659 The guerrilla general of the Tianshu Army? That's it?
"If you offend our master, I'll beat you lightly!" Lu An pressed his fingers on the handle of the sword, smiling evilly and coldly.
"It's very noisy." In the carriage, a voice as melodious as old wine slowly spoke: "Shut him up."
"Okay." Lu An licked his lips, unsheathed the soul-locking sword in his hand, and walked towards the black-faced man.
"What are you going to do?" Fear overshadowed anger, and the black-faced man subconsciously wanted to escape.
Lu An didn't give him a chance, and reached out to grab his collar: "Our master thought you were noisy, so he cut out your tongue to make you quiet."
The man was horrified: "I am a guerrilla general of the Tianshu Army, how dare you?"
Lu An smiled and said: "I have no tongue, what are you going to complain about?"
The cold sword edge touched the man's cheek, and the man rolled his eyes in fright and fainted.
"Guerrilla general of the Tianshu Army?" Lu An curled his lips and felt bored: "That's it?"
"Master Lin, be quiet." He approached the carriage: "Are you still waiting?"
"Break the door." The man in the car said in a gloomy voice, each word tumbling out of a sea of blood.
"Okay."
Lu An turned around, his eyes glowing with excitement. He waved his arm vigorously, and several figures flew out like the wind following his command.
Ying Yi took the lead and rushed to the city.
Silver light flashed in his hand, and the sharp claws of the soul-locking hook penetrated deeply into the city wall. He spun up and climbed up the city wall with the power of the soul-locking hook.
The speed was astonishing, and he climbed over the wall in the blink of an eye.
Bang, bang!
The dull and decaying atmosphere rushed towards me, and the door of Kuizhou Mansion, which had been closed for several days, opened.
Lu An squinted his eyes and smiled happily: "Master Lin, look at it, you are really good at training us. We ghost guards have their own talents, and attacking cities and territories is like searching for treasures."
"It's just that the soldiers of Kuizhou Prefecture have been sick and weak for a long time and are not worthy of boasting. Enter the city!"
Being poured cold water on the head by Dame Lin, Lu An felt discouraged.
The plague is rampant in Kuizhou, and the army and people are weak and unable to defend themselves against the enemy. He understands this, so what?
Isn’t it because the ghost guards are so powerful?
It is said that Qingyang City and King Rouran have been confronting each other outside the south city for many days, but no one has been able to enter the city. But they came in. This is their skill!
Lu An smacked his lips: "We ghost guards are still more powerful!"
That's it, no explanation.
Lin Zhiduan sat in the carriage and had a panoramic view of the situation in Kuizhou Mansion through the gap in the window.
It's desolate and depressing. There's not a single human being left.
Without seeing it with their own eyes, who would have thought that this place was a bustling town just a few days ago?
The prosperous city of Kuizhou has become a thing of yesterday, and now Kuizhou is like a dead city.
"Master Lin." Lu An pinched a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose tightly: "Please close the window sash quickly, the smell of Kuizhou Mansion is very bad."
"It doesn't matter." Lin Chu said slowly: "Go to the government office."
"Mansion office?" Lu An was stunned: "Why don't you go to the ancestral home first and take a look?"
Kuizhou Prefecture is the birthplace of the Lin family, and the Lin family has been a prominent family in Kuizhou since ancient times.
After Hua Ling's last wedding, Lin Laosan's family's vitality was severely damaged, and Mrs. Song took her favorite youngest son and his family back to Kuizhou.
Nowadays, the plague is raging, and it is difficult for me to enter the city. If I don't go to see my grandmother first, I'm afraid someone will break my spine.
"Are you teaching me how to do something?"
The man's voice in the car was as cold as the strange sea. Lu An subconsciously shuddered: "Go to the government office immediately!"
It doesn’t matter what his mother’s reputation is, it’s not as important as her life!
Old Mrs. Song had to be prepared to bear the consequences of her own misfortune if she could push the first assistant and his family out for the sake of her youngest son!
"stop!"
Just as the motorcade was about to set off, several bodies rushed down from the city gate tower. The first person in front was the Kuizhou city gate leader, running very fast.
In his hand was a shining long knife, with a red and yellow ribbon hanging from the handle. The ribbon fluttered in the wind with a rustling grace.
