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The beggar wanted to remind the people inside that his eyes kept rolling. Pei Luo was experienced, and he knew that these people must be restless if they touched the way of making money.

The sword in his hand approached a little closer, and the beggar was too frightened to make any more moves.

When the beggar stepped back, he accidentally stepped on a dry branch and made a snapping sound, which disturbed the gatekeepers.

They rushed out with swords in hand: "Who, who is at the door."

The beggar struggled to get away from him, but if he joined them he would be safe, and his captors would surely die.

Pei Luo noticed his movement, knocked him unconscious immediately, and pulled him to a corner to hide.

A feral cat appeared and hissed at them, and another patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be too nervous, it's just a wild cat, but why haven't these beggars shown up at the scheduled time? If this continues, it will delay time."

Their leader also realized that there was something wrong: "Go and see."

Pei Luo stared at the beggar lying on the ground. The beggar didn't cooperate, so he could only get on by himself. He changed into the beggar's clothes and hid the salt bag by his waist.

He came to the door, knocked on the door, the next second the door opened, and people poured out to surround him.

Pei Luo tore off the salt bag from his waist and handed it out. Their leader took the salt bag from his hand and made sure that there was nothing wrong with the goods.

"Why is it only you, what about the rest?"

"During the delivery process, I met a group of people. Some of us were in charge of restraining them, and the rest escaped to deliver the goods. I got separated from them."

Their leader didn't become suspicious when he heard what he said. He winked at the people under him, and they immediately made way for them.

Pei Luo was invited into the house by them, they put an empty bowl in front of him, and then poured wine.

He picked it up and drank it, very unhappy, raised his wrist to wipe the corner of his mouth, but seeing the dirt on his sleeve, he couldn't speak, so he had to give up.

The person standing beside him suddenly said, "Hello, newcomer?"

Pei Luo froze for a moment, not knowing that there was a flaw in him, but he nodded vigorously as he said.

"This wine is for offering sacrifices to heaven, not for you to drink."

It's a brain-dead business to do their business, so every time they receive goods, they will sacrifice wine to the sky, begging God to bless them, and they can make a fortune.

Pei Luo didn't think that there was a flaw here. He picked up the full bottle of wine, respected the sky, and sprinkled it on the ground.

They took out a bag of silver and threw it into his arms: "You can go."

Pei Luo took the money and left immediately.

The boss stared at him, always feeling that something was wrong: "Slow down."

Pei Luo took out a dagger from his sleeve, and the boss approached him: "The food in the beggar's pile is so good, you see the food, but you don't know how to use it?"

He pointed at the food, but the boss couldn't understand what he said, and said irritably.

"It turned out to be a mute, get out."

Pei Luo nodded. When he turned around, a bright light flashed across his eyes. People who have been licking blood with the tip of a knife all the year round would not be mistaken. It was the light refracted by the sun's rays on the sharp weapon.

The boss stepped back and waved his hand, and these people drew their swords and surrounded him.

"Who the hell are you? Delivery beggars don't carry daggers with them."

Pei Luo was originally going to wait for the young prince to meet here, but when he heard these people became suspicious, he was worried that these people would run away, so he had to pretend to be a beggar to hold them steady, and it might take a while. …

From the moment he walked into this courtyard, he knew that these people were Lianjiazi. He didn't know if he would survive, but he couldn't retreat now.

Pei Luo took out the dagger in his sleeve and fought them. He thought that the time he was trapped on the island was all because of the Feng Clan.

After Bai Mingyu dealt with the beggars, he went to the next stop without delay. He was four hours late.

Standing at the door, he could smell a strong smell of blood. He opened the door forcefully, and saw Pei Luo standing in the crowd covered in blood, and corpses fell around him.

When he saw the little prince coming, he was relieved, and those people took advantage of his loss of consciousness and stretched out their swords.

Pei Luo tucked all his swords under his armpit and waved the long sword in his hand, but these people reacted faster and lifted their hands upwards vigorously.

His right arm was separated from his body immediately, and fell to the ground dripping with blood.

His cry of pain lingered throughout the yard; "Ah!!"

Pei Luo knelt on the ground, blood gushed out of the wound, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Mingyu pulled out his long sword, leaped lightly, and cut off their heads side by side.

A row of people fell down, and the rest retreated. Bai Mingyu's face was spattered with blood, and his whole body was full of hostility, like a ghost walking out of the Shura field.

Seeing that this man was mad, the boss immediately retreated through the back door.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Chulei and Xue Zhiyun ran in and saw Lao Pei missing an arm.

Bai Mingyu tilted his head: "Take care of him."

He chased after him, swung his long sword, and the knife was fatal. He dealt with these minions and walked towards their leader step by step.

He swallowed: "You, what do you want to know, let me go."

"Your next stop."

This man must die, but he can't be sorry for Vice Admiral Pei's injuries. The route of salt smuggling must be stopped, so that there will be no future troubles.

"I will contact the merchant and put the salt in the agreed location without meeting. This is the safest method."

"What place did you book this time?"

He immediately took out a note from his waist and gave it to Bai Mingyu, which recorded the location of the delivery.

Bai Mingyu waved his hand, and spread the paper. When he saw the place recorded on it, his eyes were indifferent, and he waved his long sword.

His pupils were dilated, and he stretched out his hand to cover his throat dully. The blood kept gushing out from it, and he couldn't stop it. He fell to the ground, his body convulsed, and he died instantly.

Bai Mingyu returned to the yard, and Bai Chulei bandaged his wound: "Fortunately, I brought enough medicine when I went out this time. Lao Pei's bleeding has stopped, but his hand."

Pei Luo fell to the ground with a pale face. Bai Mingyu found a carriage and carried him up. This time, Bai Mingyu wanted to go in person.

Bai Mingyu got out of the carriage: "Take care of Vice Admiral Pei, I'll go check out these contact points."

Xue Zhiyun said: "Little prince, why don't you let your subordinates accompany you?"

He took a horse from the stable and disappeared into the long dirt field. He drove all day and night to their contact point.

Bai Mingyu put the salt bag next to a big rock, he hid in the corner and stared, waiting all afternoon, a sedan chair stopped in front of the big rock.

A fat figure came out of the sedan chair, picked up a bag and padded it, and was about to leave when a long sword still stained with blood appeared under his neck.

He was so frightened that he fell back and rolled directly into the sedan chair. Bai Mingyu took out a rope, tied his hands and feet, and took the salt bag from his hand.

Bai Mingyu stepped out of the sedan chair and took out a sign from his waist: "The government handles the case."

These contact points are all concentrated in this small town. They are probably the first batch, and there are still sales in the future.

As long as the source is pinched out, the smuggled salt will no longer be able to make waves.