Wan Jinghao nodded, ready to see how He Shi would answer.

He Shi opened his mouth to defend, but when the words came out, his face darkened instantly: "Did you see it?"

Jiang Rendao: "You can see it very clearly."

There aren't really many things in the basement.

A simple tool table put together, as well as a dozen weapons of different styles, new or old, and a crossbow that was a specially controlled weapon.

Whether it was the former Great Zhao or the current Barbarian Kingdom that calls itself Dazheng.

Strict control is imposed on weapons and the raw materials for making them. Once someone is found to be hiding weapons secretly, that person will inevitably be taken to prison and shed a layer of his skin.

And if someone is found hiding a crossbow, it's not a question of peeling off a layer of skin, but a question of when to die.

A man from Zhao who wants to be an obedient citizen of a barbarian country.

It is absolutely impossible to hide these things that can kill you at any time.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you."

He Shi sat on a low stool nearby and said with half pain and half regret: "When I was seventeen years old, my wife died in childbirth. She took nothing with her and left me a child.

"

"That's a very cute child. I even found someone to give him a name."

"My biggest wish is to see him marry, have children, and live out his life in peace."

"result......"

At this point, He Shi's eyes were a little moist, and he took a deep breath and continued: "Three months ago, a barbarian went crazy on the street, knocked my child to the ground, and stepped heavily on it."

"He was fine at the time, but he kept vomiting blood after he returned."

"I called the doctor over. After seeing it, the doctor said it was hopeless."

"To this day, I still remember what he said to me at that time - Dad, I feel so much pain, I don't want to live anymore, can you kill me, please..."

He Shi wiped his tears and looked at the two people in front of him with red eyes: "Sorry, I made you laugh."

Wan Jinghao remained silent.

He Shi did not say whether he had accomplished the death of his child, but there was no doubt that his child was dead.

Jiang Ren glanced at the door and said, "I would like to ask, who is the owner of that crazy horse?"

He Shi gritted his teeth and said, "Futai, the magistrate of this county."

"I'll get him right in front of you."

Jiang Ren said and looked at the door again: "But before that, we have to deal with a few little bugs first."

He Shi looked at him speechlessly, wondering if he was crazy.

If you say you killed Futai, you still believe it a little bit. But if you capture Futai, do you really think that the policemen in the yamen and the soldiers stationed nearby are fools?

"Little bug?"

Wan Jinghao blinked, took a step forward with a feeling, grabbed He Shi's hand and pulled it by himself.

collapse!

The wooden door was kicked open from the outside.

The broken wood flew into the house, but due to its effective power, it could not touch Jiang Ren and the other three.

Ten soldiers were standing outside the door.

The leader is Yu Xinhu, who is in plainclothes.

They all had playful smiles on their faces, and they had obviously heard what they just said, and regarded Jiang Ren and Wan Jinghao as the fish on the plate, while they were the chefs and knives.

"He Shi, I didn't expect that you seem to be honest and kind, but secretly you are shielding the murderer, and you even want to do harm to the county magistrate."

Yu Xinhu raised his chin high and said arrogantly: "I ask you now, do you know your guilt?"

He Shi said in a panic: "How did you find me?"

"Outside the county government office, you were the only one with the strangest change in expression, and you even slapped yourself in the face, even if you didn't want others to notice."

Yu Xinhu explained and ordered the soldiers to come forward and arrest him: "If anyone resists, he will be shot without mercy."

So far, things are developing as he expected.

He had already imagined the large rewards he would receive after catching these people.

Maybe we can buy some fertile land outside the county, buy a few shops and houses in the county, and improve our official position.

"It's getting late."

Jiang Ren looked at the ground outside the house, which was dyed a dark red at dusk.

Zheng!

Wan Jinghao drew his sword and said, "Brother Jiang, please leave these people to me."

Jiang Ren replied: "Looking forward to your performance."

Dusk indeed suppressed him a lot less, but after all, there was still some time before night, and the number of enemies was not large, so he didn't mind waiting a little longer.

"One against ten, are you crazy?"

He Shi gritted his teeth, picked up a bench, and said to Jiang Ren next to him: "Although I have no ability, I can still help you drag it away. You can escape through the back door."

"Conspiracy out loud is a bad idea."

Jiang Ren patted his shoulder to reassure him.

Since ancient times, humans have created various armors and weapons.

But no matter when and where, armor is always weaker than weapons, and humans themselves are the most vulnerable link.

Ordinary people punch each other one hundred and eighty times.

As long as it doesn't hurt any vital parts, it might just be an injury that will keep you lying down for a few days.

But in the face of cruel cold weapons, a casual sword attack can result in someone lying in bed for several days, or in severe cases, death.

And if there is no need to take defense into account, what kind of power can be exerted?

"The remnants of Zhao, die!"

The moment Wan Jinghao walked out of the door, a soldier hiding on the side rushed out and slashed with a knife from above.

The killing moves that have been honed on the battlefield are not as fancy as those in the martial arts world. Every move and every move points directly to death.

This knife goes down.

Either split the head in half, or directly hit the body.

puff!

Wan Jinghao's expression remained unchanged, he struck first and slashed the man's throat with his backhand.

At the same time, his body took half a step forward, allowing the almost certain knife to pass behind him, only touching the floating clothes.

The man fell to the ground clutching his throat.

"one."

Wan Jinghao's body was like a giant, and he quickly floated towards the next person.

The soldiers who were confident of victory just now had their situation reversed in the blink of an eye, and by the time they reacted, they had all been killed by the sword.

When Yu Xinhu saw that the situation was not good, he ran away first and shouted for help.

"Ten."

Wan Jinghao turned his head, looked at Yu Xinhu who was running twenty steps away, and immediately threw the knife away.

The sword pierced the air.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Xinhu was stabbed through.

Wan Jinghao stepped forward, stepped on the body of Yu Xinhu who was still dead, and drew out the knife with a quick movement: "Eleven."

When he turned around, he saw Jiang Ren also walking out of the house.

"Bah bang bang!"

Jiang Ren clapped his palms, but since the bones in his palms made no sound, he had to imitate a few sounds with his mouth, and then said: "Compared to before, you have made great progress."

Wan Jinghao smiled bitterly: "It's just because I'm not afraid of death."

He thought of the hurt he had suffered at the inn.

There is no pain or feeling, and after just a few hours, the missing parts will be back to their original state.

In this way, after losing the fear of death.

He completely abandoned defense and only pursued the fastest and most effective kill.

This feeling is a bit like what the immortal grandfather once said - dancing on the tip of a knife.
Chapter completed!