General, Madam Called You To Farm

The home base Jiang Guanchao mentioned was not the Fusang Kingdom far away on the sea, but the Fusang Killer's stronghold in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Judging from the Fuso killer appearing frequently here, he should be nearby.

The two of them had superb qinggong and chased the man steadily without letting the other party notice them at all.

When the other party took a break, the two also stopped under a big tree.

Jiang Guanchao said: Let's make an agreement first. I will take action alone in a while, and you and the child will wait outside.

Know.

Yun Shuang knew the difference between dealing with a few Fusang killers and dealing with a group of Fusang killers, so she did not insist on taking Wei Xiaobao into danger.

The two followed the man through two small villages and came to another small town.

This town is not as prosperous as the previous town. There are few pedestrians left on the street, most of the shops are closed, and there are no stalls left.

The man entered a deserted inn.

Jiang Guanchao looked down at Wei Xiaobao in his arms, frowned and was about to say something.

Yunshuang spoke first: You dig a hole for her, she won't scream.

After realizing what Yun Shuang meant by digging a hole, Jiang Guanchao gave Yun Shuang a suspicious look.

Yunshuang used Qinggong to fly up to the roof.

With a skeptical attitude, Jiang Guanchao took this little guy who had been whining all the way up to the roof.

Jiang Guanchao uncovered a tile, held the little guy in his arms and looked inside.

Something incredible happened, and Wei Xiaobao really didn't make a sound.

Jiang Guanchao suspected that she was asleep and lowered his head to look at her.

Wei Xiaobao was seen looking at the people in the room with his eyes wide open and his expression extremely serious.

Jiang Guanchao: ...

Do not uncover too many tiles, otherwise they will be easily discovered.

But Wei Xiaobao alone had to occupy most of the opening as small as a tile. With the remaining gap, Yun Shuang and Jiang Guanchao had no choice but to squeeze closer.

Their heads almost touched.

Fortunately, both of them had their attention below.

There were six Fuso killers in the room, four standing and two sitting.

The latter's status is completely different from the others.

They speak Chinese dialect.

One of them has a Beijing accent, and the other has a crappy Fusang accent.

Yunshuang frowned: From the capital?

The conversation between the two revealed a lot of information.

They came to Dazhou to capture a hundred babies born in August and bring them back to the Fusang Sea Festival.

Yunshuang asked with her eyes: What is the Sea Festival?

Jiang Guanchao didn't understand.

Yunshuang took his uninjured hand and wrote in his palm.

Jiang Guanchao frowned as his palms itched.

Yun Shuang looked at him unwillingly, and spread out her palm.

Jiang Guanchao had no choice but to write on the palm of her hand with his cold fingertips: Similar to using boys and girls to sacrifice to the God of the River, this group of Fuso killers are worshiping the God of the Sea.

That is to say, these babies will be thrown into the sea alive after being captured back to Fusang.

It's so cruel and inhumane!

Sacrificing to the river god has been explicitly prohibited as early as the previous dynasty, and if caught, they will be beheaded.

Unexpectedly, this group of Fusang killers would do such a thunderous thing.

What's even worse is that they actually came to the Central Plains to arrest children.

Yunshuang's eyes turned cold.

Soon, she thought of something and wrote on the palm of Jiang Guanchao's hand: From Fusang to the Central Plains, you will pass by Qianshan Island. Will they also go to Qianshan Island to catch the children?

Jiang Guanchao wrote back: Probably not. There are so many experts on Qianshan Island that it is not easy to succeed. Secondly, the young man with a Beijing accent deliberately lured these Fusang killers to Dazhou to arrest them.

Soon, his suspicion was confirmed.

The middle-aged Fusang killer said: Our people died in the Wei family!

The young man said: I have provided everything I can, including the topographic map of the Wei family. Besides, I have advised you that the Wei family is not that easy to break into. If you want to send one, just send the most powerful killer. You should take it lightly. Who’s to blame?”

The middle-aged man scolded: Didn't you say that the Central Plains is very safe? Qin Canglan is not here, and Wei Xu is not here either. It is easy to catch children! But only one of the people we sent out just came back!

The young man paused: Wei's family are all in the capital, so there's no reason to chase them to the small town. Are you sure your killer is not too weak?

The Fuso Killer is murderous and murderous.

The young man looked nonchalant.

