"You bastard! You actually killed Gou Wa!" A man roared angrily, picked up the knife on the ground, and slashed at Feng Zimo.

Feng Zimo raised his sword to hold it, then turned his hand and pressed the sword under the sword, saying: "Calm down, it wasn't me."

"Who are you? I just saw you sheathing your sword."

"That's because he went crazy, and I had to fight back in order to protect myself. If you don't believe it, you can go and see if the wounds on his body are fatal?" Feng Zimo was a little helpless, why are these people so impulsive? Just look at it.

Things to figure out.

However, the man couldn't listen to Feng Zimo's words at this time. He roared, took away Feng Zimo's sword, and struck him with another sword. Feng Zimo had no choice but to dodge in all directions.

Not only the man, but several other caravan members also walked towards Feng Zimo with angry faces.

When Huo Qiushi saw this, she immediately stood in front of them, drew her sword, and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Stop it!" At this time, Zhang Wanmeng finally came down from the second floor, preventing further conflicts.

"Master, this kid killed Gou Wa! I want to avenge him!"

Zhang Wanmeng ignored the man, but walked to Gou Wa's body, inspected it carefully, and said: "He didn't kill him."

"How can this be?"

"I told you a long time ago that it's not me. Please use your head first when you encounter trouble next time. Qiu Shi, let's go out to eat." Feng Zimo said and turned around to walk outside the inn. Huo Qiushi followed immediately. Even though

This matter has nothing to do with them, and they are not in the mood to eat in the inn.

"Master, what should I do now? Do you want to follow me?" A tall man approached Zhang Wanmeng and asked.

"It's not necessary yet. It doesn't look like they did it at the moment. By the way, do you know the cause of Gouwa's death?"

"It can't be seen. Except for a wound on the right wrist, the rest of the body is intact, and there is no sign of poisoning."

"Does Gouwa's share still belong to him?"

"Here." The tall man handed a small piece of sheepskin to Zhang Wanmeng.

Zhang Wanmeng pondered for a moment and said: "Let me tell you, you must be more careful next time and sleep alone at night. We have been watched."

"yes."

…

"That's what happened." The waiter stood behind Lie Yu and told him what happened on the first floor just now.

Lie Yu turned over a page of the book in his hand and said: "I originally wanted to add some fuel to their fire, but I didn't expect that the fire was a little too much, and by some strange combination of circumstances, Young Master Long was involved. In this case, we must make good use of it.

." A strange smile appeared at the corner of Lie Yu's mouth.

"Brother Zimo, what do you think is going on?" Huo Qiushi took a bite of the duck leg in her hand and asked.

"It looks like he was poisoned, but it's a bit different. I care about that caravan more than this."

"Indeed, one person was killed by a man in black who didn't know where he came from last night, and another one went crazy and died today. Their reactions were a bit strange, one was filled with indignation, and the other was indifferent. These two things seemed to be different.

It’s not a coincidence, but who would target a caravan like this?”

"No matter who wants to target them, it has nothing to do with us. It's best to stay out of other people's business to avoid getting into trouble."

"That's right. We are not related to them, so we should stay away from them and don't get involved in their affairs."

After the meal, the two left the restaurant and prepared to go back to the inn to rest.

At this time, a young woman appeared in front of the two of them. She looked young, about twenty years old. She was wearing tattered clothes and had many scars left by whips. She looked very...

He was so panicked that he had to look back every two steps.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing Qin clothes appeared in front of the woman, slapped him to the ground, and said: "How dare you run away, a lowly slave!"

The woman got up, knelt down and kowtowed to the middle-aged man: "Master, I don't dare anymore! Please let me go!"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Let you go? That's a good idea!"

After saying that, the man kicked the woman to the ground, then waved the whip in his hand and hit the woman repeatedly.

The woman kept shouting for help, but most of the barbarians passing by turned a blind eye to this scene, as if it was a normal thing. As for the people of the old Jin Dynasty, they dared to be angry and dare not speak out.

The middle-aged man swung the whip again, but this time the whip did not come down. This was not because of his conscience, but because someone grabbed the whip.

It was Feng Zimo who took action. He looked at the middle-aged man with a cold look on his face. Although he didn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble, he was not the kind of person who would refuse to save anyone.

Huo Qiushi came to the woman's side: "Are you okay?"

"You bastard! You were meddling in your own business, otherwise I'd beat you too!" The middle-aged man tugged on the whip, trying to take it back from Feng Zimo's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, the whip wouldn't move at all.

Feng Zimo looked coldly at the middle-aged man who was wasting his efforts without saying a word. Suddenly he let go of his hand holding the whip, and the middle-aged man fell heavily to the ground.

The people from the old Jin Dynasty who were watching the excitement all showed gloating smiles.

At this time, the woman was lying in Huo Qiushi's arms, already dying. The woman's body was already weak, but the middle-aged man's whip just now had no idea how hard it was, and the woman was beaten to nothing.

Another breath.

"Why do you hit people?" Feng Zimo asked expressionlessly.

The middle-aged man got up and said, "This bitch dares to run away. Shouldn't I be beaten? Besides, what does it have to do with you to teach my slave a lesson?"

Feng Zimo didn't waste any time, just took out a piece of silver and threw it to him, saying: "From now on, she is no longer your slave, get out."

The middle-aged man glanced at the dying woman, bit the silver in his hand, snorted coldly, and turned around to leave.

Feng Zimo looked at his back with cold eyes. He who always hated barbarians became even more disgusted after this incident. These foreigners did not regard the old Jin people as human beings at all. In their eyes, the old Jin people were no different from livestock.

"What's wrong with you? Don't sleep!"

Huo Qiushi's voice brought Feng Zimo back from his thoughts. At this time, the woman's eyes were closed tightly and her face was pale, but her expression was particularly relaxed.

Feng Zimo quickly squatted down and reached out to explore her nose, and his mood suddenly became extremely heavy.

"It's hopeless."
Chapter completed!