"Yes, that's right, Haofei is the only target here!" Yuan Linshan nodded in approval, without any panic.

"Me?" Slightly stunned, Ling Haofei pointed at his upturned nose, and realized his own importance.

"Looking for death!" The first time he spoke after entering the room, "Ah Qing"'s voice was chilling.

"That's right, it's looking for death! Lord Qing has never shown his face, and the other party only said that I am here alone. If you dare to come, hehe, it's looking for death!" With a sneer, "Ah Qing" is Yuan Linshan's trump card.

"And me!" Ling Haofei raised her fist unconvinced and waved it vigorously. There was no worry in her eyes, but full of excitement.

"Violent girl!" Seeing Ling Haofei's excitement, Xia Ming secretly complained.

"Hmm!" Yuan Linshan nodded, knowing what the girl meant. Without further explanation, he looked at his nephew: "What about the prison?"

"I'm relieved that nothing is happening here. I will personally take action in the prison, set up a net, and wait for the other party to surrender!" Yuan Shouzhen sneered with confidence in his eyes.

"Okay! By the way, Xia Ming, although I don't know the other party's strength, didn't you say you saw the other party's face? Can you draw it? Maybe there will be clues!" Suddenly thinking of this, Yuan Linshan said.

"Okay!" Without any nonsense, Xia Ming dragged the tabernacle on the corner of the table and sketched it casually. With just a few strokes, he clearly showed the appearance of the woman he saw last night, and even her vigilant look was vividly reflected.

"Good fine brushwork!" Yuan Linshan exclaimed in surprise, his face full of surprise.

Yuan Shouzhen was also surprised, and looked at the map on another tabernacle again, secretly praising in his heart.

"Have you learned to paint?" Ling Haofei looked incredulous. She felt that this painting was more vivid than those professional painters she had seen, and asked curiously.

"No!" Knowing that this woman was not ordinary, thinking of her violent side and her hostility towards him, Xia Ming simply answered with two words and kept silent.

"You!" Ling Haofei was very angry at Xia Ming's attitude. Just when she was about to get angry, she suddenly thought that the other party was just a poor person who could not practice. Her anger disappeared immediately, and she shook her head with pity.

"What's the situation?" Xia Ming was confused by Ling Haofei's "face change". But the other party didn't want to entangle, so he was happy and comfortable. He turned his eyes to Yuan Linshan and the others without saying much.

"Boy, not bad, you draw a few more now, I'll take them away and distribute them later!" With this painting, it can be regarded as a clue, Yuan Shouzhen said hurriedly.

"Well!" Still taciturn, Xia Ming moved his pen quickly. In less than a moment, more than ten identical portraits appeared in front of several people.

"Okay, I'll go first! By the way, you come with me, it's safer over there, you can just hide in the corner and watch the fun!" Rolling up the picture on the table, Yuan Shouzhen stood up, not forgetting to pull Xia Ming away with him.

"How did this guy practice fine brushwork?" After the two left, Ling Haofei picked up the remaining scroll on the table, looked left and right, and the more he looked, the better he thought.

"Eyesight, brushwork, conception, everything is outstanding, alas...", the admiration in his eyes turned into regret, and Yuan Linshan sighed.

"Steady hands, calm mind, sword embryo!" "A Qing" spit out a few words coldly, cherishing words like gold.

Ling Haofei and Yuan Linshan were slightly stunned, looking at the wooden-faced "A Qing", with a thoughtful look in their eyes.

Throwing Xia Ming to the prison guard, Yuan Shouzhen quickly disappeared into the darkness. In the time it took to stick an incense stick, he wandered around the town, and when he came back, he brought seventeen or eighteen people, all of whom had a strong breath and a murderous aura. One of them was the centurion Xia Ming knew, a guy that Li Tieshan and Xie Laonian were a little afraid of.

"It's almost the hour of the first hour, everyone disperse and hide well. If anyone dares to leak the breath, be careful that I will peel his skin off!" After whispering a command, Yuan Shouzhen turned and entered the gate of the prison, and chose the west gate - the White Tiger Gate, which was very fierce!

"The boss is going to do a big thing today!" Looking at the route Yuan Shouzhen took, a centurion curled his lips and said with a smile.

"Yes, when has this broken place ever come to such a big case as prison robbing? The boss is holding back his energy to make a great contribution!" The centurion next to him shrugged and responded with a smile.

"Yeah!" Nodding, the third centurion smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, which was hidden very deeply!

At two o'clock in the morning, dozens of figures appeared at the edge of the woods outside the town. After the leader looked around, he waved his hand and rushed into the town first. Just after passing the gatehouse, they split into three teams and quietly disappeared into the streets.

At 3:30 am, fireworks rose from the southeast granary on time, and shouts of fire and rapid gong sounds resounded throughout the town.

The noise in the middle of the night woke up many residents. The timid ones closed their doors as soon as they showed their heads, while the brave ones put on their clothes and rushed out of the yard, and the noisy noises became more and more.

Then, a loud shout was heard from the northeast, followed by the collision of swords and knives, which was quite rapid.

