This person was none other than Zhao Mingtang, who was talking to Master Mu Xiang in a secret farm outside the city.

Now his face is faintly blue and he looks miserable.

There is no trace of the arrogance and rudeness that I had before.

Even more unexpected.

It only took a little rabbit to assassinate Prince Zhongqin, but it would have such tragic consequences.

At this time.

All the branches and strongholds of the Burning Incense Sect in Yangzhou City were cleared away by He Xing'an and the three major salt merchants.

Even Master Mu Xiang died in a remote alley.

Not even a last word was left behind.

The foundation laid in Yangzhou over the years was destroyed in one fell swoop.

He didn't even know that He Xing'an, who was killed that day, not only wiped out all the Yangzhou Incense Sect strongholds.

He also went to Yangzhou Prefect’s Yamen to offer a reward of three thousand taels of silver, and issued Zhang Hai’s arrest documents.

I wrote Nian Jia’s place of origin, drew a picture of him, and hung them up everywhere.

Even if he can escape today, he will still be a living banknote in the world.

It’s still a full three thousand taels.

Zhao Mingtang stopped.

Look at the three people who walked out of the main hall in the front yard first.

The three of them are all young, their clothes are luxurious, and their faces are more delicate than the other.

Faintly, the young boy in the middle is the leader.

These three people are of course Jia Cong and Tu Yao Qi Youlu.

Following closely behind were a group of about a dozen teenagers, both half-grown and older.

Zhao Mingtang was surprised.

The courtyard of the Lin Mansion has been abandoned for a long time since the death of the Anzi. When did such a group of people live in it?

Are they still half-grown teenagers?

Jia Cong saw that he was covered in blood and his face was gray and blue, and he smiled silently.

"Any last words?"

"Hurry up and tell me so we can get on our way."

"Many people will die in your hands tonight. After all, the road to hell is far away. Don't let people wait too long."

When Zhao Mingtang heard this, he became even more confused.

"This is the residence of Mr. Lin Ruhailin, the salt inspector!"

"You, you actually collude with government and businessmen?!"

Jia Cong and Tu Yao Qi Youlu looked at each other and laughed.

"This brain circuit is simple to describe, not bad, I like it!"

"You can even compare to Brother An!"

Jia Le pushed Jia An and winked with laughter.

Each of them knows that Jia An is simple-minded and cannot think of complicated things.

Jia Cong laughed enough before he cursed: "Bangchui!"

"Your injury is not that simple. The knife edge in Yanxiao Nursing Home is poisonous."

"If you don't tell me your last words, I'll bet you a tael of silver that you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Zhao Mingtang subconsciously looked at the wound.

With one hand, he tightly wrapped the strip of cloth on the wound.

Seeing the dark color of blood, I felt panicked.

My voice was shaking.

"You, what do you want to know..."

Tu Yao smiled and said: "Isn't this asking some nonsense?"

"What is there about your Incense Cult that is worth knowing?"

"Speak out and it's all going to happen!"

Jia Cong stared at Zhao Mingtang with his peach blossom eyes.

He shouted in a deep voice: "What is your name, and your status in the Incense Sect!"

"Where is the rudder? Who is the Buddha Mother?"

"On the second day of February, where are you going to start the uprising?"

"How many people are participating? How large is it?"

"Is the purpose to kill officials, or to rebel?!"

Zhao Mingtang was stared at by Jia Cong's peach blossom eyes.

I don’t know why I feel more and more panicked and out of control.

He answered vaguely: "Zhao Mingtang, burn incense and teach Buddhists..."

"The chief rudder is in Shandong, and the Buddha's mother is Wang Xin'er..."

"The location of the incident was in Jin..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly.

Just listen to the sound of "whoosh"!

A cold arrow flew from outside the courtyard gate, deep in the dark night!

Hit Zhao Mingtang directly in the back of the head, three points into the bone!

Obviously he won’t survive!

"Chase!"

Jia Cong's "Chai Zi" has just been exported.

A group of Qilin Guards and a group of hidden guards stood up and galloped away in the direction from which the cold arrows flew!

"Twelve Laws, keep up!"

Jia Cong pulled out the gun from his waist and followed closely with the twelve laws.

Zheng Duofu's face was gloomy, and he quickly rushed into the small woods by the lake!

That night, Prince Zhongqin led them in a circle in the woods.

This silencer is like this again tonight!

Among all the people, Qi Youlu has the fastest movement.

Even.

He could vaguely see the man in front of him wearing the official uniform of Mansion Lin!

Qi Youlu sped up and rushed towards the man like an eagle!

But suddenly I felt something was wrong!

That figure was nothing more than a Lin Mansion long-sleeved shirt, hanging on a tree branch.

The golden cicada escapes from its shell!

"Bastard!" Qi Youlu cursed in a low voice.

Waiting to adjust direction.

Suddenly I saw a flash of fire flashing through the deep woods!

Then there was a loud "bang"!

Jia Cong's gun fired first!

The next moment.

Just listen to Jia Cong shout in a deep voice: "Twelve Laws!"

"Front right, aiming at the initial position!"
To be continued...