The dark night seemed like thick ink smeared on the sky.
The shadowy thatched cottage next to it was suddenly connected to the night, like a monster lurking in the darkness, with teeth and claws.
The sound of footsteps was mixed with the sound of armor blades rustling.
Lian Zhe saw countless dark shadows surrounding him from all directions.
There was a buzz in his head, and he suddenly broke out in a hot sweat.
I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't even hear clearly what the people around me were asking anxiously.
The whole courtyard was like a mess of flies that had exploded their nest.
The guards of each family protected their master and wanted to leave elsewhere, but found that the doors everywhere had been blocked.
Lian Zhe heard the sound of his teeth chattering.
"Impossible, this is impossible." He murmured to himself.
Suddenly he was shocked and turned around to look for Manager Ding.
Manager Ding, who had previously said he would come out to investigate, was nowhere to be seen, and even his men disappeared at some point.
Lian Zhe felt as if his brain was going to explode.
He looked stiffly outside the courtyard.
In the darkness outside, a fire suddenly lit up.
Afterwards, more torches were lit and raised one after another, and countless black-armored soldiers whose faces could not be seen emerged from the darkness like sculptures.
The flames of light shone on the faces of the group of people.
At the front, stood a not-so-tall man. Half of his face was covered in scars, and he looked like an evil ghost in the flickering light of the fire.
And Manager Ding, whom he was looking for just now, was standing next to that man.
Lian Zhe looked away and saw another person. His mind suddenly exploded, his body swayed several times and he almost fell down.
The man dressed as a scribe is none other than Wang Jin.
Wang Jin's sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, but he still looked as submissive as before. He was holding his shoulders with Manager Ding, chatting happily.
They have known each other for a long time and are in the same group.
From beginning to end, it's a trap.
This realization made Lian Zhe shiver uncontrollably and his whole body became cold.
He felt like a rabbit walking into a trap, being strangled by the rope in the trap and almost suffocating.
There were some noises in the distance, and the water flow formed by the black-armored soldiers silently made way for a path.
A simple two-coil ox cart drove slowly, and the copper bell hanging on the carriage swayed gently as the cart moved forward.
As the car stopped, the curtains opened, revealing the white jade-like face of the person in the car.
Lian Zhe's chest felt tight, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth like an arrow, and he fell down the wall.
But before he could fall down, he was pulled up by one hand after another.
The people who flattered and praised him before grabbed him by the collar of his clothes, questioned him harshly, and cursed him angrily.
"Thief, you mistaken me!"
A fist enlarged in Lian Zhe's eyes. It was as soft as noodles and he couldn't avoid it. He was hit all over his face.
He looked up numbly and saw that the person who beat him was the head of the Guo family who had always called him his nephew.
This usually graceful elder looked like a madman, his beard mushy with tears.
With one person taking the lead, countless fists and kicks fell on Lian Zhe like raindrops.
Lian Zhe lay on the ground with his head in his arms, curled up.
"Quick, shout out, we are all being deceived by this evil thief and his son."
Someone loudly said: "We can negotiate any conditions, and we are willing to give them any conditions!"
More and more people were shouting, and the courtyard was noisy.
When Gongsun Yan heard the commotion there, he turned back in amusement and looked at the two people next to Zhang Zhang.
Based on the principle that it can be temporarily useless but must be used, the secrets scattered in Lingzhi City played a great role.
In this incident, the two most important instigators were indeed deployed by her.
She also didn't expect that these two people could perform so well.
He couldn't help but smile and rolled his eyes and praised: "You two did a great job, great acting skills!"
Steward Ding said humbly: "Where there is, Mrs. Yan has arranged everything well."
Wang Jin also said: "Don't dare."
Zhang Zhu came to report: "Ms. Yan, people in the courtyard are shouting that we wish you a happy discussion."
Everyone in the courtyard stretched their necks, waiting for a response from outside.
Lian Zhe got up from the ground with his face covered in blood, climbed up the wall again, and looked out.
The family rules he had been taught since childhood told him that people outside would not do anything extraordinary.
If you violate the rules that you have always acquiesced to, you will undoubtedly be excommunicated from the world.
Lian Zhe was sure that no one in the world would dare to commit such a taboo.
What worries him is what kind of price his family will have to pay.
I saw Manager Ding and Wang Jin both standing in front of the girl and saluting.
Lian Zhe felt his chest churning again and forcefully swallowed a mouthful of hot blood.
Under the firelight, the girl looked as if she was carved from white jade.
In the past, Lian Zhe had to think about how to get it.
But at this moment, he felt that the woman was like a monster in the mountains or an evil ghost in the abyss.
Beneath the beautiful skin lies a hateful monster.
He saw the girl turn around, with a relaxed expression and a smile on her face, and took a few steps forward.
Lian Zhe cleared his throat and wanted to tell the girl that they should sit down and resolve the matter decently using the family's method.
But his expectant look was solidified on his face.
He saw the girl wearing a plain white cloak, her white wrists like twigs sticking out, slowly raising them, and then waving them down.
Following this action, countless soldiers behind her received orders, and arrows tied with cloth strips were lit on torches.
"No--"
The screams broke the silence.
Fire arrows filled the sky and shot into the air, crossing an arc and falling to the ground like a shower of stars.
The beating flames formed a giant wave of fire at an unimaginable speed, drawing the running and howling creatures into it.
The flames are like red lotuses from hell, spreading their petals in the dark night.
Dots of sparks were carried by the wind and flew into the air, then fell again.
The flames burned and the beeps burned, mixed with heart-wrenching screams.
Gongsunyan lowered his eyes and put his hands into his sleeves.
She maliciously forced him with a strong attitude, wrote the script, and rehearsed this big drama. The purpose was not to negotiate with these idiots who were just like wallflowers.