"Strange, is the other party prepared?" In the dark corner, the masked man raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, just lead the master over, and do it!" The woman's voice fell, and her figure flashed on the street next to the prison. After a few jumps, she entered the yard. Then, seven or eight black shadows followed closely.

"Three fighting masters?!" Xia Ming, who was hiding in the corner with the squad leader, was secretly shocked with his pupils shrinking.

"Bang!" The Qinglong Gate on the east side was kicked open, and seven or eight black shadows shot in.

"Not good, the enemy is too strong, go help!" A centurion of the ninth-level fighter also noticed the strength of the newcomer, and instantly drew out his long sword, shouted, and chased after him.

The remaining dozen people also rushed to the front, drew their swords and followed.

Frowning, Xia Ming knew that this side was in danger, turned his head to look at the squad leader, and hurriedly said: "Go to Youzhi's house for help!" After the voice fell, he found that the squad leader's legs were shaking and he was already scared.

"Go!" Xia Ming pushed the other party and shouted.

"Huh? OK, OK," only then did he come to his senses, the squad leader did not dare to delay, turned around and ran, staggered, and almost fell.

Watching the centurion disappear in the darkness, Xia Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head. Then he found that the opponent's sword and bow had fallen to the side. Disdain flashed in his eyes, "Damn, what about the centurion?!"

"Kill——!"

"Dang, dang, dang..."

After a while, shouts and fighting sounds rang out in the prison. Xia Ming hurriedly shrank into the shadows. This level of fighting was not something he could participate in.

"Dang, dang, dang..." In just a moment, footsteps were heard at the Qinglong Gate. Two figures appeared. They were all centurions. One of them staggered with his arm on his partner's shoulder.

"So fast?!" Xia Ming raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that someone would be seriously injured in such a short time. He was secretly shocked by the fighting. With a sigh, he was about to go up to help, but suddenly found that the injured centurion was disheveled and looked a little strange. The purple air technique turned rapidly, and the red ochre clothes were faintly visible in the collar of the opponent's military uniform.

"Prisoners?!" Xia Ming suddenly realized that he had retreated and watched the two men walk farther and farther away, without moving, and disappeared into the darkness of the street.

"Damn it!" Xia Ming cursed in his heart and was very hesitant. It was reasonable that he should not care, but he always felt awkward watching the other party escape. After pondering for a moment, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, he picked up his sword, put on his tendon bow, and followed the direction of the two men.

The prisoner had been seriously injured and could not walk fast at all. After a few minutes of Luo Yu's work, Xia Ming found the figures of the two men and was puzzled: the other party did not run out of the town, but came to a house, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Quickly coming to the wall of the courtyard, he lowered his body and listened attentively.

"East room, turn left after entering the door, under the seventh stone slab!" The voice sounded, and it seemed that he was out of breath.

"What do you mean?" Xia Ming raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: Another secret?

"Stop, don't even think about escaping!" A stern shout rang out, followed by the sound of tiles breaking, and someone chased from the roof.

"Hurry, hide!" The voice with insufficient breath rang again, full of panic.

"Swish!"

The low sound of a sword entering the flesh came, and Xia Ming's heart trembled.

"You, you, how dare you?!" The prisoner's tone was full of shock, and his voice became lower and lower, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Xiao Qian, why are you here, huh?!" An old voice came from the roof, with a hint of surprise.

"Sir, this is a prisoner. He took advantage of the chaos to change into military uniforms and escaped. I chased him here and finally captured him. Who knew that he resisted arrest, and I accidentally killed him! Please punish me, sir!" The centurion's tone was full of self-blame.

"Good kill, follow me to chase the thief!" After praising, the third elder's tone was full of anger, and then ordered.

"Yes!" After the centurion agreed, the sound of tiles breaking sounded again and gradually faded away.

"Curiosity kills the cat...", Xia Ming didn't expect such a scene to appear. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart. Finally, he smiled bitterly and quietly entered the yard.

There were only two houses in the yard, all made of stone. The tiles on the roof were only laid in a row, and the rest were thatched grass. Many weeds poked their heads out of it. The yard was also very messy, and the stone mill was broken into several pieces.

"It's an abandoned yard!" Xia Ming listened carefully and didn't hear any panting. Then he looked at the dead body underground and saw that there was a half-length cut on the chest and waist of its back. Blood was still oozing out, soaking a large piece of woolen clothes.

"It's cruel!" After secretly praising the centurion, Xia Ming turned his head to look at the east room, which had only a single door.

He moved closer, took down the longbow that was in the way, and gently pushed the door open. He didn't have a fire starter, but relied on the Purple Qi Jue to barely see the gap between the stones on the ground. He counted to the left and stopped at the seventh stone. He bent down, grabbed a corner of the stone, and with a little force, he easily flipped it open.

Secretly happy, he widened his eyes, and the Purple Qi Jue was pushed to the extreme. A vague shadow of the letter box appeared in his field of vision. He reached out and picked it up. He didn't rush to check it. He first carefully felt it. After finding nothing missing, he put the bluestone back and wiped some dust from all around to cover the traces of opening.