Donglou Gong."

Yan Shifan stared at Wang Yi in a daze, "What?"
Chapter completed!