Chapter 47 Brother Zhang, it’s so late, where are you going?
The moonlight was cold and peaceful, and the long street was once again peaceful.
With the sorcerer's soul being detained, the fight was declared over.
"What's this?"
Zhao Duan dropped the knife handle, his tense muscles relaxed, and a large amount of lactic acid accumulated, causing his muscles to ache slightly.
Killing the enemy with one blow may seem easy, but it is actually not easy.
The price of high burst is that most of his energy is consumed in an instant. His fragile meridians as a mortal warrior have to bear pressure that should not be in this realm.
The energy was too rough and it hurt him!
"Swallow."
The girl in the black priest robe carefully tied the yellow gourd around her waist, and the beautiful ghost face on its surface closed its eyes and dozed.
She turned back and added:
"A kind of talisman."
The tone is as if saying: "Grass, a kind of plant."
"Similar to a magic weapon?" Zhao Duan used a familiar concept to make an analogy.
Jin Jian said "yes" and said:
“Almost the same, but with a slight difference. Magical weapons can only be made by humans, similar to swords, and are mostly wielded by warriors.
But talismans have spirituality, including both man-made and natural talismans, and most of them have strange abilities and are mostly controlled by sorcerers."
I've learned nothing... Zhao Duan humbly asks:
"This Hercules, the gourd, and even your staff are all man-made talismans, right? What are they that are naturally born?"
Jin Jian nodded first, indicating that his guess was correct, and then said:
"If it's natural... like the afterbirth and lanugo, that's all.
After the baby is born, the afterbirth must be burned or hidden as soon as possible. Otherwise, if a sorcerer finds it, he can use it to cast a curse and kill the baby. It's very powerful."
When she said this, her tone was as if she was reciting something seriously.
This reminded Zhao Duan of the girls in his class who had good grades when he was in school.
"I see..."
Jin Jian looked away with a guilty look:
"This person is very powerful, and he is no weakling even in the Divine Chapter Realm. A sorcerer of this level should not be involved in such a small case."
You seemed to be explaining why you didn't protect me just now... Zhao Duan glanced at her and said, "Don't break up when things are tough."
Zhu Dian was accepted by the Heavenly Master because of his high talent and great potential. Before he became a disciple, his absolute combat power was not strong.
But this is indeed strange...
If they had only bribed the Zhang brothers and kidnapped a few firearms craftsmen... although the nature of the crime was bad, it involved the conflict between the imperial power and the "Eight Kings".
But the case itself is actually very small.
Just sending a few small people is completely capable of doing the job, and at most it involves the "mortal" realm.
No one, including Sun Lianying, could have imagined that a sorcerer at the "Shen Zhang" level would appear.
Using a cannon to kill a mosquito... Unless, Prince Jing's Mansion has other purposes, or, there is another hidden reason why this sorcerer is lurking in the capital.
Zhao Duan expressed his guess.
Jin Jian said "yes" and said with a serious expression:
"This person holds the inheritance and has the same origin as my Tianshi Temple. I need to bring him back for investigation. If the court wants him, I can hand him over."
This matter was beyond her authority and needed to be reported to the elders in the mansion, or even the old Taoist priest.
"Okay." Zhao Duan didn't mind. After all, the man was defeated by Jin Jian.
If it causes trouble for him, who knows what tricks the warlock has up his sleeve.
Warriors are still better, simple and pure, they can break it with one force.
"I'll take him away first and come back to you later."
Jin Jian squatted down, picked up the body of the black-robed sorcerer with his small hands, and spoke in a reading tone.
Prepare to run away.
Zhao Duan discovered with great interest that beneath the girl's mysterious and ethereal appearance, she was somewhat nerdy and not aloof at all.
"...Okay," he nodded. The danger was over and he no longer needed the other party's protection.
Suddenly he remembered something and asked hurriedly:
"By the way, do you know where Zhang Changshuo ran off to?"
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“Huff…Huff…”
Heavy breathing.
My heart is beating like a drum.
Under the cover of night, Zhang Changshuo, wearing a smelly linen shirt and with one of his shoes missing, ran wildly in the darkness.
The faint starlight illuminated his face full of panic and fear, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
After being teleported by the formation, he suddenly appeared in an empty house. Zhang Changshuo was so scared that he hid in a pile of firewood.
