Crossing the famine, the special agent peasant girl blows up one by one

The second brother took Qu Qiuning to the guest rooms on the third floor. There were three rooms. Qu Qiuning and Fatty lived in the middle one, and Gu Nanxuan and his two companions, as well as Cheng Yi and Song Yanfeng, lived in the next rooms.

Cheng Yi didn't know why Qu Qiuning arranged him and Song Yanfeng to live in the same room. He just didn't like this guy.

After packing everything up, she told Pang Ya and Qu Xinglan to stay in the room and not leave until she came back.

Qu Qiuning knocked on the door of Chengyi's room.

"Master Cheng, come with me for a while, and Master Feng, stay in the inn to look after Xinglan," Qu Qiuning ordered.

"Aning, let me go with you. Brother Cheng has bad legs and feet, so I'll go!"

Song Yanfeng ran over and blocked Qu Qiuning's way with a flattering look on his face.

"Get out of the way," Qu Qiuning glared at Song Yanfeng. He must have his own plans for keeping him here. This kid dared to disobey his orders.

Seeing the displeasure on Qu Qiuning's face, Song Yanfeng slowly moved away to make way.

"Aning, you have to come back soon. I will be waiting for you."

Song Yanfeng looked very worried.

Qu Qiuning stopped the step he had just taken and looked back at Song Yanfeng. This kid was so disgusting all day long, and she really wanted to kick him.

Qu Qiuning took Cheng Yi out of the door. Song Yanfeng closed the door and sat at the table, deep in thought. From the moment he entered the city, he had not found any trace of his subordinates along the way.

He didn't know where An Ye was, and he didn't know where his father had gone or what his current situation was.

Song Yanfeng walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the passers-by downstairs.

Suddenly, Song Yanfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Come out!" There was a hint of coldness in his tone.

Song Yanfeng turned around and saw an ordinary-looking man walking out from behind the bed curtain.

As soon as the man came out, he knelt down in front of Song Yanfeng and said, "I failed to protect the master. Please punish me."

Song Yanfeng's face lit up with joy. The voice belonged to An Ye, so he called out "An Ye".

"Master, it's me. I've been looking for you for a long time and I'm very worried."

An Ye tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a handsome face.

Song Yanfeng walked forward and helped An Ye, who was kneeling on the ground, up.

"Are you all okay?"

Dark Night stood up and said, "Well, the brothers are all fine. Now the twenty-three of them are temporarily placed outside the city."

As he spoke, An Ye lowered his head, "Seventeen and Nineteen were fighting the enemy in the Despair Forest."

After hearing this, Song Yanfeng clenched his fists. His team of 25 people was an elite group that his father had selected for him when he was a child and that had trained with him.

Being able to kill both of them, it seems that the enemy came prepared.

"Have you discovered where the enemy is coming from?" Song Yanfeng asked in a cold tone.

"Judging from his skills, he seems to be from the Underworld." An Ye told Song Yanfeng some details of the fight with the enemy.

"Mingge? Mingge again." There was a flash of murderous intent in Song Yanfeng's eyes.

"Any news about my father?"

An Ye shook his head. They had been investigating but had no clues.

"Master, what happened to you in the jungle? I can't find your trace."

Song Yanfeng took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "I fell into a foreign tribe and almost died, but fortunately a woman saved me."

"But what about the dark-skinned woman at the dinner table?" An Ye asked nervously.

"Well, now I'll give you a task. You send someone to secretly protect her. She is related to my life. If she dies, I die too. Do you understand?" Song Yanfeng was worried that someone would do something bad to Qu Qiuning.

"Also, don't reveal my identity." Song Yanfeng added.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." An Ye put on a human skin mask, walked behind the bed and disappeared.

Qu Qiuning, whom Song Yanfeng was worried about, was looking for a beggar's nest in Jincheng at this time.

Gu Nanxuan's money was stolen, so he could definitely get the news from beggars. So Qu Qiuning spent a few coins to get information from a beggar about the three or four beggar dens in Jincheng.

I searched two places where beggars gathered, but found no useful information.

Qu Qiuning and Cheng Yi came to the third beggars' gathering place, which was a few dilapidated houses without doors or windows.

As Qu Qiuning walked to the door, a foul odor hit her nose.

The arrival of Qu Qiuning and Cheng Yi attracted the attention of the beggars around them. They all looked at Qu Qiuning, wondering what had happened that had brought him to this beggars' den.

Qu Qiuning took out a silver ingot, placed it in his palm, and looked at the beggars around him.

"I came here to inquire about something. If someone knows and tells me, then this ingot of silver will be his."

The beggars around saw the big silver ingot in Qu Qiuning's hand and their eyes lit up. It was exactly ten taels.

An old beggar came out of the house, speaking casually in a hoarse voice.

"Girl, what's going on?"

"This morning, my brother's money was stolen from the notice board. I have asked other places like yours, but to no avail.

If any of you know, please tell me."

As Qu Qiuning spoke, she observed the movements and expressions of every beggar around her. She was an agent and had received a lot of training in psychology.

The beggars around were all racking their brains, but still had no clues.

At this time, a little beggar about four years old stood up and said, "This morning, I saw Brother Axu begging at the notice board."

"Where is he now?" Qu Qiuning walked over and took the little beggar's hand and asked.

The young beggar looked at the old beggar next to him and didn't say anything.

The old beggar sighed and looked into the house. "He was inside. I brought him back from the street at noon. He was covered in wounds and I didn't know if he could survive.

Qu Qiuning walked into the house full of stench. There was hay on the floor. A boy of about eleven or twelve was curled up in the corner with his eyes closed.

Qu Qiuning walked over, squatted down and examined the boy. As soon as he examined him, Qu Qiuning frowned.

The child has a fever, and judging from the bruises on his face, he has been beaten.

The child is now feverish and confused, so it seems impossible to ask him anything.

"Master Cheng, please help him up and take him back."

Qu Qiuning said to Cheng Yi who was standing beside him.

"Miss Qiu Ning, are you sure you want to take him back?" Cheng Yi was very confused.

Qu Qiuning dusted off his hands.

"Well, take it back. Maybe he knows where the silver is."

Cheng Yi picked up the young boy, Qu Qiuning walked out of the house and handed the silver ingot to the old beggar.

"Buy some food for the kids."

The old beggar carefully took the silver, took the young beggar's hand and prepared to kowtow to Qu Qiuning, but Qu Qiuning stopped him.

Cheng Yi had just taken two steps while holding the child when suddenly a hand grabbed his ankle.

Cheng Yi looked down and saw a beggar-like man holding his feet tightly, with a small wooden dagger in his other hand.

Cheng Yi was shocked and took a closer look. He saw the words "Serve the country with loyalty and dedication" engraved on the dagger.

"Yunfeng" Cheng Yi shouted excitedly, then he put the young boy down and helped up the Yunfeng he mentioned.

"Yunfeng, Yunfeng, what's wrong with you?"