Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter '5 The Danger of the Eight Wise Kings.

It rains and rains.

The small ruined temple was silent, everyone looked at each other, but couldn't say a word.

If it is said that Fan Zhongyan is a thief and colluded with the people of Tsingyi Society, Hua Lang would not believe it anyway, but now that the list is here, he can't help but not believe it.

For this list, many people were sacrificed, including righteous people and people from Tsingyi Society.

Now, they were about to arrive at the capital, and once they entered the capital, the Eight Sage Kings had to make a decision whether to submit this list.

Many people on the list are very important. If they are handed over, no matter how kind the emperor is, he may not tolerate them. If this happens, the foundation of Song Dynasty may be shaken.

But if they don't pay, these people will inevitably do unexpected things, and it may be too late to stop them at that time.

It can be seen from the expression of the eight virtuous kings that he is very hesitant and doesn't know what to do.

As dusk came, the rain stopped, and the wind blew very cool, but the road was muddy.

When the rain stopped, it was time for them to hit the road and rush to the capital.

It is very close to the capital, and the people of Tsing Yi Club or the subordinates of those officials, I am afraid that they will be very nervous at this time, will they make another move?

They walked this way for seven or eight days, and they would encounter an attack about once in two days. Although it was not very big, it also made them a little exhausted.

Now that it has come to the critical point of these lives and deaths, how can they let it go easily.

They would not let it go, because after they walked out of the ruined temple a few steps, they immediately discovered the danger.

The front of the ruined temple is full of mud. At this time, there are footprints in the mud, very shallow footprints, like a person walking with wings, so there is not much strength under their feet.

Those who can have this kind of light work are definitely not low-handed.

That is to say, when they stayed in the ruined temple, the thieves had already surrounded them, and they were waiting for the opportunity, for Hwarang and the others to slowly approach the trap.

After seeing those footprints, Hwarang immediately made a gesture, and then everyone retreated back to the ruined temple.

The back window of the ruined temple has become a hole, the wind blowing from the window, meeting the wind blowing in from the door, created a vortex in the ruined temple, but this vortex is so small that it almost makes people feel uncomfortable. Hard to notice.

The Eight Sage King looked firmly at the mud outside the ruined temple, and finally asked quietly: "What should we do!"

Hwarang smiled lightly: "Don't worry, my lord, there will always be a way to get out!"

At this time, the Eighth Wise King seemed to have thought of something, so he quickly asked: "Little Xuanzi, this king asked you to send a letter to the capital, did you do it?"

Xiao Xuanzi nodded again and again: "Return to the prince, I have already delivered it!"

The Baxian King nodded slightly, and said: "That's good, as long as you persist until the reinforcements, you'll be fine!"

But as soon as this sentence was finished, the people outside rushed in, as if they had heard the words of the Eight Sage Kings, so they did not give the Eight Sage Kings time to wait.

The fighting started in an instant, a steady stream of people rushed in from the outside, fell down, blood sprayed every part of the ruined temple, turning this place that should have been a retreat into a place of killing.

It's just that these people don't care about it at all. Some of them just want to live, and some just want to kill.

Although the eight virtuous kings were poor in martial arts, they also beheaded a few people. During the beheading process, Hwarang kept observing that he was a scholar, so he couldn't be like Yin Wucuo and Wen Meng who fought everywhere, so he Only observe, observe the enemy, and observe your own people.

There are many enemies, and their kung fu is not bad, but when they meet the eight sage kings, they seem too vulnerable. I don't know whether it is because the eight sage kings' martial arts are too high, or because the eight sage kings overwhelm them.

One after another, people died at the feet of the Eight Sage Kings, as if they had been specially killed by the Eight Sage Kings.

Except for these people, the rest of the people are different. They kill with arrogance and recklessness, wanting to bite each other's face.

Darts, hidden weapons, swords and swords contending, and blood haunting the sky.

After the sunset, the ruined temple also returned to silence, of course, not because there was no one here, but because everyone didn't know what to say.

The thieves had already been beaten away, and this was probably their last attack. This time, many people died on the other side, and many people on Hwarang's side also died and injured many people.

Those who have always wanted to kill must accept being killed at any time.

A rainbow appeared under the setting sun. The colorful haze looks so beautiful at this time. It is so beautiful that people want to step into the clouds and walk around the bridge-like clouds. Maybe, under the bridge, there will be streams, there will be An Ning doesn't like vendettas.

The Eighth Sage King looked at the fading rainbow and sighed, "Let's go!"

It was time for them to leave, but before they left, Hwarang suddenly looked at Baxian Wang and asked, "Your Highness, have you thought about how to deal with that list!"

The Eighth Wise King was silent for a long time, and said: "For the sake of my Zhao family, I am afraid I have to sacrifice these people!"

After hearing this, everyone's hearts sank, so they turned their attention to Hwarang. Hwarang didn't change at all, as if he had already expected the Eight Sage Kings to do this. The corpse climbs up, it is the same when conquering the world, and it is also the same when defending the country.

Therefore, most of the time, what the royal family wanted was to sacrifice batch after batch of people in order to stabilize their own country.

Although Hwarang didn't change anything, he cupped his hands and said, "The Eighth Wise King, please think again, because I think this is a trap!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, but the Baxian King was puzzled. He had heard of Hwarang's ability since he was in Yangzhou, and after getting along with him these few days, he felt that Hwarang was invincible. It is not a thing in the pool. Now that Hwarang said that, he must have his own opinion, but how could such a clear thing be a trap? Who would be so stupid that so many people would complete this trap.

But at this time, King Baxian wanted to hear Hwarang's explanation even more, because in his heart, he hoped that this was a trap, so that he would no longer have to worry about how to deal with this list.

"It's actually very simple. We have traveled such a long way from Yangzhou to the capital. If the Tsingyi Society and these officials are really worried that the prince will hand over the list to the emperor, they will definitely send a large number of people to encircle us. But this time On the way, have we ever encountered a large-scale siege? Moreover, from the battle just now, I found that these people did not intend to kill the prince. They only feigned an attack on the prince, but they were fighting us. Why did they want to kill the prince? Do that!"

The Ba Xian Wang looked at Hua Lang, and said after a long time: "They wanted this king to hand over this list to the emperor, so as to get rid of these people."