Watching Yang Zheng and others leave, Obsidian Hua fell into deep thought.

Several upper-class figures from the Obsidian family gathered next to him, and one of the young men asked, "Uncle, what do you think of the lord?"

Obsidian Hua pondered: "It seems different from those lords before. They have a very strong aristocratic temperament. I have never seen such a humble lord. It is said that if we were to entertain today, if we were aristocrat, I might offend him, but I couldn't see any displeasure in his face. Moreover, he was also very nice to the children, and even gave gifts to Kelly and Shuofeng."

"Would it be pretending to reduce our vigilance?" another man with gray hair and older hair said suspiciously.

"Not like," Obsidian Hua turned his head and looked at his wife: "Maria, you women are more careful, what do you think of him?"

Maria tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"He's a good guy."

Seeing his wife say this, Obsidian Hua's eyebrows relaxed and stopped talking.

Yang Zheng stayed in Decland for one day. Compared with the Jiaolan Mine, the protection work of the Decland Mine is obviously much better.

The mine was not dug deep. The Obsidian family brought more than 500 miners to work on the mountain, and Yang Zheng also had 150 personal guards responsible for Declan's safety. Generally speaking, as long as there were no major thieves, Declan's mine veins could still be guaranteed for safety.

Yang Zheng stood on the deck, looking at the Decland mine veins that were gradually moving away, and was also thinking about what he saw and heard this day.

As we saw this day, although Declan's overall power was not as strong as Jiao Lan's group of people, the Obsidians' group of vampires were obviously not the ones who were Jiao Lan. They merged with the civilians and did not make a living by exploiting civilians. On the contrary, Jiao Lan's group of people is powerful, but their prestige among the people is far less than that of the Obsidians' family.

This made Yang Zheng think about the deeper content.

Is the Obsidian family really the kind of selfless and selfless pillar of the country and the people?

There is indeed not only the greedy people in this world.

There are indeed some people who really think about the people, and even if they are pitifully rare, they will never be without them.

We must believe that there is not only darkness in human nature.

There is indeed a beautiful side.

Yang Zheng felt that everything the Obsidian family did was admirable.

They are fair and selfless, leading the civilians to survive in troubled times.

Yang Zheng even felt that if Wigolan was not a mess now and had the Obsidian family lead in peaceful times, it might have done much better than himself.

Because Yang Zheng felt that although he had the potential of a politician, he did not have the temperament of a leader after all.

The unruly elements in his own personality and the boiling factors that are unwilling to be lonely make it impossible for him to give up some private things for the country and the people like a leader.

Hum.

Obsidian Hua!

Yang Zheng quietly recited this person in his heart and had already remembered it.

Now what Yang Zheng wants to go to is the last stop, Sipanshui Mining Veins.

In the introduction of Blood Wolf, one hundred soldiers were assigned to the Jiaolan vein, one hundred and fifty soldiers were assigned to the Declan vein, and two hundred and fifty soldiers were assigned to the Sipanshui.

Judging from the proportion of soldiers' allocation.

Yang Zheng had already vaguely felt that Sipanshui... was probably the most restless mineral vein.

The information reported by the Blood Wolf did verify Yang Zheng’s speculation.

Sipanshui is close to the border and the terrain is dangerous because it is independent among the mountains, and there are no large towns nearby, and even small villages.

Any force who wants to enter Sipanshui is blocked by the dangerous terrain and complex forms.

Gradually, Sipanshui developed into a chaotic area.

All the people wanted to get a piece of the pie in Sipan, but they fought hard, but no one could do anything to anyone.

And the official forces do not even think of occupying this place.

First of all, the lords had too few private soldiers. The previous lords wanted to control Sipanshui several times, but were consumed by all kinds of monsters and monsters, which directly led to them losing protection and being killed later. The situation of Sipanshui was reported several times, but it stopped in Juma Province. The so-called bandit suppression was dealt with by several times.

Nowadays, this place is getting more and more messy.

As I was thinking, there was already a mist in front of me, and the huge and vigorous mountain vaguely revealed in the mist condensed like a giant beast.

The boatman shouted: "Sir, you will enter the Sipanshui realm next, you should enter the cabin."

Yang Zheng nodded slightly, but his steps did not move, staring at the increasingly thicker fog around him.

Four plates of bad water, gods and ghosts give in.

This is a proverb circulating among the people.

Although it is not that scary, it is enough to make people full of vigilance.

After entering the Sipanshui, the fog is thick and the water is breathing rapidly. What is most worrying is the elusive reefs, and if you are not careful, the ship may be destroyed.

