On the official road, several cavalrymen were galloping at extremely fast speed. The people and players who were walking on the official road could almost only see them passing by themselves, leaving behind a figure, and finally they could only see the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

Time has entered March of the new year, and four months have passed since the end of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. The end of that battle is not the end for many visionary officials in the court, but for many people, it has ended.

No matter how many people there are left in the Yellow Turban Army or how many people go north, they are just a number in their eyes. Since Zhang Jiao's death, the entire Yellow Turban Army has become an empty shell and has been suppressed and cannot make any waves. However, for the common people below, the Yellow Turban Rebellion has ended and has not ended, because the remaining Yellow Turban Rebellion has become bandits and scattered around.

But all this is a very distant thing for Sili and Luoyang's rule. Even if a bandit appears at the foot of the emperor, they will be strangled immediately, because the most strict and safest place in the entire Han Dynasty territory is probably the Sili area where Luoyang is located.

However, for many players, Luoyang has about to evolve into an eye of the storm and a vortex. It is about to devour everything, and it also has unlimited opportunities here.

Therefore, over the past few days, players have been coming to Luoyang, including various powerful lords and player organizations. For them, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was not a good time to bet, because in this battle, they only bet on one Han army. As for the Yellow Turban Power, the inevitability of history and the barriers to existence in this world, they were destined to never change the sky into a yellow sky, which in fact proves this.

Only what is about to happen in Luoyang City is what they want to interfere and bet. Because at this moment, Luoyang City not only has future overlords, but also a major event that determines the future game progress.

That is the curtain opened by He Jin's execution of the Ten Constables and summoning Dong Zhuo to Beijing.

The boss in the tea shed next to the official road is already very familiar with the scene of the cavalry passing by. For some time, the cavalry has become similar to passers-by. Even if it is not the Han cavalry, there are some riders who cannot be identified, which is not surprising.

Why they came and why they were in a hurry was not important to the owner of the teahouse. What was important was that his teahouse made a lot of money during this unusual period. Passers-by, including the cavalry, were all shining copper plates in his eyes.

Well, new guests are here.

The owner of the tea shed stopped the chaotic thoughts in his mind and signaled one of his subordinates to go out to serve. In order to deal with this kind of busyness, he temporarily recruited another person to help in the tea shed, so he was able to sit in the tea shed and put on the leisurely look of the boss.

Several cavalrymen stopped in front of the tea shed, and the leading cavalry jumped off the horse, and the three cavalrymen behind him followed him and jumped off the horse one after another. They stood steadily behind the leading cavalry. Inadvertently, the three of them protected the gap beside and behind the cavalry for the leading cavalry.

Their hands pressed on the sword at their waists, and their eyes were unscrupulously scanning the teahouse. They nodded secretly until they found nothing unusual. However, their hands had not left the hilt of the sword, and their whole bodies were still tense, maintaining a state where they could take full advantage at any time, because the task they had on their bodies was so heavy that they could not slacken off.

"Customer, come, please sit inside." The waiter came up, but was taken forward by a cavalry and blocked in front of him. But this did not affect the enthusiasm he showed at all. He just felt the alert of several people and retreated by himself.

"Very good. This is rewarded for you." Seeing this scene, the cavalry couldn't help but nodded. A smile appeared on his cold face. He wiped out a few copper plates from his waist and threw them to the waiter.

"We don't need to tie our war horses in the horse shed, just tie it outside the tea shed, and feed some good grass."

"I'll get you." Xiao Er's eyes lit up. While responding to the words, he reached out to catch a few copper plates flying in the air and falling down quickly, looking overjoyed.

However, another copper plate fell to the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and stuffed the copper plate with his other hand to his waist.

This scene fell into the eyes of the leading cavalry, making the corners of his mouth curled up, and a sarcastic smile appeared.

"Prepare a pot of tea for us, and four more cages of meat buns." The leading cavalry smacked his lips. Over the past few days, the smell of birds had faded from his mouth, but Luoyang was about to arrive. He sent the letter in his arms to Luoyang City, and at that time he could open his stomach and have a big meal.

The saliva in his mouth was fermenting, and a drop was still falling from the corner of his mouth. When he reached out to wipe it, his eyes suddenly widened.

A dagger was hidden from his heart. The sharpness pierced the protection of the leather armor he was wearing and penetrated deeply into the heart of the leading cavalry. Not until this was over, the dagger owner's palm twisted gently, and the dagger turned, stirring the already broken heart into a mess.

The leading cavalry was filled with surprise and regret. Because there was no waiter in front of him? The waiter who had just been nodded and praised by his companion beside him and rewarded with a few copper plates, the waiter who bent down to pick up the copper plates was calm at this moment, and the dagger in his hand stabbed in his heart.

That kind of calmness was probably the calmness that killed a chicken and duck, without much fluctuation.

The waiter slowly pulled out the dagger, reached out and gently hugged the dead cavalry, who had no eyes closed with his eyes. He touched the cavalry with his other hand and took out the letter hidden in the cavalry's arms with great skill.

He was so plain, and tried to see that the other three cavalry beside the leading cavalry were nothing. In fact, the three cavalry died faster than the leading cavalry, because just as the waiter took action, it was accompanied by three loud bangs of machine bullets, and three crossbow arrows had already shot through the throats of the other three cavalry.

"All right, the mission is completed." The waiter chuckled, a dagger stained with blood, and didn't know where he hid the dagger again. With the screams of "killing people" in the tea shed, he walked to the front of the four war horses, got on one of them, holding the reins of the other three war horses in his hand, and left in the opposite direction.

