On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yin Ding's shout immediately made Dagur think that the city guards who came in were here to arrest him.

After Yin Ding shouted, he ran towards the city guard. In his panic, he seemed to accidentally trip and fell on the city guard.

The city guard stretched out his hand purely subconsciously, looked down at Yin Ding, and Yin Ding just raised his head and grinned at him.

There were small dimples, small white teeth, but there was a coldness in the small eyes. The city guard felt a chill in his heart, and he intuitively felt that something was not good.

He wanted to pull his hand away, but Yin Ding's chubby hands were like iron pliers and couldn't be shaken off at all. The uneasiness in his heart became even stronger, and the soldier's keenness made him feel threatened.

However, it was too late.

Yin Ding used both arms to gently drag and push him. In a blink of an eye, Yin Ding ran out, and he was used as a human shield and thrown directly towards Dagur behind him.

What's even worse is that after Yin Ding let go of his arm, he easily pulled out his waist knife and threw it back.

Dagur caught the sword firmly and then moved his hand forward, sending it straight into the heart of the city guard.

This time it was really fatal.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one has time to react.

As if as soon as he opened his eyes, the silver ingot ran away, the city guard died, and hot blood splashed on Dagur's face.

The scene fell silent, followed by screams and shouts.

There was a sound of horse hooves at the gate below, and someone shouted: "Don't move, be quiet!"

The people from the governor's office have arrived.

The detectives of the governor's office had long been at odds with the city guards. What's more, such a big incident happened on New Year's Eve. Several brothers were injured, and even Cui Chong almost died. They are still recovering from their injuries.

They came in filled with anger, rushed to the second floor, and saw that the deputy general of the city guard had been stabbed to death. They suddenly felt at a loss, and they didn't know where to use the knife they pulled out.

But at the same time, a loud exclamation echoed in my mind: Wonderful!

After all, the murderer still needs to be caught. Dagur took off his hat, his eyes were red, and he was holding a knife dripping with blood. He looked like a crazy outsider.

Is this still available?

The remaining city guards had no time to think about anything else, so they quickly supported the deputy general and tried to save him in vain.

They were pushed aside by the policemen, who swarmed up and surrounded Dagur. The fragrance effect on Dagur's body had begun to drain out. It was not so fast originally, because after walking with the silver ingot for several rounds, it accelerated his As the blood flows, some of the effectiveness is dispersed.

As soon as the effect wore off, he also felt tired. His whole body felt a little limp, and his knife seemed extremely heavy. When the detectives captured him, they made a big mistake.

By the time the policemen tied up the people, the deputy general who was protecting the city had completely given up. They wanted someone, but how could the policeman give it to them? They were jealous, fought, and killed people. The governor's office should report them wherever they went. business.

They settled the matter in a few words. The city guard wanted to say that it was not a matter of jealousy at all, but they had no idea what to say. After the argument, they lost their leader and had to watch the police officers take Dagur away.

Yin Ding snickered secretly, it’s done! This was more reasonable than them taking it by hand. He quickly followed up and escorted them secretly to avoid anything going wrong.

When we get to the place and people are thrown into prison, then the dust will settle.

He followed the policeman away, and the abbot, Beibei and the others also breathed a sigh of relief.

Say hello and disperse with the beggars.

Uncle Gan'er left first with a few young beggars, carrying the money given by the abbot. Beibei took off the beggar's clothes from the abbot and took a step behind.

As soon as he turned the corner, the pole bumped into a strong and hard chest, and he immediately felt a chill.

As soon as he raised his head, his eyes immediately shrank.

Su Langtai's eyes were like those of an eagle, his sword was half out of its sheath, and he locked onto him like he was staring at prey.

"Is this a trap set by you?"

Surangtai saw everything outside. If he hadn't followed him, if he hadn't reported the news, the city guard wouldn't have been able to come so quickly. But he didn't expect that there was a silver ingot on it. Not only could Dagur not escape, but even the city guard could not escape. The deputy general of the army also joined in.

He couldn't show up, and he couldn't get both of them in, but he had to say this.

Uncle Gan'er subconsciously yelled: "Run!"

Several little beggars ran away.

"Tell Biao..."

Uncle Gan'er said this with all his strength. The abbot was in a trance when he heard it. He tried to listen carefully again, but there was no sound.

The abbot held on to the leather hat he had just put on. He didn't think he had heard wrongly.

I walked slowly over there, my heart beating faster involuntarily. Before I could cross the road, a few beggars turned back.

Behind him are the bright lights of the brothel, and in front of him is a large shadow. The night wind is chilling, blowing up the remaining snow on the ground, and carrying a strong smell of blood.

The abbot took a breath and saw a black shadow like a ferocious beast. It caught up with him and chopped down the two little beggars.

If he chased her again, he would have to cross the street, but he didn't step forward again. He retreated into the shadows, ran into the night in three or two steps, and disappeared.

The abbot's breath was choked in his throat, and he staggered across the road. The little beggar who escaped death was pale and his lips were trembling.

"Brother Biao, Uncle Gan'er called you before he died, probably to tell you to be careful."

The abbot turned back stiffly: "...dying?!"

……

Yan Ruyu just listened to Feng Xiao's summary of what happened, and felt that the matter was done beautifully, with no danger, and it was enough for the abbot to be stunned for a while.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the space shook. Yan Ruyu leaned on the pillow, as if she closed her eyes to rest, and her consciousness retreated into the space.

Before Yan Ruyu could speak, she heard the abbot's voice trembling: "Ruyu, Ruyu, are you there? There's been a death on my side! Uncle Gan'er is dead..."

Huo Changhe was just thinking about what to do when he saw the governor, and saw Yan Ruyu opening her eyes, her face slightly darkened.

"Change direction."

The carriage turned around and galloped along.

When Yan Ruyu got out of the car, she could still smell the bloody smell of space gas.

There were tears on the abbot's face, and his face was frozen stiff. Seeing Yan Ruyu was like seeing a relative, and tears almost flowed out again.

Yan Ruyu waved her hands, silently comforting her, and when she came closer, she saw the body of the old beggar Uncle Gan'er lying in a pool of blood, with the snow on his body dyed red.

There were only corpses, no trace of the head.

His fingers were curled up, still holding an ingot of silver.

A little beggar next to him sobbed: "Gang'er has no children and treats us as his own children. He also said that he would take us to buy some new cotton-padded jackets tomorrow."

The abbot finally couldn't help but shed tears. He lowered his head and his tears fell into the snow.

Yan Ruyu's throat was clogged: "What kind of person is the murderer? Have you seen it clearly?"

Several people sobbed, but no one said a word.

Huo Changhe said solemnly: "If you want to avenge him and don't want his death to be in vain, then think carefully and cheer up! He won't survive even if you cry, so why not work together to catch the murderer."

Several little beggars had red eyes and stopped crying. One of them thought for a while and said: "He is very tall and strong, and he holds a knife in his hand."

"It's...a machete!"