Wang Mi was slightly startled by the divine fortune teller's determined look.
Although he could predict that the fortune teller could figure out his identity, he didn't expect that he could see it so accurately.
What should I do?
The situation in Xiangyang City is treacherous, with forces from all sides mixed together. This divine fortune teller is not just an ordinary fortune teller.
Could he be a spy placed here by Di Qin deliberately to monitor the situation in the city?
Or maybe there is a deeper background?
The next answer was so important that Wang Mi hesitated for a moment unconsciously.
The fortune teller in front of him could not open his eyes, and the bruises around them were still there, but Wang Mi could still see that his eyes were sincere.
Otherwise, give him a chance.
"What's your business?"
"Just say it."
Neither admitting nor denying, the fortune teller expressed his approval, reached into his arms and groped for a while, and then took out something.
"This is?"
When Wang Miden saw that thing, he was stunned.
It has a square shape, and the dough is specially pasted with brown cardboard, making it airtight on all sides.
The dough rises slightly, and you can tell at a glance that there must be several pages inside the cardboard.
Wang Mi is very familiar with this thing.
Isn’t this just a letter?
"Is this...a letter?"
"Why not seal it in a bamboo tube?"
Wang Mi has received letters several times since he came to Jin Dynasty, and each time they were delivered in a bamboo tube sealed with rice paste.
Sealing with paper, this advanced sealing method has never been seen before.
"Isn't this convenient to carry?" The fortune teller answered simply and neatly, and Wang Mi immediately raised his thumb.
A good choice and worth promoting.
The letter was held in the hands of the fortune teller, but he still refused to hand it over to Wang Mi.
"Since you are from Fort Victory, do you know Police Officer Shen and Join the Army?"
who?
Lao Shen?
"Of course I know you!"
Why ask him?
Wang Mi smelled an unusual smell.
"It's good to know each other."
"Give this to him. Remember, you must hand it to him personally."
"Here is the news you need most."
The hard paper shell was finally handed into Wang Mi's hands. Wang Mi was shocked: This was actually given to Lao Shen!
It's still a letter, could it be...
His mind suddenly flashed through the pages of police Shen's hands that day, the beautiful handwriting, and the detailed news in Xiangyang City.
He seemed to understand.
"Don't worry, I will definitely do it." Wang Mi cupped his hands, his expression suddenly serious.
Wang Mi hesitated for a while, looked at the injuries all over the divine fortune teller, and then said, "You won't follow us out of the city?"
"With all due respect, it is too dangerous for you to stay in Xiangyang City!"
Unknowingly, there was a hint of concern in Wang Mi's eyes, and the fortune teller frowned.
What's going on with this guy?
Why did the attitude suddenly change?
The voice she spoke was low and soft, as if she was specifically trying to accommodate him.
"I can't leave, I still have a lot of important things to do in the city!"
"Give this thing to Shen Canjun. He will know who I am at a glance. No need to say more."
It seems that he is unwilling to reveal his true identity.
Whatever!
They didn't reveal their true identity to him, so why should they be harsh on him?
"Then let's say goodbye here!"
Wang Mi glanced at him, and Liu Yu and Tan Pingzhi quickly came forward.
Several people held hands, which was regarded as their respective farewells.
After all, Xiangyang City is a place of right and wrong. The few heroes did not dare to stay longer and left quickly. Looking at their strong backs, the fortune teller leaned against the mud wall in exhaustion.
Today's choice is still a big risk.
If it weren't for the fact that the guards in Xiangyang City weren't getting tighter and tighter now, making it difficult to sneak out of the city, the fortune teller would never have chosen this method.
If by any chance, they are also Di Qin's swindlers, all his hard work for many days will be in vain.
Not only him, but also the people in Victory Fort, the people from Beifu who arrived at Victory Fort in advance, and even the Jin Dynasty's plan to seize Xiangyang will all come to nothing.
May God have mercy on you!
…………
But on the other side, General Murong Chong, who had just been beaten by a woman that day, staggered into the military camp again that day.
Along the way, the soldiers and clerks passing by all gave me strange looks.
"How is this going?"
"Been beaten again?"
"What do you mean?" Xiaobing was puzzled.
"Don't you see it?"
"General Murong was beaten back yesterday! His face is still red and swollen!"
It is better to be beaten by women. No matter how many of them there are and how angry they are, their attacks will be much lighter.
So much so that yesterday Murong Chong also entered the door dejectedly, but not many people noticed that he had been beaten.
But today is different.
Both Tan Pingzhi and Liu Yu were first-rate masters of group fighting, and their attacks were always accurate and ruthless. Even if they reduced their strength a little, they still hit Murong Chong with wounds all over his body.
This time, I couldn't hide it anymore.
"Don't you dare talk any more!"
"Kill you!"
Although Murong Chong became a frustrated ball, his thugs and followers became more confident.
It's not enough to beat outsiders, but it's more than enough to beat one's own!
They each copied the guys and rushed over. After a while, they pushed a few talkative soldiers aside.
Why!
I really can’t take this breath!
Murong Chong covered his face, those gossips pouring into his ears, making him even more sad.
such a pity!
What can he do?
By the way, how could the farmer from Victory Fort know the secrets of Di Qin's palace in such detail?
Not to mention Xiangyang City, even in Di Qin’s military camp, many people don’t know about this matter!
How did they know?
This man is so unlucky that even the gods can't stop him. He can't even swallow a mouthful of cold water without having his teeth jammed.
"How dare you come back!"
The door creaked loudly, and Murong Chong could not stand upright yet. As soon as he raised his eyes, his mind was immediately confused.
"Ah...Ah Liudun."
"Why are you here?"
As soon as he saw the scar that ran through Murong Chui, Murong Chong's soles became weak and his legs trembled.
He stuttered when he spoke.
Although the two were uncles and nephews, when Murong Chong saw Murong Chui, he felt like he was seeing the living king of hell.
Putting everything else aside for the moment, it is true to close the door tightly first.
This kind of embarrassing thing cannot be heard by outsiders, otherwise he will really lose his face!
"Chong'er, if I haven't taken care of you for a few days, you are really becoming more and more promising!"
"I heard that you came back after being beaten yesterday."
"how?"
"Were you beaten again today?"
Murong Chui's eyes looking up and down were particularly dazzling. If there was a hole in this room, Murong Chong would definitely be the first to get in.
"I wasn't beaten, I was thrown!"
"It fell!"
A manly man can't tell the truth even if he's beaten to death!
Murong Chong lost his face and started making up lies all over the place.
"There have been too many pitfalls in this city recently. I fell several times as soon as I left the military camp."
He crossed his arms, bared his teeth and yelled, trying his best to look more realistic.
However, the injuries on his body were not the same as those caused by the fall, and Murong Chui, with his sharp eyes, did not intend to cooperate.
"Stop pretending." Murong Chui stood up, took steps, and circled around Murong Chong.
"I know everything you did in the city these past two days."
"I reminded you that day and asked you to focus on rectifying military affairs, but you didn't listen. How about that?"
"I've been looking for several beatings!"
As soon as Murong Chui opened his mouth, he knew that he had no sympathy for Murong Chong.
When Murong Chong heard this, he became furious.
What does it mean?
Could it be that he was mocking him for not being a man?