The yamen runners sent by the government were all afraid of the monsters in the mountains. Sheng Qingzhi had no big choice but to send people to block the Guanjin Pass near Siding Mountain and beware of Cheng Zhi's chance to escape. As for Siding Mountain, he could only withdraw all the yamen runners who entered the mountains first.

He Ping knew that this was the right choice. The Monkey King of Siding Mountain had a monster of three hundred years old, and it had become a climate. The lifespan of the demon race reached this level, and its spiritual intelligence gradually matured, and some magical talents would be awakened by the way.

It is not clear what kind of supernatural powers the single-horned mandrill has, but this kind of demon clan that has become a climate is not something that ordinary mortals can deal with except for practitioners who have practiced Taoism.

In fact, even if he faces the mandrill himself, he will have to spend more time, which will consume a lot of energy. If he calculates this way, it will be more costly.

"It seems that rumors have been happening all over the past few days, and this prefect Sheng is secretly adding fuel to the fire. So the intention of this prefect Sheng is easier to guess..."

He Ping thought about it and guessed the inside story. He knew that during this period, he had frequent actions in the He family's business. In addition to Sheng Jin being a traitor, there might be another reason, that is, the prefect Sheng planned to hit him.

(No, the person surnamed Sheng is also suspicious of me. If Cheng Zhi wants to enter Sui'an City to assassinate someone, someone will inevitably respond in secret in the city. This man is so crazy that he will inevitably not catch some clues...)

An alarm bell rang in his heart immediately.

If Sheng Qingzhi really targets him, it is a bad signal. If this is a legal society, you will naturally have to talk about evidence and procedures when encountering such a thing...

However, the Dayou Dynasty is a typical feudal dynasty. It is the same as the ancient dynasties on earth. The name of official is two mouths, so why should you spit out your bones when you eat people?

A local emperor like Sheng Qingzhi, who is in the Sui'an City, may not tell you any court laws.

In other words, the prefect does not need to have any clear evidence for the death of his son Sheng Qinghong, as long as he has doubts, it is enough.

This trace of suspicion was enough to make him think and destroy the entire He family.

(The premise is that I, the head of the He family, are the son of an ordinary merchant, not the descendant of the Immortal Puppet Sect...)

He Ping knew this very well.

At this moment, a servant outside the door hurriedly walked in.

"Big Master, someone has come from the government office and says he wants to meet you, Master."

"Where are the distinguished guests from the government office?"

He Ping asked hurriedly.

"Waiting in the outer hall..."

As soon as the servant finished speaking, a voice came from behind him without any politeness.

"No more, you are He Sheng, the eldest son of the He family. I was sent by the prefect Sheng."

Suddenly, two figures emerged behind the servant, one after another and one after another, and walked into the threshold.

The corners of He Ping's eyes twitched slightly. As soon as these two figures entered the door, they felt a chilling terror in the hall.

Two figures walking through the door of the flower hall reflect the metallic luster.

Yes, it's metal. The two of them are dressed in the same outfits, both with helmets and armor, with black armor all over their bodies, and with a knife on their waists, emitting a cold and solemn aura all over their bodies.

"Who are the two?"

There was no expression on He Ping's face, but there was a hint of displeasure in his heart. It was because the two of them broke in without waiting for the owner to inform them. They were really rude.

"You are He Ping."

The man in the head was wearing a beast-headed trousered trouser, with a purple-tangled face, a well-decorated trousered trousers, and he was not angry and powerful.

This man and another companion were covered with armor and stomach. Every time they took a step, there was a "squeak" metal sound when the armor was moving.

The two of them didn't respect each other when they walked in. The Zi Tang, who was in charge, looked at He Ping with a slight scrutiny.

"I'm here to find you by Lord Prefect, do you know what it is for?"

The man's voice was low and squishy, ​​like a rock matte.

"I don't know."

He Ping could see the man's arrogance and rudeness. He stood up from the chair and bowed.

"The two were sent by the prefect. If you have any important matters, just give me some instructions!"

He Ping's posture was very low at this time and his tone was gentle, but he was puzzled in his heart. The armor and stomachs of these two people who broke into the He Mansion without authorization were not as good as the military standard. Is it really strange? I don't know why they were wearing armor and stomachs, but they were not private soldiers raised by the prefect's fist...?

He secretly glanced at the armor stomachs on the two men's bodies. This armor stomach seemed to be made of a black and shiny metal piece. The black iron armor pieces that form the armor stomach were densely engraved with complex patterns, giving people a strong sense of unity, and it was like one on the top and bottom, which should be some unknown rune, vaguely flowing with light.

"Is this the legendary 'tale armor' of Taoist sect? It's also true that you can feel the aura of magic... The ordinary black iron step armor is extremely heavy. If you wear such heavy armor on your body, how can you lift it so lightly? It should be that you cast a spell to reduce the weight of your armor stomach."

He Ping immediately understood that the origins of these two people were probably not simple.

"Oh, you are a smart person, and you can save me more effort."

The man looked him up and down, and saw that He Ping was making a very low posture, so he could only give up some of his original plans. He snorted coldly.

"Listen, the prefect knows that you, the eldest young master of the He family, intends to remove the mandrills from Siding Mountain and open up the southbound trade route. This time I will give you a chance. You should quickly gather the men of "Suppressing the Mountain and Eliminating the Mandrills" and come out with us."

"Suppress the mountains and remove the elbows?"

He Pingyang pretended to be stunned.

"It turned out to be this matter, but the preparations have not been completed yet. Whether it can be granted a few days, I will discuss with Feiyumen and Changfeng Club, and then talk about it..."

"Enough."

Zi Tang waved his hand on his face and cut off his words.

"At most, you will be given one day. Tomorrow, the government office will go to Siding Mountain, and the people on your side must also follow..."

"this?"

He Ping showed a thoughtful face, and after a moment, he whispered: "My He family should do their best."

"It's not about doing your best, it's about doing your best, and there must be no mistakes."

Zi Tang sneered on her face.

"You can't refuse this matter. Prefect Sheng said that if something goes wrong, your He family will no longer have to do business in Sui'an City in the future. They will pack up and get out of here."

After saying that, Zi Tang turned around and left with her companions, leaving the door of the reception room.

"Young Master?"

After the two left, He Fusheng took a step forward.

"What exactly does this prefect want to do?"

"Don't know."

He Ping smiled coldly, and his disguise was gone, his sharp eyes were as sharp as a sharp light.

"This man is very cunning and sly. He may be suspicious of me, or he wants to use me and hit me... Otherwise, he would have joined forces with He Jin long ago to help my uncle take my home head position. Haha, no matter which one it is, it will be very unfavorable to us."

"Then what are we going to do?"

He Fusheng asked.

"The plan remains unchanged, just advance."

He Ping had already made up his mind that the original arrangement needed to be advanced.

In fact, his previous calculations were very secret, but the implementation process was a bit twists and turns and lacked some time. He just went to Siding Mountain to remove the elbow. In his own planning, the "force" of the prefect Sheng gave him a more suitable wedge.

(To be honest, this is like adding a fire and adding oil to me. Now, taking advantage of this momentum to do this matter in advance, there is nothing wrong with it...)

"At most, just arrange some of the original arrangements in advance."
Chapter completed!