"Hush! Don't scream, this dagger has been boiled in golden juice. Just a small cut can cause a person to suffer from blood poisoning and die from pain!"
Zhang Zhao quickly took out a short gray-black knife from the mahogany box and said to Cao Yanming, who was about to call someone.
‘Ugh...!’ Cao Yanming, who had just started to shout, quickly covered his mouth with both hands.
Gold juice is human and animal feces. In ancient times, people liked to use this stuff to add some virus damage to weapons. In fact, it increased the chance of tetanus and sepsis infection.
It sounds like nothing, but these diseases were absolutely incurable in ancient times!
And suffering from tetanus and sepsis is far more painful than being stabbed to death. Cao Shishi and Cao Yanming naturally know how terrible these two things are.
"Call me, cousin, come and listen!" Zhang Zhao's lips revealed an evil smile.
"Ah! Ah?" Cao Yanming was dumbfounded. What kind of trick was this? Holding a short knife boiled in gold juice and pointing it at him just to hear him call him cousin? What kind of thief are you?
"Hurry up! What are you waiting for? Madam Suo Shi is your grandmother? If you are told to scream, just scream!"
Cao Yanming's father, Cao Yuande, is Cao Yijin's eldest son, and his mother is Zhang Zhao's cousin Suo Shi. Calculating, Cao Yuande is Zhang Zhao's real cousin, so unlike Cao Sanniang, Cao Yanming is really called Cao Shishi.
Call him cousin.
"You are Zhang Erlang! You are Zhang Erlang!" Cao Yanming came to his senses. He pointed at Zhang Zhao and exclaimed in a low voice.
"That's not polite! Did you call Zhang Erlang? Call your cousin and come and listen!"
Zhang Zhao gently patted Cao Yanming's head with his hand, just like an elder doting on a junior, but Cao Yanming was only a little more than one year younger than him.
"You're so tough!" Looking at Cao Yanming's unhappy face, Zhang Zhao put the short knife against Cao Yanming's neck.
"Would you like my cousin to leave you some souvenirs?"
"Second cousin!" The cold dagger slashed across his neck. Cao Yanming suddenly felt like he was dying, and had to call out "Second cousin" with a constipated face.
"Don't pretend to be dead! Get up quickly, I have something to say!" Seeing that Cao Yanming's psychological defense was slightly broken, Zhang Zhao kicked the sole of the scribe next to him.
Mader, her eyes turned white and her body bent into a shrimp shape. She looked pretty good, but her breathing was a bit short.
"Erlangjun is a good trick! It seems that what those people in Qixiaohu Village said is true. It was really you who killed Ge Du!"
The scribe jumped up from the ground with a whoosh. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face as he pretended to be dead and was discovered. He was also a shameless guy.
"What are you doing, Mr. Erlang? I think you kidnapped the third wife, right? You still dare to come here now. If Mr. 14 makes a mistake, Princess Yuchi and Mrs. Song will not be able to protect you!"
"Stop talking nonsense, go out and move the guards at the door. I want to catch up with my nephew!" Zhang Zhao ignored the scribe's words and went around behind Cao Yanming to control him.
"My dear nephew, I just want to make a deal with my brother Yuande. If you are obedient, I guarantee that you will be fine. If you don't cooperate, I tell you, cousin, my brain is not very good. If I do anything else, then I will
It hurts the harmony between relatives!"
"What kind of place does Mr. Erlang think of this place? There are three hundred elite knights outside. If you are allowed to kidnap Shirojiro out casually, what do you want us to do? Believe it or not, I will give you a loud shout now and you will be decapitated immediately.
!" The scribe rolled his eyes and threatened in a low voice.
Humph! Zhang Zhao looked at the scribe's guilty and angry look and sneered, "My good nephew, you have to remember that if something happens to you later, it will definitely be caused by this person.
Because it wasn’t him who had the dagger pressed against his neck, and he couldn’t save you. It was my cruel cousin, and if he could save you, then he had done a great job. Such a bad person is the most untrustworthy!”
Feeling the cold touch on his neck, he wondered if the dagger had cut through his skin, and whether he was about to suffer from hematuria. Cao Yanming, who had not been through many storms, felt goosebumps all over his body, and he was also frightened.
Extreme.
"Yang Kongmu, save me! Save me!" The voice has begun to tremble.
"Don't be afraid, Shiro Fourteen. He doesn't dare to do anything, because if he hurts you, he, Zhang Erlang, will also be hacked to death!" The scribe continued to speak harshly.
"Yang Kongmu, right? Do you know what it means for a person who has been practicing Buddhism for more than ten years to suddenly change his temperament and kill Ge Du?"
Before Yang Kongmu could answer, Zhang Zhao asked and answered again: "This means that my brain is no longer working well. It means that I would rather die than be raised like a pig or a sheep.
I’ll just give you a few dozen. If you don’t agree, we’ll kill you. Don’t worry, I’ll have enough time to stab you two to death before the guards outside come in!”
Yang Kongmu stared at Zhang Zhao for a long time, and his expression became serious only after he realized that Zhang Zhao really didn't seem to be telling lies.
"Zhang Erlangjun, what do you want to do?"
"What don't you want to do? But I can't stay in Dunhuang country any longer. If my brother Yuande is willing to give me some convenience, Zhang Zhao wants to go west to join my uncle, Emperor Yuchi of the Khotan Kingdom.
The hundreds of people in the village you brought back need to be pardoned so that they can live!"
Zhang Zhao expressed his opinion lightly. He said it lightly that he deliberately left hundreds of people in the village behind, just to let Yang Kongmu know that his biggest wish was to go to Khotan.
"Then you can let go of Shiro Shiro. The conditions are not harsh. I think Yuan Degong will definitely agree!" Yang Kongmu pretended to think for a while and immediately expressed his agreement.
"Fuck you, are you treating me like a three-year-old child?" Zhang Zhao was so angry that he said, "Ma Yaozi!" Zhang Zhao tilted his head towards Ma Yaozi.
Ma Yaozi, who had calmed down, raised his fist as big as a casserole and hit Yang Kongmu on the stomach. The blow only made him bend like a shrimp.
"I will give you half a cup of tea, and move everyone to the left side of Zhuangzi. If you don't come after half a cup of tea, I will give Cao Shishi a knife. I think he can understand who made him lose his life."
Guaranteed!"
A few minutes later, Zhang Zhao took Cao Yanming hostage and walked to the sweet spring on the right side of Zhuangzi. Yang Kongmu did not dare to cause trouble, but he was not very honest either. Colonel Kang of the Yue Cavalry Regiment brought a dozen guards with his sword out of its sheath.
I followed him with my arrow on the string.
But just when they were about to find an opportunity to rob someone, a burst of dust rose across the sweet spring water, and dozens of elite knights appeared. Zhang Zhao whistled, and arrows were shot like locusts at a dozen Yueqi, including Colonel Kang and others.
People can only run away quickly.
"Ma Yaozi! Yang Kongmu is still not honest! Leave him a souvenir!" A small boat rowed over from the opposite side. Zhang Zhao stepped back on the boat and shouted at Ma Yaozi.
Ma Yaozi, whose face was completely black and unable to get off the pirate ship, could only step forward with a cold face and stabbed Yang Kongmu in the shoulder. He knew that he was finished now and had been tricked by Zhang Erlang.<