He actually managed to survive the first wave of searches by the Jinyi guards.
After all the officers were lured away and the surroundings were silent, he carefully crawled out, identified the direction, and fled madly.
Poor weak scholar, he has to take a car when going out and ride a horse when leaving the city, how can he run fast?
After finally running to the designated location, I was sweating profusely and almost exhausted.
"Sir? Is that you, Sir?"
On a quiet street corner, a carriage was waiting.
At this time, a servant of the Zhang family held a horse whip, looked at the approaching figure, and called out softly.
He was the other person who drove the "manure truck" before.
According to Zhang Changshuo's arrangement, the two men disguised themselves and left the mansion, and Zhang Changshuo went to do business.
The servant went to rent a carriage, waited here, made a circle, and then sent Zhang Changshuo home.
In this way, even if someone noticed that he had gone out, it would not matter as long as they could not find any trace of him.
"Help me, help me get in the car..." Zhang Changshuo panted.
The servant was horrified and hurriedly helped him into the carriage.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
As a servant, he had no idea where his master was going, and only thought he was doing private business.
"Stop talking nonsense and go!"
"Oh, okay, are we going back home now?"
"No! You can't go back!"
Inside the carriage, Zhang Changshuo took a deep breath, his face extremely grim. After thinking for a moment, he said:
"Go to the west gate! Quick!"
When Zhao Duan and his men surrounded him and the light from the torch illuminated his face, it meant that he was finished.
The charge of "colluding with suspicious sorcerers and warriors" alone was enough to arrest him and put him in prison for investigation.
Therefore, he absolutely could not go home at the moment, and it was difficult to hide in a friend's house. The best way was to leave the city as quickly as possible before the news spread.
Although the city gates were closed after nightfall, he still had some privileges as the "White Horse Prison Envoy."
It would not be difficult to trick the gatekeepers into opening the city gates under the pretext of doing things for the saint.
Next, he just had to find a place to hide and wait for news.
"The best-case scenario is that everyone in Prince Jing's mansion escapes or is dead. Without evidence, even if there's suspicion, the Empress can't directly convict them. Otherwise, the entire court will be terrified and revolt..."
"As long as they can't convict him, there's room for maneuver. My father and uncle can mediate."
"The worst-case scenario is that I flee to Jiancheng Road and seek refuge in Prince Jing's mansion. Even if I lose my value, Prince Jing will still treat me well in order to save the others from disappointment for his huge sum of money!"
The rumble of a horse-drawn carriage galloped along the deserted streets.
In the bumpy carriage, Zhang Changshuo was thinking anxiously, and his thoughts gradually became clearer.
Only then did he remember to take off his smelly linen clothes, ball them up, throw them out of the shaking car window, and change into the clean long gown prepared in the car.
After doing this, he clenched his fists, his heart was in turmoil, and his nails almost pierced into his flesh.
In my mind, scenes from today flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.
Finally, it stopped at a handsome face that disgusted him extremely.
"Zhao! Du! An!"
Zhang Changshuo squeezed out the name from between his teeth, his eyes full of anger.
Until this moment, he still didn't believe that today's killing was arranged by Zhao, and only thought that it was masterminded by the imperial court.
It should be that Ma Yan found some clues first and intended to alert the enemy, and Zhao Duan just threw it out to paralyze himself as bait.
Even so, this speculation cannot explain why Zhao Duan led the officers to carry out the arrest.
Rather than a thousand households in the imperial yamen.
"A gentleman's revenge is never too late. When I escape to the service of Prince Jing and the dynasty changes, that will be the day of my return."
Zhang Changshuo was full of fantasies and his blood was boiling with excitement over the revenge drama he had imagined in his mind.
Suddenly, the horses neighed, accompanied by the low shouts of the coachman and the dull sound of hammering.
The speeding carriage was forced to stop after a violent jolt.
"Ah——" Zhang Changshuo was so dizzy from the fall that he barely sat up and said angrily:
"How do you drive...ah!"
The scolding stopped abruptly.
The gray curtain was lifted by a well-proportioned man's hand, and the watery moonlight splashed down, illuminating the face of the visitor.
Zhao Duan looked at his old friend with a gentle smile:
"Brother Zhang, it's so late, where are you going?"
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(End of this chapter)
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