The middle-aged man said coldly: You better not lie, that child from the Wei family has the blood of the emperor, otherwise, you will die in an ugly way!

The young man smiled lightly, and said: The Wei family is a descendant of Emperor Wu, and that child has the purest Emperor Phoenix blood, which is the best sacrifice to the gods.

Yunshuang's eyes flashed.

This person knows the Wei family so well... and when he mentioned the Wei family, there was irrepressible hatred in his tone.

Aren’t all the enemies of the Wei family dead?

Who is he?

The middle-aged man said to the young man: The witch will come to Dazhou in person to receive the blood of the Emperor Phoenix dedicated to the gods. If you lie, your end will be worse than death!

The young man smiled politely and prepared to leave.

Jiang Guanchao was also ready to take action.

Excluding the six people in this room, there are more than a dozen other rooms, adding up to about twenty Fusang killers.

Yunshuang wrote: Can you do it?

Jiang Guanchao wrote coldly: Don't say that men can't do it casually.

Yun Shuang retracted her hand and hugged Wei Xiaobao over.

You will be far away in a while...

Before Jiang Guanchao finished speaking, Yunshuang had already disappeared with Wei Xiaobao in his arms.

Jiang Guanchao is a killer, not a counselor. The most straightforward way for him to deal with his enemies is to kill them.

What's more, these Fuso killers should be killed, and leaving them alone will only lead to endless troubles.

Jiang Guanchao broke through the roof with one sword, and with thunderous force, he slashed down on everyone in the house.

This sword can split mountains and rivers, and shatter the world!

Several Fuso killers didn't even have time to scream, and they flew out with the ninja swords in their hands.

Two people died on the spot because their veins were shattered, and the other two broke off the stone pillars outside the house and were pressed to the ground by the huge pillars.

The middle-aged man rushed out with a gray head on his head and looked at him coldly: Who are you?!

Jiang Guanchao said coldly: A dead person has no right to ask about my name.

At this time, the Fuso killer who was deliberately released by Jiang Guanchao spoke: That's him! He also has a companion! It's a woman in purple... uhhhh-

Jiang Guanchao killed him with a sword.

The middle-aged man gave the order in Fusang dialect, and everyone used the Fusang secret technique and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Guanchao raised his hands and covered his eyes with a black hairband.

He held the sword with one hand and caught the almost inaudible movement in the wind.

One sword, one life.

The sword has no false moves, and every move is fatal.

This is not a master from the Central Plains... who is he?!

The middle-aged man asked the young man angrily.

The young man's eyes moved: The leader of the Killer Alliance, Jiang Guanchao.

This name was so taboo that the middle-aged man's expression changed when he heard it, and he ordered in Fusang dialect: Get out!

Jiang Guanchao jumped up to the roof and stood under the dome: No one can escape.

The most important part of Fuso's secret technique is Qinggong. It can be said that all Fuso killers are Qinggong masters.

However, no matter how hard they try, Jiang Guanchao always follows them.

Continuing like this is not an option.

If caught, everyone will die!

The middle-aged man had something on his mind and talked to one of his subordinates in Fusang dialect.

The men immediately stopped, saluted in the direction of their hometown, turned around and rushed toward Jiang Guanchao.

He is no match for Jiang Guanchao.

Jiang Guanchao quickly defeated him and once again caught up with the fleeing group.

Everyone climbed onto the cliff suspension bridge.

A middle-aged man cuts off his back.

Suddenly, he turned around, pulled out his knife, and slashed the suspension bridge.

The Fuso killers were well prepared. The leader tied the rope to the big tree opposite, and the others all grabbed the long rope.

There was a knot at the end of the rope, which was tied to the mechanism around the middle-aged man's waist.

Jiang Guanchao was not so lucky.

He could either pounce and grab the ropes of the Fuso killers, but the price was that he would be pierced by the middle-aged man's ninja sword.

Either he grabs his own end of the suspension bridge, but it's obviously too late.

He suddenly fell into the abyss and was met with the fate of being shattered into pieces.

Suddenly, an old hand clasped his wrist tightly.

There was thunder and lightning and strong winds.

Jiang Guanchao raised his head and saw Mr. Qiu's face full of vicissitudes of life.

I failed to wean off the medicine, and it actually failed at the beginning of the month. I still couldn’t survive the storm, and I still need to continue practicing.