If you don't bring disaster to the world, what kind of henchman are you to be?

Half an hour later, the ground was littered with wreckage and blood.

Zhu Qing was breathing slightly, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, which she then gently wiped away.

After being washed by the cold rain, his face was even whiter and brighter, and his eyes were as deep and dangerous as obsidian. After a moment, his murderous intent gradually dissipated.

He then walked up to a man in black.

At this moment, the man's lower body had been cut off to the other side, leaving only his upper body struggling and crawling in the rain.

Zhu Qing did not kill him immediately, but instead used his knife to cut off the mask covering his face. Looking at the familiar face that was revealed, the light in his eyes grew even colder.

It was Wang Wenqing, Yang Ting's confidant.

He had just discovered during the battle that this person did not cooperate as well as the other six, and the martial arts he used were completely different from those trained in the camp, but rather quite similar to those trained in the Northern Garrison.

In the latter half of the battle, after almost everyone had been killed by Zhu Qing, this person still thought of taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

This further solidified Zhu Qing's suspicion that this person was not a military individual.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed true.

"you……"

Wang Wenqing stared blankly at him, her mouth choked as if filled with sand, the light in her eyes quickly dimmed and faded, and then she remained silent.

[Attribute value: 63]

Zhu Qing withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the soaring attribute values, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Fortune favors the bold; these assassins may be dangerous, but the rewards they bring are considerable.

Liu Shichang was cautious in his actions.

There are 7 people, 5 of whom are in the late stage of meat refinement and 2 are in the early stage of bone strengthening.

Normally speaking, such a lineup would be more than enough to deal with even two martial artists at the late stage of the Body Refinement realm, let alone a late-stage Body Refinement realm martial artist.

Unfortunately, they ran into Zhu Qing.

The Dragon Python Divine Skill granted him extremely strong physical defense, making him almost immune to most skin and flesh injuries.

After being purified, Hong Yuchan's blood and qi became abundant and powerful, approaching the Earth Rank level. Coupled with his perfected Thunder Blade Technique, which allowed him to launch surprise attacks with the Jade-Destroying Finger and the unpredictable Soaring Cloud Step, his combat power soared to an astonishing level.

Therefore, it was not surprising that these seven people were dealt with smoothly.

[Realm Level: Late Stage of Flesh Refining (5/100)]

Martial Arts: White Ape Skill (Mastery 5/100)

Wild Goose Formation Skill (Perfected (can be hidden in the interface))

Jade-Crushing Finger (Beginner 75/100)

Soaring Step (Beginner 50/100)

[Attribute value: 63]

He immediately opened the panel and, without much hesitation, transferred a portion of his attribute values ​​into the Jade Destroyer Finger.

Since he began practicing this martial art, he has repeatedly achieved remarkable feats in battle, but he is still only at the beginner level. Zhu Qing has long wanted to improve it to the minor mastery stage.

【Jade-Destroying Finger +26】

【Destroying Jade Finger (Minor Success 1/100)】

Martial arts prowess surfaced in his mind, and the transparent figure in front of him also demonstrated the finger techniques.

After digesting the information for a few breaths, Zhu Qing regained her composure.

A moment later, he left the corpses scattered on the ground, led out a horse, and took the constable who had been immobilized by pressure point manipulation straight to Peach Blossom Town.

……

Taoyuan Town, post station.

Zhan Hongyu and Yang Ting sat together in a grand chair, while many Imperial Guards and constables rushed back to the room one after another.

Then the door opened, and a constable, soaking wet, walked in and knelt on the ground.

"Lord Zhan, there is no military rations at the Dingzi fodder depot."

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in Zhan Hongyu's eyes, while Yang Ting chuckled coldly.

He slowly picked up the hot tea on the table and said gently, "Officer Zhan, what do you think of what I said?"

"I said long ago that this case was probably a mistake from the beginning. There was no resale of military rations; it was a complete misunderstanding."

"There's still no movement at the Huangji fodder yard. Isn't it a bit too hasty for Lord Yang to say this now?"

"You really won't give up until you've hit rock bottom."

Yang Ting gave her a meaningful look, his smile appearing somewhat sinister in the candlelight.

Looking at his face, Zhan Hongyu felt something was off, and then suddenly noticed that there was one Jinyiwei missing from the entire room.

Wang Wenqing.

That deputy commander of the Strong Bones Realm.

Zhan Hongyu frowned slightly, and her slender jade hand on the armrest suddenly clenched.

bad thing!

He also went to Huangji hay yard!

Zhan Hongyu originally thought that she only needed to keep an eye on Yang Ting so that he would not have a chance to get away and kill Zhu Qing.

However, despite her meticulous planning, she overlooked the fact that Yang Ting could instruct Wang Wenqing to carry out the attack.

If a martial artist at this level of "Strong Bones" were to be joined by other assassins, such as those who attacked Zhang Sanshi earlier, Zhu Qing would likely be in grave danger.

Thinking of this, Zhan Hongyu's face revealed murderous intent, and everyone present suddenly felt the temperature in the room fluctuate between cold and warm, which was extremely strange.

Yang Ting's expression changed slightly, his whole body tensed up suddenly, and his hand silently pressed down on the long sword at his waist.

He then grinned and said, "Officer Zhan, why are you angry?"

"As you said, there's still no movement from the Huangji hay yard. Let's just wait and see what good news our Beizhenfu Division's recently rising star, Commander Zhu, can bring."

boom!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the inn was flung open, and a figure was thrown in like a dead dog.

Everyone stared intently, and were instantly stunned. The man was dressed in a constable's uniform, and his face was familiar!

Zhan Hongyu's face darkened, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

They all turned to look at the doorway. A tall figure strode in, and when his cold, handsome face was revealed in the candlelight, Yang Ting, who was sitting on the armchair, was shocked and jumped up.

He stared intently at Zhu Qing, as if he had seen a ghost, utterly incredulous.

How could he still be alive?

Even with Wang Wenqing and the assassins sent by Liu Shichang, they couldn't take his life.

Even the shrewd and calculating Yang Ting could not hide his fear at this moment.

"Commander Zhu, what do you mean by this?" Zhan Hongyu asked coldly.

Instead of answering the question directly, Zhu Qing took out the cloth bag from his pocket, unfolded it, and the contents were clearly displayed to everyone.

"The batch of military rations allocated by the Ministry of Revenue to the garrison in Beijing last month is currently stored in the cellar at the Huangji fodder yard."

Everyone stared at each other, wide-eyed at the official seal of the Ministry of Revenue stamped on it.

Zhan Hongyu quickly stood up and stepped forward to take it. Then she leaned close to the cold noodles and smelled them. Only after confirming that there was a strong wheat aroma left on them did she feel certain.

"It is indeed the official grain sack," she said in a deep voice.

Zhu Qing walked to the side, picked up the constable who was immobilized, and said, "I was attacked on my way back. Constable Zhan, your two men have been bribed by the enemy and also wanted to kill me. I killed one of them."

After saying that, he released the man's pressure points, and the constable instantly collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. Under the watchful eyes of many people around, he turned pale with fright and quickly knelt down in front of Zhan Hongyu.

"Officer Zhan, please believe me, I was forced into this!"

"Wang Wenqing held a knife to my neck. If I didn't listen to him, he would kill me!"

Without them even asking, the constable spilled everything.

For a time, everyone in the Northern Garrison was horrified.

Zhan Hongyu gave him a cold, disdainful look: "Where is Wang Wenqing?"

"I killed him."

Zhu Qing, who was standing next to him, then took a bundle from his waist, opened it, and inside was Wang Wenqing's head.