"This..." The owner of the teahouse in the teahouse was stunned. He was thinking about how he locked out a few copper plates from Xiao Er's hand. No matter what, he could not have imagined that the waiter who was honest and dull on weekdays and who had little food and worked more often would suddenly become a murderer. He suddenly started to kill someone and even killed a cavalry who didn't know where he belonged.

When the government thought of the next inquiry, the gold and silver that had been raised and silver, the teahouse owner unconsciously shook his fat flesh and his eyes turned pale.

"Hu." A merchant with a package on his back wiped off the sweat beads on his forehead, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his chest kept rising and falling.

Just like many merchants, he was wearing clothes that were neither new nor old, and he was carrying a huge package because of the various goods on his back. There was a long sword hanging around his waist, which was a weapon used to protect himself when the merchants walked. The only difference from those merchants was that he seemed sturdy and before walking, he was also a temperament of a troop from a troop inadvertently exuding. The fierceness made people who accidentally noticed this and felt frightened.

This is probably the reason why he is very skilled and brave, and can go on the road alone, dare to take the way, and walk closer. Just cross this mountain, he enters Luoyang's territory. The closer he is to Luoyang, the more he feels more relaxed.

The merchants did not believe that there would be any ignorant thieves and bandits in Luoyang. Of course, if there were any, he would not mind letting them die. Because along the way, many thieves who looked at him alone and thought it was profitable all paid for the decisions they made.

Those people are all people with no eyes. Since they have no eyes, death is inevitable. If he is an ordinary businessman, perhaps they can succeed. It is a pity that he is not an ordinary businessman. Who would be like him? He dared to walk alone into remote corners? Because even the most bold businessman can avoid walking in remote places such as mountains and forests, and then he would not go, and even if he wanted to leave, he would walk with him.

He took out the water bag and poured it into his mouth, feeling the heat between his chest and abdomen relieved because of the water pouring in one mouthful. After shaking, the last drop of water from the water bag fell into his mouth, and then he put the water bag back and continued to lift his feet and headed towards the mountain.

"Where are you going?" When he just climbed over the small hill, another person appeared in front of the merchant.

It is extremely rare to meet another person in this wilderness. And he also met a man who leaned against a stone, kept pouring wine into his mouth, and a big gun standing next to him.

When he saw this man, Xing Shang immediately pulled out his waist knife and roared at the man. He did not hesitate at all, because this extremely rare thing was released, which was strange. As long as he felt it was strange, he would do it without hesitation to solve the strange problem.

Even if he is not threatened.

"What a ridiculous confidence." With a sneer, the man's slightly confused eyes instantly became extremely clear.

The one faster than the Shangshang was the wine jar he threw out. However, after it was thrown out, it was shattered by the Shangshang's long sword that was chopped down and turned into countless pieces of debris. The wine splashed everywhere, and a smell of wine instantly spread throughout the air.

A long spear, carrying the fragrance of wine, stabbed towards Xingshang.

"Crack." There were sounds after sound in the study room of a house in Luoyang City.

In front of the desk inside, a young man flipped the letter paper on the desk, twisted a peanut with his other hand, threw it into his mouth. When he bit his teeth, the peanut was then divided into two halves, and it started to chew and turned into powder.

He flipped through the letter paper and showed a faint smile on his face. It was not until he finished reading the last letter that his smile finally disappeared.

The letter papers on the desk are oily, messy, and many are stained with dry blood. Different contents, different handwriting, different locations, and the only thing that is the same is probably the man in front of him was reading them alone. But no matter what, these cues have been read. Only the constant crackling sounds and the constant chewing peanuts in the study are the eternal melody in the study. Of course, there is no stop, and there is the continuous turning of mind.

"Ding, sir." The door of the study was knocked.

"Come in." The man didn't look up, and then said, he twisted a peanut on his own. He gently used force to his index finger and thumb, and the layer of skin outside the peanut fell down. Looking at his feet, on the desk, and on the letter paper, there were a lot of broken skins scattered.

A boy pushed open the door and walked in. He took a letter and respectfully handed it to the man, and said, "Sir, this is the last letter."

"Is the last letter?" He raised his eyebrows and threw another peanut in his hand into his mouth. Only then did he end up with the envelope, he opened the letter and took out the letter paper with ink traces inside.

After reading carefully, he laughed softly, threw the letter paper casually on a corner of the desk, and said to himself: "It's so interesting."

"But no matter how much you hide it, it cannot change the result of your arrival in Luoyang City. But, I really look forward to how you will stir up the current storm? Even...and then plan the world!"

This last letter is also the most secret, the one that is held with the greatest expectations, and he casually threw it aside. These letters are not easy to get, but no matter how difficult it is, it is useless or useless.

"Xiaomu, how is our Old Wangji selling?" The man ignored the letter paper and asked.

"Sir, this is spring, and no one will drink our Lao Wangji in spring, right?" Boy Xiaomu replied with a bitter face.

"Oh, that's it. Then you can cut your pocket money this month by half." The man saved a loss without a trace and expressed his real goal, "Go and bring me a bowl of Lao Wangji. I have eaten too much peanuts recently, and I have a little bit of anger."

"What? Sir, are you getting angry?" Xiaomu, the boy, pointed at the feather fan on the desk in surprise, "Why do I swear you? I'll fan the fire that comes up!"

Xiaomu is extremely serious.
Chapter completed!