Dashabi and Guicai continued to travel for a day and a night. As they galloped, the trees passed by like running water, and a drowsy tiredness enveloped the two of them.

Every time the horse's hoof hit the ground, it felt like a hammer hammering their hearts, but they gritted their teeth and never slowed down.

They finally climbed Yuze Mountain, and when they came panting to the Taoist temple of Taoist Huanxi, they were told that Huanxi had been taken away by officials two days ago.

The two looked at each other, understood each other, immediately turned around and went down the mountain, chasing after each other quickly.

Da Shabi, who had been a escort for many years, knew the national post road network very well. There were only a few routes to and from the capital, and there were only a few post stations; so he immediately planned the fastest route.

So the two brothers drove non-stop for several days, just to catch up with the official convoy.

The two of them were silent on the road, concentrating entirely on their journey.

It was getting late, Dashabi and Guicai came to a forest.

They had just come down the mountain and traveled for a day and night. They were exhausted physically and mentally. Through the shadows of the trees in the forest, their tired faces full of sweat and dust were reflected.

There were still beads of sweat hanging on the ghost's forehead, and he was panting.

"Let's rest here for a while." Guicai suggested.

The two stopped immediately, and the panting sounds on the horses gradually subsided. They untied the saddles together and placed them carefully on the ground.

The ghost slumped down on a smooth stone, and Dashabi was no exception. He found a flat place and bent down to catch his breath.

Dashabi took out some dry food and a water bag from his bag, and briefly replenished his physical strength with Guicai.

My hungry stomach has been relieved, but the anxiety in my heart has not dissipated.

"It seems that the government arrived at the Taoist temple one step ahead of us. We just hope they will go slower." Guicai said with a frown.

Dashabi patted him lightly on the shoulder to express his understanding and support.

"Well, senior brother, we will never let Taoist Huanxi be taken to the capital." Guicai said with a hint of unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

After a brief rest, the two of them went on a night walk without stopping.

It was quiet in the forest, only the sound of wind and the neighing of horses could be heard.

The two of them galloped in silence, only wanting to catch up with the convoy in front.

At dawn, Dasha wrote happily: "Look, the motorcade is in front!"

Finally, one day away from the capital, they saw the official chariots and horses from a distance.

Dashabi and Guicai were finally relieved and exchanged a look with perfect understanding.

Their hearts that had been hanging for several days finally dropped. Seeing the motorcade in front, their steel-needle-like concentration finally relaxed.

The formation of Xingbu's chariot and horse team is not large, with six official servants and one Tai.

The six officials were dressed in the official uniforms of the imperial court, with turbans on their heads, cloaks, and long swords at their waists. The eunuchs were wearing robes and mandarin jackets. They looked arrogant and used riding whips from time to time to direct the way.

There were officers guarding the prison car in front and back with guns and bows and arrows, and the security was tight.

Xingbu's motorcade was moving at a leisurely pace, and when Da Shabi took a closer look, it turned out that what was being held in the prison car was the Taoist priest Huanxi, who was emaciated and dressed in rags.

Dashabi and Guicai exchanged understanding glances and continued to follow the convoy secretly.

The two brothers followed the Xingbu chariot and horse team all the way north; that evening, the two groups of people entered "Peiyu County" one after another.

After Dashabi showed his tooth tag from Lujia Escort Agency, he entered the Peiyu County Inn smoothly.

Dashabi said to the ghost: "The name of Lujia Escort Agency is quite important. Let's stay here first."

The ghost nodded: "Well, keep an eye on those officials, we are waiting for an opportunity to do something when they are not prepared."

Although the Lujia Escort Bureau is not an organization in the imperial establishment, under the name of He Xiang, heroes from all walks of life in the world, black and white, have to give them three points of respect when they see them, and the inn is no exception.

The two of them lived opposite the door of the Xingbu official's room, and they always stared at the door and windows, waiting for opportunities to act.

Da Shabi was anxious and worried about missing the chance to save people; Guicai was also anxious but remained calm.

As night falls, the inn is quiet, with the occasional sound of horses neighing and the night wind.

Da Shabi looked solemn, thinking over and over again in his mind, and repeatedly considering countermeasures.

He knew that this operation was extremely risky, and Taoist Huanxi could not stay.

At dusk, the streets of Peiyu County were filled with faint lights. The officials, led by the eunuch Alai, walked into an antique tavern.

A young official hesitated for a moment and wanted to go in with him, but the eunuch waved his hand impatiently and sent him back to the inn because he really didn't have the time to drink.

He will guard the prison car and Taoist Huanxi at the inn.

As the night gradually deepened, the rookie official seemed a little bored and yawned from time to time. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with the task of leaving him to guard, so he didn't take it too seriously.

