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Chapter 463 Cleaning up the capital city

Go to the capital.

In previous years, the southern part of the city would be very active at the beginning of spring in March. Caravans from all over Zhongzhou would crowd the streets and alleys, especially the crowds outside inns and chambers of commerce. At least hundreds of fights would have to be dealt with a day.

But this year there were almost no people on the streets, except for the occasional cart carrying the corpses of slaves passing by.

What's even more strange is that the too many slaves in the city have disappeared. Only when some wealthy families occasionally travel can they see slaves following them.

Furthermore, the farmland over the mountains and plains outside the city used to have at least tens of thousands of slaves working in the fields after the beginning of spring, but this year it was completely deserted, and there was not a single person in the endless farmland.

On a dock east of the canal in the south of the city, more than a dozen official ships are docked here. The dock is appropriately arranged to station a battalion of forbidden troops. The flashing cyan light of the monitoring array will sweep across every inch of the dock every once in a while.

On the periphery of the dock, there are guards from the government offices in the south of the city. Zi Hong, Wang Ping's first puppet and his disciple who was included in the gate wall, is also among them. He leads 20 guards to guard the main intersection of the north and south streets of the city leading to the dock. .

The quiet environment on the street lasted from the time Zi Hong went to work until they finished lunch. There was finally some movement in the quiet North Street, which was a burst of messy footsteps.

Half an hour later, thousands of slaves came slowly over, escorted by a small team of cavalry.

If he were more rational, he should turn around and leave now, and then find a way to escape from Shangjing City. With his body that is comparable to the strength of a second-level monk, it is really possible for him to escape if he really wants to escape, because with the strength he has shown in the foundation building stage, The people who come to capture him won't be too strong, so it's okay to catch him off guard.

Zihong was sure at this moment that someone had checked his head.

After the shift, a colleague suggested going for a drink. It was already half past three when we had eaten and drank enough, and the curfew would be imposed in another hour.

There was no response from inside.

Zi Hong walked towards his small courtyard holding the broad knife on his waist. Except for the occasional patrol team from the city defense camp, there was no one else on the street. From time to time, he could hear the crying of children and the scolding of adults in the courtyard deep in the alley. Voice.

The 'Qi'er' in his mouth was naturally the puppet Huang Qi that Wang Ping made when he first came here. At that time, Wang Ping asked him to join Zi Hong's sect, and he was regarded as Zi Hong's only disciple.

The sound of two arrows piercing the air sounded one after another, and two cold lights exuded a chill under the night sky.

When he walked to the entrance of the laneway in his small courtyard, he subconsciously looked at the open space at the corner of the entrance. In the past, there was mutton soup sold there. He especially liked to sit on the street and drink a bowl of mutton soup when he came back at night. .

Half an hour later, another small team of cavalry escorted the slaves over on the North Street. Zihong still watched them calmly as they entered the dock. Later, when Zihong handed over his shift, a total of eight such teams passed the checkpoint they were guarding. Zi Hong watched silently.

But the human nature of Zihong's birth made him hesitate, and then he kicked open the courtyard door with a bang.

"whoosh"

When the officers behind Zihong saw this, they opened the closed road without waiting for Zihong's order, and then stood on both sides of the entrance in a polite manner, watching silently as the small team of cavalry escorted the slaves to the dock and loaded them into the pier that had been waiting for a long time. In the official ship.

Since Zihong and Huang Qi are both Wang Ping's puppets, there is a special connection between them. However, generally only puppets that Wang Ping takes special care of have such a connection, such as Zihong.

Walking into the alley, he heard the familiar sound of snoring and couldn't help but speed up his steps.

When he arrived at the door of his small courtyard, Zihong raised his eyebrows slightly, couldn't help but grasp the handle of the broad knife in his hand, and called out: "Qi'er?"

The broad knife at Zihong's waist was automatically unsheathed along with the magic formula in his hand, and turned rapidly in front of him. This was the simplest 'sword control technique', and the arrows were deflected with the sound of two crisp metal collisions.

"ah!"

Harsh screams echoed in the dark night, and a black ghost claw appeared in front of Zi Hong, with scorching heat coming from the left and right. The ghost claw in front is a Taiyin monk in the foundation-building stage, and the high temperature on the left and right is a spell cast by the fire cultivator. The gentle expression Zihong developed while working as a yamen servant turned cold at this moment, facing the coming from the front. Ghost Hands, he exerts force under his feet, and his body moves forward instead of retreating.

"puff"

The black ghost hand hit Zihong's chest and tore the clothes on his chest to pieces, but did not hurt his body. Zihong had already rushed in front of the Taiyin Foundation-building monk at an extremely fast speed.

"Pfft"

"Boom"

The flames exploded and illuminated most of the courtyard. At the same time, the broad knife in Zihong's hand cut off the shocked Taiyin monk in front. Half of Zihong's face was dyed red with steaming blood.

"tread"

Zihong stepped on the blood spilled on the ground and rushed into the room in front.

His cultivated soul quickly swept across the dark room, and then the coldness on his face deepened. Next to a simple wooden table in the center of the room, Huang Qi had a big hole in his chest near his heart. His heart had been removed, and all the spiritual energy in his body was All burned by the fire spirit's energy.

"call"

Zi Hong let out a long breath, quickly adjusted his condition, looked at Huang Qi again and decisively exited the room. The two fire cultivators who had just besieged him saw how powerful he was and chose to escape after he entered the room.

He looked up at the sky and saw a green signal rising in the alleyway to his left.

"whoosh"

He jumped out of the small courtyard and was about to flee out of the city when streams of light flashed across the sky, accompanied by a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

He is an incoming monk.

At the same time, fires shot into the sky in the direction of the Qianmuguan Internal Affairs Station in the south of the city and in many directions!
Zi Hong did not dare to use the Soaring Cloud Technique. He walked into an alleyway with ease and took out two blessing talismans from the storage bag he carried with him to cover up his aura.

More than ten breaths later, he looked at the city wall in the distance. He made two big jumps and landed near the city wall. The monitoring device on the city wall immediately captured his aura!
But Zihong didn't stop. He jumped up and resisted the damage while killing two foundation-building sergeants who wanted to stop him. He landed in an deserted farm outside the city wall.

As the chaotic military orders echoed behind him, Zihong continued to flee south. His destination was the Chu State military camp a hundred miles away. At the same time, he took out a puppet bird and linked his memory with the formation runes in the puppet bird's body. , copy one's own memory into the puppet bird's body, then use the last blessing talisman to hide its aura and then let it fly.

At this time, the sound in Zihong's ears became louder and louder, and he also felt that the surrounding area of ​​his body seemed to be heating up rapidly.

"Wow"

When the temperature around Zihong rose to a critical point, the spiritual energy was ignited by the flames. These flames seemed to be alive, drilling straight towards Zihong. At the critical moment, a dark green barrier appeared around his body.

It's the 'armor' that Wang Ping left on Zi Hong.

"I come!"

An angry shout echoed in the sky, and more than a dozen daggers rotated in the air to form a perfect strangulation formation, which made the space vibrate. In the blink of an eye, they appeared above Zi Hong's head, swinging back and forth in the direction of Zi Hong's movement, as if It was like locking Zi Hong's aura.

(End of this chapter)