"You, go to the attic and search it." The man dressed as a captain kicked the patrolman on the ground on his butt and yelled.
The man hurriedly got up, picked up his spear, and stood timidly at the stairs.
He stretched out a trembling foot, but quickly pulled it back, hugged his head and said no.
The others laughed: "Captain, this coward you found is like a woman. No, women are braver than him."
The captain looked unhappy and angry. He grabbed his collar and shouted angrily, "Coward! Even a child would be so scared. How can you fight the enemy? You still want to be a rebel?"
For a moment, everyone's attention was drawn to them and they stopped to watch the show.
"I, I, I, I didn't want to come here, you brought me here. I'm just a commoner, I didn't do anything wrong, yet you brought me here." The man actually started to cry.
Fan Qingyi looked at the number of people and their strength. Except for this capable captain, the others were just ordinary people.
He took out a dagger, signaled Murong Jin to stay still, and then jumped directly from the attic towards the patrol captain.
The patrol captain reacted quickly, but he could not withstand Fan Qingyi's killing move. By the time others reacted, his head had already been split apart.
The blood sprayed on the faces and bodies of the patrol members, scaring them so much that their legs went limp and they fell to the ground.
Murong Jin lay on it, his little face full of admiration. His master uncle was indeed as powerful as his mother.
Fan Qingyi pulled a piece of cloth aside to wipe the dagger, and said coldly: "Tie them up yourselves, and I will spare your lives."
After dealing with this team of patrol soldiers, Fan Qingyi and Murong Jin started to walk back.
It’s still okay here. The closer we get to Qin Zhou, the denser the patrols become.
I had only walked less than two hundred meters when I met a patrolman again.
They hid on the roof and watched the two teams of patrolmen patrolling back and forth with no intention of leaving.
"Uncle Master, why don't we go back and let Grandpa with White Beard take us away? I think Grandpa with White Beard's words are very effective, and everyone here listens to him." Murong Jin looked at Fan Qingyi and asked with a frown.
"Grandpa with white beard? Do you know his name?" Fan Qingyi understood that it was indeed Murong Jin who was taken away by the court officials.
Murong Jin shook his head and explained, "Hu Tou only knew that White Beard Grandpa also had to listen to Mother, and he often came to see Mother with other White Beard Grandpas."
If he was really obedient, he would not have colluded with the rebels.
Fan Qingyi smiled and rubbed his little head: "It's okay, Master will take you to find your mother first."
"Yeah." Hu Tou nodded and nestled beside him obediently.
Fan Qingyi rubbed his ring and asked Huanbao to reanalyze the route. Now the road was impassable as it was blocked by patrol soldiers.
"Why is it a small flower?"
Fan Qingyi raised his head and saw Murong Jin staring at his ring with curiosity written all over his face.
"What else could it be if not Xiaohua?" He joked without giving it much thought.
The route map for Huanbao will not be available for the time being, so they can't leave.
Murong Jin touched his chin like the adults, pouted his lips and said, "Petals, mother's are petals, they are so beautiful."
"Petals!" Fan Qingyi's pupils shrank rapidly, and he grabbed Murong Jin's arm and asked, "What petals? Who is your mother and what is her name?"
Murong Jin was puzzled: "Mother is mother, mother's name is Xia Zian."
(End of this chapter)