"Sir, be careful, this Bliss Erysipelas is extremely poisonous..."

Jin Yichuan saw Zhao Yu reaching out to pick up the strong man and quickly reminded him.

Zhao Yu waved his hand, then turned the strong man over, and used the embroidered spring knife in his hand to lift up the hair on the back of the guy's head.

When the hair was pulled apart, a mark the size of a copper coin appeared on the back of the strong man's neck.

"This is?"

Jin Yichuan took a step forward, looked at the mark on the back of the strong man's neck and frowned.

Ji Feng, who was on the side, also came forward. After seeing the mark, he was also confused.

The Jin Yiwei has eyes and ears all over the world, and they have some records of any weird organization in the world, but they have never seen this mark on the back of this strong man's neck.

"No wonder……"

Different from the frowns of Ji Feng and Jin Yichuan, after Zhao Yu looked at the mark, he recognized the origin of this person at a glance.

The mark is only the size of a copper coin and its shape is similar to that of a copper coin.

What made Zhao Yu know the identity of the person in front of him was that there were four small characters tattooed on the copper coin-shaped mark.

Fighting ghosts and channeling gods!

…

Zhao Yu directly rewarded the taels of silver found in the cottage to the warriors from the Supervisor Headquarters. Of course, the two leading officers were not left behind either.

As for the two hundred stones of polished rice, Zhao Yuze ordered people to distribute it directly to all the victims on the spot.

The remaining things will not be of much use in disaster relief. It is better to just distribute them on the spot and save every one.

As for money, it has become useless to these disaster victims.

Because in the whole of Beizhili, even if you have money, you can't buy a grain of rice in such a natural disaster.

It is impossible for those profiteers to sell food at this time. Everyone knows that the longer the food is stored, the more valuable it is!

After distributing grain and rice and rewarding his men, Zhao Yu took everyone back home directly.

He also wanted to keep investigating and avenge Lu Jianxing.

But after weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Yu felt that it was better not to get involved at this time. After all, it was a rebellion, and if it was not done well, it might capsize.

Besides, the things have been transported into Taiyuan Mansion. With just a few of them entering, I'm afraid they won't even be able to see the rightful owner and they will have to receive a box lunch!

Zhao Yu showed kindness once, and his purpose was to save as many people as possible during this snow disaster.

As for fighting for power or even committing rebellion, he didn't want to get involved.

The group left and returned to Longshan, heading straight for the capital.

That night, Zhao Yu and others set up camp in the wild. All the warriors from the Supervisor Headquarters were meditating and practicing Hunyuan Zhenqi, while Zhao Yu was on duty, sitting cross-legged next to the campfire.

At midnight, Zhao Yu, who was already a little sleepy, suddenly heard his ears move.

At the same time, a figure passed by not far away, and a long sword filled with cold light came straight towards Zhao Yu who was beside the bonfire.

On the long sword, the sword glow wavered uncertainly.

A master of entry!

Zhao Yu, who seemed to be drowsy, moved his right hand, and a scimitar as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in the palm of his right hand, and the sword stabbed diagonally straight towards the sword light.

Ding ding ding…

In the blink of an eye, the long sword and scimitar clashed with each other dozens of times.

According to Zhao Yu's strong internal energy and the weird sword skills in the Blood Knife Sutra, the assassin could actually fight him with dozens of moves without losing.

brush!

Just when the two people were separated from each other, in the surrounding camp, the warriors from the Supervisor Headquarters jumped out with swords in hand and surrounded that moment.

"Blood Knife Sword Technique? It seems the rumors are good. The Blood Knife Ancestor really died in your hands!"

The assassin, who was surrounded by more than thirty people, was not nervous at all, and even had the time to comment on Zhao Yu's sword skills.

"Sir, he was the one who injured Lu Qianhu!!"

The two officers who rushed out following the warriors from the Supervisor Headquarters screamed in surprise when they saw the assassin in front of them.

"So he's from the Money Gang?"

Zhao Yu slowly raised the scimitar, passed it around his head, then dropped the scimitar on his shoulder, staring at that moment coldly and asked.

Money help?

After hearing what Zhao Yu said, Jin Yichuan and Ji Feng looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

They have been working in Jinyiwei for many years. Although Ji Feng was only recently promoted by Zhao Yu, after he was promoted to hundreds of households, he immediately read through many secret files with a T-size number.

A person like him naturally knows that if Zhao Yu can promote him to the position of a hundred households, he must learn everything a hundred households should know as quickly as possible.

Not to mention Jin Yichuan, he himself has been following Zhao Yu longer than others, and for some reason before, he and Lu Jianxing even went to the No. B stall.

But among Jin Yiwei's secrets, there is no money to help this number.

How did Zhao Yu know? How did he know that the person in front of him was from the money gang?

"That's right, you actually know about the existence of the Money Gang!" The assassin smiled calmly, and his words and demeanor were very free and easy.

Zhao Yu waved his hand and signaled his warriors to put away their swords, and then said to the assassin: "Others are afraid of the dragon and phoenix mother ring, but the governor of this town really doesn't take Shangguan Jinhong seriously!!"

Shangguan Jinhong?!!

This time, not only did the assassin change his face, but also Jin Yichuan and Ji Feng, and even all the warriors in the Supervisory Headquarters, were surprised.

They had never heard of Qian Gang, but Shangguan Jinhong was very familiar with it.

The masters on the weapons list of Bai Xiaosheng in the Jianghu, the serious giants in the Jianghu, and even Xiao Li's flying knife, all ranked behind him.

"I was ordered to come here today. Originally, I only came here for two things, but now I only have one thing left..."

After the assassin was shocked, the long sword moved slightly, and a foot of sword light instantly pierced the end of the sword, scattering the snow on the ground.

"Oh, I'm very interested to know, which two things are they?" Zhao Yu was not in a hurry to take action, because he had already vaguely guessed the origin of this person!

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, the assassin shook his head and said with some regret: "Since you already know the existence of the Money Gang, there is no need to say anything more about the first thing. As for the remaining thing, take it off."

Your head..."

"Only you?"

Zhao Yu smiled evilly, then stared at the assassin's empty left hand and said with a sneer: "Or is it just the sword in your left hand that has never been used before?"

The assassin who was originally known for his rock-like heart was now frightened again and again in front of Zhao Yu.

This previously unknown envoy of Beisi Town not only knew about the existence of the Money Gang, but he also knew about his deeply hidden left-handed sword!

You must know that even Shangguan Jinhong, who is the master, has no knowledge of this move of his. Logically speaking, no one else in the world knows his secret except himself.

"You...will die today!"
Chapter completed!