Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

The scarlet blood fell into the mud.

The man grabbed his shoulders and gasped, like a piece of firewood burning rapidly in a bonfire.

"You better leave quickly... I'm afraid I can't hold on for much longer... Tell the boss about these things!"

The pain of the arrow tearing his arm spread inch by inch. He frowned and his whole body was soaked in mud.

"If we're going to leave, we're going to leave together. Back when we used the ground as our furnace and the grass as our incense... we said we didn't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we asked to die on the same day, month, and year!"

He tried his best to pull the man out, but the cave was narrow and he could not see the situation in front of him while pulling the man. He moved out smoothly with his arms pressed against the stone walls.

"Things have come to this... If we don't leave now, I'm afraid both you and I will die here!"

"The person who came out of this cave... is definitely not a sword-wielding constable from the imperial court..."

Blood was flowing from his lips.

One of them pushed his brother forward with all his strength.

"If I die... I will still have you. But if you die, then... everything will be gone... everything will be gone!"

He gave a wry smile.

"When I did these unscrupulous things, I knew that the Bodhisattva would not let me go... I prayed to the Bodhisattva every day... I should have known that I had committed a grave sin..."

Before he could finish his words, the crisp sound of a knife was heard in the dark cave.

A slender figure dressed in black, like a ghost, stood at the entrance of the cave.

The cold blade was against his neck almost instantly, leaving him no time to react.

“Since you want to repent, why not confess all your sins?”

"Hiding the truth will only make you seem more selfish."

The cold female voice was particularly clear in this silent cave, and both of them were shocked.

Under the black iron mask, they saw a faint red light crisscrossing.

The blade cut through the flesh, about an inch in size.

Blood dripped along the inky blade. The ghostly figure held the hilt of the knife, his wrist did not tremble at all, and his grip was as steady as a rock.

"You are...you are...the emperor's running dog!"

The pattern on the blade made him feel familiar yet strange. A vague guess came to his mind and the man turned around.

I saw a shadow guard in a black dress, looking down at me condescendingly.

He said...he said...if he was a sword-carrying constable sent by the county government, how could he not die after being shot by several arrows!

The sword-carrying constable was only wearing constable's clothes, and the most valuable thing on his body was the sword on his waist.

With their abilities, dealing with a few armed constables would be an easy task.

"Whose lackeys are you?"

"Do you know what crime it is to privately mine the imperial ore?"

Zhao Changlin showed no mercy and moved a few inches closer. Even if he killed the man with one knife, there would be no loss.

However, two mouths always know much more than one.

"Just kill me!"

"I'm telling you, the lackeys of the imperial court... Even if I die here today, I will not... tell anyone what I know!"

The sound of cursing and swearing continued to be heard.

Zhao Changlin didn't tolerate it. He kicked the man with his black boots and knocked him to the ground.

He flipped his wrist, pointed the black handle downward, and hit the back of the man's head with a sharp sound.

His eyes became dizzy and he passed out.

Retracting the hilt of the knife, Zhao Changlin looked up and happened to meet the eyes of another big man in front of her. Under the mask, she curled her lips and smiled.

"Want to go?"

The big man's backward movement naturally did not escape Zhao Changlin's eyes. With his elbow against the blade, Zhao Changlin stabbed him with his backhand.

The big man was obviously also a martial artist, but in this narrow tunnel, he couldn't move freely. He didn't understand why the shadow guard in front of him, who was wearing heavy armor, could move so quickly and agilely.

Sparks flew as the blade scratched the stone wall, leaving a deep groove.

The man's arm was almost cut off in its entirety. He grimaced in pain, but still refused to admit defeat.

He had heard from the boss before that the emperor's dungeon was not a place for human beings to stay. It was a pitch-black cellar with countless iron nets separating the rooms. The black sewage was above the shoulders, leaving only the head visible.

There are blood-sucking leeches, spiders, and water snakes constantly thrown into the sewage...

The purpose is to make these people with hard-mouthed people speak.

Although this trick is insidious, it is effective.

Naturally, the people applauded the practice of water dungeons, because those who were imprisoned in water dungeons were all extremely evil and vicious.

The local people have long hated this.

"Even if I die..."

Having said this, Zhao Changlin turned the blade over and swung it down again. The big man was like a deflated ball, limp as mud, and fell in the tunnel.

"Your Majesty...how do you deal with these two?"

The shadow guard who had finally stopped the bleeding rushed over, only to see that His Highness was alone and had subdued the two men.

They were terrified before they finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bowed.

"Wash the blood and mud off their faces, lock them up in the prison, and find two shadow guards who can ask questions to watch them day and night, using both soft and hard tactics."

She wanted to see who was behind this and who had all the power.

Since they have the ability to mine privately, the local county government should probably conduct a thorough investigation.

"Yes, I will obey your majesty's order!"

.........

He moved a bamboo chair and sat down.

Xia Zhiyuan looked leisurely at the blacksmith who was being held in place by him and unable to move.

"Okay, keep talking."

"The man wrapped in black asked you to order a batch of arrows... Was this fine iron also brought here by them?"

"Yes, and... they said that this batch of goods was only provided to their people... I was timid at that time, thinking that the imperial court has always been very strict about ore... where did they get such high-quality refined iron!"

How could the blacksmith, who knew the price of iron ore well, not know the trick involved?

It's just that he didn't have the courage to say it.

"Since they have fine iron... why do they ask you to make arrows?"

As the saying goes, don't show off your wealth.

If the news that they have the fine iron leaks out, they will be in big trouble.

"Of course it is... of course it is those rough people who are not well-trained... Even if this fine iron is in their hands, it is just like a wild boar that cannot eat fine bran!"

"A good piece of iron can be turned into scrap metal. Any blacksmith would feel heartbroken when seeing this!"

When talking about his excitement, Zhou Asan seemed to be very proud. After all, in the entire Longcheng and the surrounding area, who's blacksmithing skills could be as good as his?

Isn't that bullshit!

"So you just asked them to join the gang?"

Xia Zhiyuan saw through the question that the blacksmith was avoiding and refused to mention at a glance. She continued, "So in exchange, you got... the address of the iron mine, right?"