Unlike the other two mineral veins, even in the three-year flooding, Sipanshui is surrounded by water all year round. This is such a place, which makes it difficult for the official to take root here. Along the way, under the control of experienced boatmen, the six-masted boat travels through the river like a flexible fish. Sometimes Yang Zheng could see the dark reef under the water at a place less than three feet away, which was really dangerous.

There are mountains on all sides, with thousands of brisk battles, and they continue to stretch out, reminding Yang Zheng of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.

But there is absolutely no comfort in "the sound of apes on both sides of the straits cannot stop crying".

The four plates of water were quiet and a little quiet and terrifyingly quiet except for the sound of the water flow hitting the reefs.

In the mist, the cliffs that are as high as thousands of feet high have an unspeakable sense of oppression.

The six-masted ship where Yang Zheng was located was getting deeper and deeper, and after passing through a narrow valley, it opened up like a trumpet in front.

Before the boatman could cheer, he celebrated that he had traveled through the Death Canyon again.

I heard a faint voice coming from the front.

After passing this canyon, although the fog is there, it is flowing. The faint mist has greatly increased.

I saw a lot of black spots in the white fog ahead.

The boatman only glanced at it and his face turned pale. He was definitely a hundred times more nervous than when he crossed the Death Canyon just now. He tried hard to slow down the boat and said, "Big... Sir, the water thief."

Yang Zheng saw suspicious movements ahead earlier than the boatman.

He took a few steps forward, waved his hand, and lowered his voice: "Don't be nervous, they may not notice us, let's lean on the side first."

As Yang Zheng looked at him, the boatman felt an unprecedented confidence, as if the water thief was not as terrible as he imagined. This strange feeling made him excited, and he flexibly controlled the ship toward the cliff. He had no idea that he had been influenced by Yang Zheng's psychic technique.

At the same time, Blood Wolf stood on the deck with ten personal guards in full arms.

There is no fear in them, even if the water thieves ahead may be dozens of times the number of them.

In the vague fog, the black dots are sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, and the sound is sometimes far and sometimes close.

Yang Zheng knew that this was due to the influence of the flow of fog.

Now he doesn't want to alarm anyone, and it is unwise to fight against the water thief head-on with their hands.

The boatman almost exerted his usual strength by 200% to control the six-masted ship to march less than five meters away from the cliff.

In this way, everyone still begs for God's protection.

Because a piece of cliff in front of him was protruding, the boatman could only let the six-masted ship row outwards.

Sweat was oozing from everyone's faces, including Yang Zheng holding the knife on his waist. This was really a juncture of life and death. The six-masted ship was in danger and circled a curve on the protruding cliff wall. Just as the ship was about to pass by those fleets of water pirate ships, everyone couldn't help but sigh that they were lucky.

A subtle sound of friction fell into Yang Zheng's ears.

His pupils immediately contracted.

I quickly looked up and it was too late.

Then he heard a "thump" sound, and the mast rubbed against the cliff before leaving, bringing a small piece of gravel.

In this silent environment, the sound of stones falling into the water is obviously so harsh.

As the wind blew, the confused mist in the distance quietly faded away.

Yang Zheng looked at it almost at the same time, and on the countless black dots, his greedy eyes emitted a spying light like a wolf.

His heart was raised, and then he relaxed, and an indescribable sense of relaxation suddenly penetrated his whole body.

Thirty-six thousand pores are all open, and strange evil spirits are oozing out.

He stared at the black spots that broke through the waves coldly, and the harsh shouts of noise and shouting, and said to the boatman who was already sweating all over, "If you want to survive, hurry up and row the boat. We still have a glimmer of life when we get on land."

Then he said to the Blood Wolf: "You are here, ready to fight back at any time, pay attention to protecting the boatman, this group of fish will definitely shoot arrows."

Blood Wolf heard the meaning of Yang Zheng's words and said a little surprised: "Sir, where are you?"

The smile on the corner of Yang Zheng's mouth became even stronger, revealing his snow-white teeth that were almost solid. He let go and loosen his feet, and he did a few warm-up moves.

"As for me, of course I'll meet them when I go into the water... You guys stay here, this is an order."

After saying the last sentence, Yang Zheng had already slid into the water like a fish.

The cold and slightly pissed river water immediately wrapped around his whole body. Yang Zheng kicked the side of the boat, broke through the river under the water, and lost his trace in a blink of an eye.

The six-mast ship fled desperately in front, and thirty-two pirate ships shouted and chased after them.

A water pirate flag with a purple skeleton was drawn to roam in the wind.

"Six-masted ship, one, damn, fat fish, hahaha..." The fat man standing on a four-masted ship, cracked his bloody mouth, put down a small monocular telescope, and smiled wildly.

Ships on the Blue Wind Continent are generally divided by the number of masts.
To be continued...