Da Shabi, who was lying on the roof of the stable, saw that the opportunity was rare, so he quickly advised his fellow apprentices and geniuses on the side to act quickly to avoid missing the opportunity!

"Brother, this is a rare opportunity, let's fight quickly!" Da Shabi urged eagerly.

Although Dashabi and Guicai came from the same sect, the martial arts they learned were very different. Dashabi learned to use strange weapons, and a pair of judge pens were his signature, while Guicai learned to use hidden weapons and was good at using sleeve arrows.

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Seriously speaking, ghosts are amateur assassins who occasionally take on some assassination jobs to earn some extra money. The fees depend on the value of the target and the difficulty of the task. The price starts at twenty taels and has no upper limit.

Originally, Da Shabi wanted the ghost to kill the guard with a sleeve arrow, but unexpectedly, the ghost looked troubled and shook his head slowly: "You want me to assassinate imperial prisoners! This job... I can't do it!"

"Senior brother, we have all gone this far..." Dashabi was worried and persuaded in a low voice: "If you shoot two arrows, the soldier and the prisoner will be killed together. God will not know it, and the ghost will not know it!"

The ghost still resisted resolutely, clenched his hands, and said resolutely: "No, it still can't be done!"

"Why can't I do it?" Da Shabi was confused and asked the reason.

The ghost pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "You want to buy the life of a prisoner of the imperial court for twenty-five taels? If you have a little help, you have to get a soldier! For this price...forgive me, senior brother, I can't do it!"

The ghost finally revealed the real reason. It turned out that money was the problem.

Dashabi asked anxiously: "Then tell me, what should we do now?"

The ghost said calmly: "We have to add more money!"

Da Shabi asked: "How much more do you need to pay before you are willing to take action?"

"Prisoners of the imperial court... let's say at least one hundred taels! If you join another soldier, you will have to add another one hundred taels!"

Only a ghost can calmly make an offer.

"For the sake of our fellow apprentices, you won't be able to help even with such a small favor...?"

Da Shabi took a deep breath and tried to beg his senior brother for mercy.

"It's just out of my brother's affection that I accompany you on this journey for so many days! If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have that spare time."

The ghost was unmoved, his words revealed the shrewdness of a businessman.

When the two of them were in a stalemate, Da Shabi became angry and pointed at the ghost's nose: "Okay, okay...then tonight...Junior brother, I will take care of it myself; if you don't want to help, just treat me honestly."

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The ghost still wanted to persuade him, but he didn't expect that Dashabi had already jumped from the stable roof like a tiger and silently came to the prison car.

The guard lazily leaned in front of the car and took a nap, completely unaware that the God of Death was right in front of him.

With his superb double-judge pen skills, he stabbed the guard in the neck with ease.

There was only a "squeak" sound, and the judge's pen penetrated the vital point accurately, sealing the throat with one move.

The rookie soldier's eyes widened and blood spurted out. Before he could scream, he fell to the ground and died.

Taoist Huanxi was locked in a prison car with chains, his face full of exhaustion and vicissitudes of life.

When Taoist Huanxi heard the news, his face was full of embarrassment and surprise.

His eyes lit up, and he felt lucky for himself, thinking: He Xiang really has not forgotten me and sent someone to rescue me!

He growled excitedly: "Da Sha Bi, you are here to save me, get me out quickly!"

However, to Taoist Huanxi's surprise, after Dashabi finished dealing with the rookie, he did not pay attention to him, but immediately turned around.

The Dasha Bi said nothing, and the Judge's Bi pierced Taoist Huanxi's throat again as fast as lightning.

There was a soft sound of "Pfft", and another technique was used to seal the throat. White went in and red came out, and blood spurted out, directly killing Taoist Huanxi in the prison car!

This series of actions happened so fast that Huanxi died in the prison car before he even realized what happened!

Taoist Huanxi, his face was pale, his eyes were still open, and blood flowed out, spreading all over the prison car.

There was no trace of ripples on Dashabi's cold and ruthless face, as if the two attacks just now were just a common occurrence.

At this time, Guicai was still standing on the top of the stable, looking from a distance, and was stunned by Dashabi's decisive measures.

Just when Da Shabi thought the action was secret, a small oversight still revealed his whereabouts.

A young postman in a green shirt was walking out of the post station holding an oil lamp. He was yawning and sleepy-eyed, preparing to go to the stables for a final inspection.

However, as the postman approached the prison car, through the dim light, he suddenly saw two bloody men on the ground and a big sword holding a sword.

"Ah -" the postman shouted in horror, and the oil lamp in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

This cry was extremely shocking in the silent night, and instantly woke up the entire inn.

"Killing people!" The postman's face changed drastically, his eyes widened, his mouth opened in horror, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.
To be continued...