The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 73 Night Detective

Zhao Jin blinked his eyes when he heard the words, it seems that the woman should be a Miao person, he uncontrollably thought of the poisonous poison of Miao Jiang and the costumes of ethnic minorities. Asked: "Does Miao Jiang really have Gu?"

Dark Twelve didn't know that Zhao Jin was a little curious as a modern person, nodded, then shook his head and said: "It is said that the Miao people do have Gu people who are good at laying down Gu, and most of them are women, called hags, but they are rare. And the Gu insects are extremely It's rare, not all snakes, insects, rats and ants can become Gu."

Zhao Jin nodded, satisfied with the answer. It seems that in this ancient world, there are not only internal martial arts, but also some people who can play Gu, with a little bit of martial arts.

But these are all gossip, and the three big men turned out to be bandits on the mountain, so Zhao Jin simply sent them to Mr. Wen for torture, and asked the specific composition and residence of the bandits on the mountain, so that they could be mobilized and wiped out.

After finishing the matter here, during dinner, Zhao Jin heard the news from the people below.

Sun He came to Zhao Jin's side with a pale face, and said in a low voice: "My lord, Mr. Wen was murdered by someone as a master. It is said that he died a miserable death at home. He was bitten to death by countless poisonous insects. There are more than a dozen people in the family. people, no one survived.

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Hearing this, Zhao Jin frowned slightly: "Has the master's situation been investigated clearly?"

Sun He nodded: "The news from the people below said that after the death of the master surnamed Lu, someone sent two stacks of ledgers to Mr. Wen, which recorded this Lusi poem in detail. Evidence of accepting bribes from below, corrupting the law, and disregarding human life. Moreover, the thief that the master met outside the city before is indeed related to this master."

Zhao Jin nodded, frowning slightly, thinking carefully about how to look at this matter, how did it reveal the strangeness

Then Master Lu had just won the favor of the little beauty when he was eating at noon, but when he returned home in the afternoon, someone killed the whole family with poisonous insects.

Zhao Jin tapped his hand on the table, looked back at Sun He and asked indifferently: "Among those corpses with her family, is there a woman who just entered the mansion today and sold her body to bury her father?"

Sun He rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head: "Master, I don't have any. The identity of the Lu family can be verified at the household registration side, and there are no other foreign women."

"It seems that the woman should be the murderer." Zhao Jin narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes.

Sun He glanced nervously, but Zhao Jin still made up his mind to go forward and persuade him: "My lord, this place is too dangerous, and that woman looks vicious at first glance. Why don't we start our journey early, so we don't need to waste this troubled water."

Zhao Jin neither nodded nor shook his head, lowered his head, took a sip of his tea, and ordered in a low voice, "Go find me a painter who is good at painting portraits, draw a portrait for me, and send it to Mr. Wen."

"Yes."

The woman's actions clearly meant that she had an enmity with the Lu family, and she was able to send the account book to Wenzhi County. I am afraid that she was also the person who was persecuted by Master Lu in the past and wanted to get revenge. Zhao Jin still remembers the appearance of that woman , but I'm afraid this person has fled away.

Zhao Jin is not the person involved, and he has no way to comment on who is right and who is wrong, but he just feels that the woman is very dangerous.

Zhao Jin followed the painting technician to talk about the characteristics of the woman. After the painting was finished, he took it over and took a look. It was true that the woman had a five-point charm according to the painting. It should not be difficult to find someone, so he nodded and touched a few pieces from his waist. Jin Guazi rewarded the painter: "The painting is not bad, and I need to draw a few more pictures according to the circle."

"Yes, thank you, my lord." The painter won the reward and showed his face in front of the lord again. Naturally, he was overjoyed to accept the golden melon seeds as a reward, thanked him and withdrew.

Although the ancients did not have the skills of sketching, the outlines and characteristics of the people drawn with brushes are also very vivid, not like those shown in TV dramas. Otherwise, those fugitives in ancient times would be at ease, so why should the government post their wanted ones? What about the announcement?

At night, An Twelve dredged the acupuncture points all over Zhao Jin's body as usual to help him circulate blood.

After these days of recuperation, Zhao Jin's body is getting better and better. The original health-preserving exercises can only rest for half an hour a day, but now it has been increased to two hours. He practiced for an hour each in the morning and evening. Much better.

After a day of running outside, Zhao Jin was really tired. After taking a bath, he fell asleep hugging his warm and handsome guy.

In the middle of the night, I saw a figure in black came to the outside of Muhua Temple with light kung fu, sneaked outside Zhao Jin's residence to avoid the patrolling guards, and turned into the main courtyard.

As soon as the man in black landed in the courtyard, An Twelve's ears moved, and he opened his eyes suddenly. The bright black eyes were vigilant, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

He glanced sideways at Zhao Jin who was sleeping soundly, gently pulled away the arm placed on his waist by his master, slowly got up, pulled out the ancient sword hanging on the wall, and went out lightly.

An Shier raised his lightness kung fu, and the two turned around lightly, landed in the courtyard, raised their weapons, pointed at the man in black, and sternly shouted: "Who is coming, don't retreat quickly."

