Chapter 42 Meet the strange monk again when you go out of the city!

It may be half-pillar incense time or a tea time. Song Yi's strength slowly recovered. He quietly stayed behind the door and waited for Zhao Kang to push the door in.

Sure enough, not long after, a sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Zhao Kang shouted, "Wang Wu... Have you asked if there is any name... If it really doesn't work, hit him half to death..." Zhao Kang shouted so dissatisfiedly, then opened the door, and his voice suddenly stopped.

"Come in!" Song Yi lowered his voice and said in Zhao Kang's ear. In his hand, an ivory chopstick that had killed Zhao Jianzhi and Wang Wu against Zhao Kang's throat, deeply pressed the meat on Zhao Kang's neck into a depression, and Song Yi's other hand hooked Zhao Kang's neck lightly.

This is a typical hostage action. Zhao Kang's face instantly became extremely ugly, but with a slight roll of his throat, he could feel that the cool chopstick could pierce his throat at any time.

Thousands of thoughts flashed in Zhao Kang's mind. At this moment, he was finally sure that Song Yi really killed his son, but now he had to listen to Song Yi's instructions and step his other foot into the door. Then Zhao Kang saw Wang Wu lying in a pool of blood, and a deep cold flashed in his heart.

"Let the people outside the door leave and leave a horse..." Song Yi said in a low voice. At this time, he could only leave Bianzhou City, otherwise he would die under Zhao Kang's hands.

Song Yi slightly moved his chopsticks away from Zhao Kang's throat, but it was still close to his skin. As long as there was something abnormal, he could still quickly pierce his throat.

"Listen outside the door, you can go back to the government office first and leave a horse for me..." Zhao Kang shouted loudly.

The soldiers outside the door felt inexplicable surprise, and then a soldier who seemed to be in a higher position among this group of soldiers approached the door and asked inside the room, "Your Excellency! Are you asking us to leave first?"

"Yes... It's enough for me and Wang Wu here..." Zhao Kang's voice sounded normal.

"Yes, my lord!" The little soldier scratched his head, gestured doubtfully to the others outside the door, and then a group of people took the horse away from the courtyard.

The sound of horseshoes and scolding horses sounded outside the courtyard. After a moment, there was only an empty silence around this remote courtyard.

The corners of Song Yi's mouth were with a cold arc, and he deliberately lowered his voice against Zhao Kang's auricle and said, "Zhao Kang... Lord of the city! You said that if I killed you at this moment... Will you regret it?"

Zhao Kang's nerves tightened in an instant, and the chilling feeling spread all over his body. Then Zhao Kang endured the pain of speaking and said, "Song Yi... You should know that killing is worth your life..."

"Bullshit!!" Song Yi interrupted Zhao Kang's words coldly, and the chopsticks in his hand almost pierced Zhao Kang's skin with some strength.

"It's all bullshit! Who has investigated your son for murder at the gate? Who is in charge of me if you want to kill me? Ha ha... I don't want to die! But you won't even give me any way to survive... And this Wang Wu, obsessed with ghosts!" Song Yi said coldly.

"Zong Yi, let me go! I promise not to blame the past, and I will also dispose of Wang Wu's body cleanly..." Zhao Kang began to be a little scared. In front of him was Wang Wu's body. Blood and Song Yi's cold tone made him nervous. He still had a lot of glory and wealth. There was still time for him to have another son. He suddenly... I don't want to die.

" Come on, do you think I will believe you? Don't worry, I, Song Yi, am not a murderer. I will knock you unconscious and then ride away. I hope I won't have a chance to meet again from now on. Song Yi said lightly.

When Zhao Kang heard that Song Yi would not kill himself, his heart settled down a little, and then he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck...

Song Yi sat on the ground and was slightly distracted. Zhao Kang had found some cloth strips in the room tied to the chair by him, and Zhao Kang fainted. Thinking that he had killed two people when he came to this world, and wanted to start to live that kind of wandering life, Song Yi had an indescribable feeling in his heart. After a long sigh, Song Yi's eyes shot a firm light, and then he opened the door and went out.

Sure enough, the most handsome horse was left in the courtyard. Song Yi untied the rein and then turned over the horse.

The morning of Bianzhou City is still bustling. The busy crowd on the street can't notice that just a person died in the city not long ago, and the guard of Bianzhou City is tied to a chair at this moment.

Song Yi galloped on the street, and pedestrians avoided it one after another, with a discontented light in their eyes. When Song Yi rode over, he dared to curse.

What Song Yi has to do at this moment is to race against time. Before Zhao Kang and Wang Wu are found, and before the group of soldiers who caught him with Zhao Kang meet him, he will go out of the city. In addition to the jade Gui of Zhao Ze, the king of Kang, there was also a token out of the city found from Zhao Kang, dozens of taels of silver.

