Chapter 562

It's a troubled time. Bandits, thieves and rogue bandits don't stop.

Governor Zhou is smart.

"What bandit? Where did you report it?" He asked hurriedly.

General Peng looked a little strange.

"What bandits and thieves don't know." He said, "it was said by a bandit who was lucky to fall off the cliff and didn't die. It was said that the ferocious bandits robbed and killed them."

The bandit said he was robbed and killed by the bandit.

Governor Zhou was stunned.

It's not without it. There's a lot of black food.

"What kind of bandit is it?" He looked nervously at the gate of the city. Miss Jun and her party had long been invisible.

General Peng shook his head.

"The bandit was badly hurt. He died just by saying this." He said, touching his head, "but miss Jun shouldn't be so unlucky."

After saying that, he shrugged again when he saw governor Zhou staring at him.

"Maybe there are no such bandits and thieves at all. It's the dying guy who is scared and confused and talks nonsense." He added hurriedly.

Last week, the governor of the city gate and general Peng watched Miss Jun go away, while several royal guards on the roadside outside the city gate were also watching Miss Jun off.

"I haven't seen Lord Jin for a long time." A royal guards said, frowning slightly, "have you gone back?"

"Would you like to ask Miss Jun?" Said the other.

The head shook his head.

"Lord Jin only asked us to help once. The rest didn't give orders, and we were not allowed to ask about Miss Jun." He said.

He turned his horse's head when he said this.

"It's important to follow Lord Lu's order first and find the trace of Cheng Guogong's son."

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There is no one above the main road in the middle of the sun, and the villages dotted not far away are also uninhabited. It looks particularly bleak in the middle of winter.

A person slowly emerged from the roadside gully, carefully observed the surroundings, and was slapped on the head before looking twice.

"Look at you!"

A broken Gong shouted.

"What's terrible? We are thieves, not ghosts."

In fact, thieves can't see the light.

The beaten man shrunk his head and belly to discuss, but he didn't dare to say it. Let him open the way and look at the strong man standing behind him.

The man was more than thirty pairs, with a scar on his face, which made him more ferocious. He held two axes in his waist.

As he jumped onto the road, twenty or thirty people behind him also jumped up from the gully, one by one with evil spirits.

"Everyone said that Qingyuan mansion was still prosperous." The scar man looked at the front, his eyes flashing greedy, "sure enough, it looks sparsely populated, but there is no sense of desolation."

He said, rubbing his hands.

"Brothers, we can have a good fat winter."

The men behind them shouted and screamed.

The man who had led the way was still timid.

"Brother Dao, in Qingyuan Prefecture, it is said that there are a gang of bandits who specialize in killing bandits." He whispered, "the other bandits were either killed or ran away."

Brother Dao sniffed.

"What kind of bandit who specializes in killing bandits." He said, "it's just black eating black."

He waved a pair of axes in his hand.

"I'm not afraid. Whether he's a bandit, thief or a good citizen, he'll die if he meets me."

The men behind them also shouted with knives and axes.

"Walk around, find fat sheep and cook meat." Brother Dao said, take the first step.

The crowd was busy following.

The more I walked along the road, the happier I became. I even found a locked gate in a village with captive chickens inside.

This shows that the owner of the house only goes out for a while and will come back to visit in the middle.

"Qingyuan mansion is really doing well." The scar man shouted, "I wouldn't be in this mood anywhere else."

After that, he split the wooden door with an axe.

The men swarmed in and tossed the yard. Unfortunately, they didn't find money and rice.

I didn't get much from sweeping all the way through the village. In the end, I just hung more than a dozen chickens on my body.

"That's a good sign." The scar man said, "an empty village can harvest, and we will soon meet fat sheep."

Everyone was excited and happy, but the man who led the way looked uneasy and always looked around carefully.

"Aren't all the powerful bandits and thieves you said legendary?" A man whispered to him, "no one has seen it at all. Don't spoil the boss's fun. The boss has no good temper. Be careful he cuts it and cooks it."

Because all the bandits and thieves who saw that group died.

The guide man's lips moved, looked at the scar man in front, thought of seeing them eat human flesh by chance, his face turned white, swallowed the words to his mouth, squeezed out a smile, raised the broken knife in his hand and shouted.

As soon as they got out of the village, they heard a sudden noise of horses' hooves, and a line of horses came face to face on the road.

Brother Dao and others stopped, and the team was also busy reining in, which seemed to be startled.

This is a line of eleven people, most of whom are thin men in their 30s and 40s. They seem to be carrying something on their horses, and there is a young woman in this group.

Brother Dao and his party suddenly brightened their eyes and showed surprise.

"Fat sheep!" They shouted.

"Bandits and thieves!" At the same time, the other party shouted.

Their eyes seemed to brighten and their faces were pleasantly surprised.

pleasantly surprised? No.

Brother Dao and others were stunned. They should be frightened.

Yes, it must be a shock.

"Brothers." Scar waved the knife in his hand.

Scar is different from other bandits and thieves. He never talks about threatening things like this road is open.

Bandits and thieves can kill and rob directly. It's not a show. What are you doing with all that nonsense.

"Do it."

Scar opens his mouth, but finds that a voice speaks out before him.

Are you your brothers?

No, it's a female voice.

How could it be a female voice? Did you hear wrong?

His thoughts flashed, and he saw that the man opposite clamped the horse's belly, and the horse immediately raised its hooves.

Want to run?

Think we can't help it? We've been horse thieves for years!

Scar sneered and subconsciously touched the horse trip rope in his waist, but the next moment he found that those people didn't want to run, but rushed towards them. At the same time, he pulled out a long gun from the horse's back like a magic trick.

what the hell!

Scar's eyes stared round and his mind didn't turn. The long gun was in front of him. Thanks to his years of experience and instinct, he lifted the axe.

With a clatter, the shiny gun head hit the axe with sparks.

Scar felt numb at the edge of the tiger. The axe almost fell to the ground. He staggered back and escaped at any rate.

But the others were not as lucky as him, and a scream sounded in their ears.

Scar felt that his scalp was numb. These men rushed into front of them on horses, with long guns in their hands, and forked his brothers to the ground like a fork fish.

In the blink of an eye, twenty-four people were nailed to the ground, and seven or eight others were kicked down by horses and rolled on the ground.

Screams continued.

What's going on?

"It's them!"

A man's scream came from behind.

"It's them! They're the people who kill thieves!"

No, really?

And so unlucky to be met by them?

Scar was confused.

Run if you can't fight. This is also the secret of scar survival for so many years.

"Fight with them." He shouted and smashed the axe into the people and horses in front of him. It seemed to attack, but he turned and ran back to the village.

As long as he runs into the village, he will have a chance not to be caught by these people.

But after only three or four steps, a long gun penetrated him from behind.

Scar slowly fell to the ground and didn't move.

Unfortunately, I only robbed one chicken.

The scream had gradually subsided, and the men on horses rose and fell, and a bandit and thief was reaped.

The man who led the way looked at the sickle in front of him. For a moment, he forgot his fear and looked at the man behind him.

On the road, a young woman was still sitting on a horse. Her face was soft and gentle, as if she were enjoying the beautiful winter scenery.

But he remembered that it was a female voice.

It was the soft female voice that turned them into slaughtered lambs.

It turns out that the leader of this gang of bandits is a woman.

He saw it, he knew it, but he was dying.

With a puff, the sickle cut his neck.

The last man fell to the ground and twitched a few times.

Silence was restored on the road.

"Finish." Said Miss Jun. the horse crossed a dead body and stepped on the blood.

The men thrust their long guns and sickles back under their horses to cover them and urge them to keep up.