The man in black obviously didn't expect there to be a master here, he was slightly taken aback, then threw a dark dart and came towards Dark Twelve's face.

An Twelve turned over and avoided the hidden weapon, and the man in black took the opportunity to rush to where Zhao Jin was.

Dark Twelve's eyes turned cold, and he mercilessly backhanded his sword and stabbed straight at the man in black's chest.

Although the black man is cunning, but in terms of human affairs, he is far worse than Dark Twelve. He barely sideways to avoid the vital point, the sharp sword has already cut him, and the clothes on his arms suddenly appeared in the air. bloody taste.

Pain flashed in the eyes of the black man. He held his injured arm with one hand and lowered his voice, asking, "Who are you guys? A master like you is no ordinary pilgrim."

Although the voice of this person is very low, but the personnel can hear the clear voice, it is actually a woman.

An Shi held the sword in one hand, and ignored the woman's question, his whole body was full of fierce murderous aura, and he stared at the person with dark eyes.

"court death!"

After all, An Twelve raised his sword directly, stepped forward to slash, slash, pick, and stab with ruthless and deadly moves. The dark guards learned the shortest killing moves.

If Zhao Jin were here, he would definitely exclaim loudly, this is the simplest and purest violence aesthetics.

That woman's martial arts were not as good as An Twelve's. Although she was able to avoid it with her cunning movements, she still had a lot of wounds on her body.

The pain in the injured part affected his body skills, and the injuries on his body were getting more and more, and he was about to be caught by An Twelve, the woman gritted her teeth and cursed: "Well, you are from the Central Plains, you don't know how to be sympathetic at all."

Dark Twelve's expression didn't change, he didn't care about Dark Twelve's women when he was carrying out his mission, if he threatened the prince, he would die.

"Who sent you here?"

The black-clothed woman flashed past, and the sword blade stabbed at her abdomen by Dark Twelve felt a little puzzled when he asked him.

"My aunt and I were not sent by anyone."

An Twelve didn't believe his nonsense at all, his mind turned and he lifted the sword, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

And the woman's limbs were covered with wounds that affected her movement, and her back was exposed. An Twelve stabbed with a sword, and directly cut a big cut in the woman's back, and the woman fell to the ground with a wail.

An Twelve raised his sword and stepped forward, always being on guard against this woman was a means. Sure enough, the woman who had just approached stood up sideways, flung out two green snakes from her sleeves, and bit An Twelve straight.

An Twelve turned his hand and swiped his sword twice, and chopped the two snakes under the sword. The woman gritted her teeth, took out the medicine powder from her waist and sprinkled it into the air, covering the wound and gnashing her teeth.

"You hurt me from the Central Plains, this matter is not so easy. My aunt will definitely seek revenge from you, you just wait for me."

Tiny smoke filled the air, An Shi knew that the woman was afraid of being poisoned, so he quickly covered his mouth and nose, and wanted to chase after the woman, but he heard Zhao Jin's voice in the room behind him: "Don't chase the poor. "

An Twelve paused and put away the long sword in his hand, went back to Zhao Jin's room, changed and washed his clothes in the side room, and made sure that the medicine powder was not contaminated, then entered the room, walked up to Zhao Jin, and knelt down on one knee.

"Let the thief go, please punish the master."

Zhao Jin was sitting on the bed, probably woken up by the sound of the beating just now, now his hair was sleeping and he was smiling, his beautiful phoenix eyes were still a little sleepy, he shook his head slightly, looked at An Twelve and waved.

"What did you kneel down again, come here."

An Twelve hung the long sword back on the wall again, and then walked to the edge of An Twelve's bed and sat beside him. Take a breath.

"That woman was able to quietly poison so many people with poisonous insects in Lu's house. It seems that she came here tonight just to inquire about news. She must be a woman from Miaojiang. .If you get hurt, I will feel sorry for you."

After Zhao Jin finished speaking, he let out a small breath, pushed him down again, and hugged An Twelve like an octopus.

"Go to sleep, according to what you said, he has been seriously injured, and he dare not come back in a short period of time."

An Shi nodded and held Zhao Jin's arm with one hand, controlled his breathing, and calmed down until he felt that the master beside him was fast asleep, and then slowly opened his black eyes.

It seems that tomorrow they should write a letter to An Yi and they will send some people over, only he can deal with ordinary people by himself, if that woman has other helpers who know how to worm, I'm afraid it will be hard to guard against.

The night was silent, and the black woman was seriously injured, so she galloped down to the forest where Muhuaguan was located, rode on the prepared horse and galloped for dozens of miles, and then fell off the horse.

She was reckless today, and broke in without investigating who the person in the audience was, wanting to find out.

I didn't expect that Zhao Jin, who had a handsome appearance and had friendship with the local Wenzhi County, would have such a master by his side.

The woman's complexion was disastrous due to excessive blood loss, she took out two red pills from her waist with difficulty, swallowed them, and her complexion eased.

"When I get better, the matter is not over yet."