It was very close to the gate. Song Yi slowed down his horse speed slightly, and suddenly rode horizontally to stop his way. Song Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, with a trace of surprise.

Wang Su looked at him with complicated eyes, and then held the reins and drove the steed to approach Song Yi.

"Are you leaving? Don't you want Du Qingyan's address?" Wang Su opened his mouth and said, and the expression on his face looked very quiet.

"I have to go! Tell me the whereabouts of the green smoke." Song Yi said anxiously between his eyebrows.

Wang Su took out a small bag from a cloth bag on the horse's back and threw it to Song Yi. He said with a complicated look, "Take care of yourself. There are what you want in it."

Song Yi took the bag and touched it. Unexpectedly, he touched the silver ingot. He looked at Wang Su with a little surprise and asked, "How do you know I'm leaving at this time?"

"Ning Shishi came to the house to report the news. I guessed that it was not good. You'd better go quickly..." Wang Su urged Song Yi.

Song Yi stopped asking and was about to leave with his horse's abdomen. When his body and Wang Su were about to pass by, Wang Su suddenly asked him, "Where's Wang Wu?"

Song Yi stagnated slightly, and then said in a low voice, "Dead..." After saying that, Song Yi scolded and left the city.

Wang Su stood still on the horse in a begly manner. She looked a little melancholy in the crowd.

After Song Yi left the city, a ride appeared beside Wang Su and looked at the direction of the gate with a complicated look.

"Dad... Why are you here?" Wang Su looked at Wang Kuanglu beside him in surprise and asked.

"He's gone?" Wang Kuanglu asked with a faint expression.

"Huh? You said he... Who is it?" Wang Su asked in surprise, with a surprised look in his eyes.

"Wang Wu came to me last night and told me something. I was already a little drunk at that time. After scolding him, I went to bed. Wang Fu told me about the news that Ning Shishi came to the house just now, and I looked for Wang Wu. He was not in the house, so he came over!" Wang Kuanglu said lightly.

"Dad... Will he be involved in our house? Wang Su asked with a low expression.

Wang Kuanglu sighed and replied, "No, as long as he escapes... It has nothing to do with our family, and as you know, he actually didn't sign the deed of sale in the first place. This is very vague, but... What a pity..."

"What's a pity?" Wang Su looked at Wang Kuanglu puzzledly.

"Unfortunately, if he doesn't kill Zhao Jianzhi, with the credit of his shipbuilding, even if his identity is unknown, he can have a bright future. Today's Holy... It should be very happy because of this. You don't know that that ship will actually change the current style of the shipbuilding industry in the whole State of Zhao, which will bring a great shock!" Wang Kuanglu said in a long tone.

"It's a pity... Probably won't see you again!" Wang Su sighed slightly sadly. He didn't understand whether he felt a little lost or something because he had lost a playmate who could make himself in the limelight.

Ten miles after Song Yi left the city, he was suddenly stopped by a person.

"What!? How could it be you? Monk, are you going to tell my fortune again?" Song Yi was surprised that he met the strange monk carrying the flag again.

"The benefactor! Looking at your Yintang, it should be a bloody case. Do you want to gossip? The strange monk opened his mouth and startled Song Yi. After looking around, he found that there was no pursuers.

Song Yi immediately stared at the strange monk suspiciously and asked, "Master! You are a Buddhist disciple, why do you carry the fortune-telling flag and walk the behavior of a Taoist priest? In addition, Xiaosheng is very puzzled why there are only the words "Long Life and Stability" on the flag?

"The benefactor is not as good as getting off the horse. The poor monk and you will explain slowly..." The monk said.

Song Yi hesitated for a moment. After confirming that the monk would not cause harm to himself, he turned over and asked, "Master, please tell me!"

"Do you want to live a long life or be stable?" The monk asked.

"Is there any difference?" Song Yi asked doubtfully.

"Longevity is about the hardships of life and death, and stability is about the future of wealth and glory." The monk replied.

"How much does the master charge? If it's not expensive, I'll ask about long life and stability!" Song Yi smiled and said.

"No... The poor monk only accounts for one gossip a year, and one gossip only accounts for one thing. Money is really not important. It's good for the donor to look at it!" The monk said lightly.

"It's strange that you haven't even counted a gossip this year? And when you meet me twice, it seems that there is really some fate. Why don't I ask Changsheng? Also, how did you know about the bloody case you just mentioned? Song Yi asked curiously.

"The impoverished monk slowly explains that the benefactor knows that the general trend of the world is actually tangible invisibly. People are the same. On the surface, they look ordinary, but in fact, what happens every day is written on their faces." When the monk opened his mouth and said, Song Yi led the horse and walked slowly with him as he listened, but from time to time he looked back at the road in the distance.