Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"I have to walk faster. Maybe I can make it in time for my funeral, and maybe I can eat at my own table." Qiao Mu quickened his pace and walked on the mountain road.

.....

Yancheng.

In the city lord's mansion.

The city lord's son looked at a coffin placed in the yard and trembled with excitement.

Inside the coffin was Qiao Mu’s body.

Originally, it was not appropriate to send him to the city lord's palace, but he was banned by the city lord and could not go out, so he had to order people to bring Qiao Mu's body in.

"It's called a tree, but its life is like grass." Mr. Guo said with a smile, stroking his palms:

"What a death! It's so obvious!"

He drank a glass of strong wine and then ordered:

"Come here, open the coffin. I want to see how miserable his death was."

The servant next to him hesitated for a moment before opening the coffin.

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, the strong smell of blood came out. Mr. Guo leaned over and took a look, then took two steps back and turned pale.

The appearance of a body that had been killed by thousands of people was not very beautiful.

He retched twice and almost spit out the wine he just drank.

But seeing this tragic death, he could finish it in one breath... How could he finish it easily?

"Does Qiao Mu have any family members here in Yancheng?" Mr. Guo asked.

"There is only one blind girl in the family, only twenty years old." The servant replied.

For the Guo family, there are not many secrets in this city, and they can be found out.

"Blind girl? It's a pity that she couldn't see this person's death with her own eyes..." Mr. Guo sighed:

"The only thing you can do is let her smell it."

Chapter 27 Carrying the coffin into the house

In the city lord's mansion.

Mr. Guo was happily preparing to go out, followed by a group of servants carrying a coffin on their shoulders.

He went out this time to meet the blind family members of that arbor.

Although Qiao Mu died, he didn't die in front of his eyes, so he was happy, but not completely happy.

Then he planned to take the coffin and go to express condolences to Qiao Canxue in person.

Just as he reached the door, he was stopped by a majestic voice.

"Stop, didn't I tell you to ground you for a month?"

The person speaking was the city lord Guo Yan. His body was still strong and strong, like an iron tower, but his face was sickly pale at this time.

"Dad, I know how to behave, how could I cause trouble again?" Mr. Guo said with an apologetic smile:

"My life is at stake too. How can I offend the emperor? How can I offend that kind of strange outsider of unknown origin?"

Guo Yan is a man of considerable skill and authority. If a man like him can raise a dandy, he is naturally quite arrogant.

He was resolute at first, but after his only son had been teasing him for a long time, Guo Yan finally waved him away impatiently.

"Ah Fu, follow him and don't let him cause trouble." Guo Yan ordered.

"Okay." Next to him, an old man in gray clothes came out and followed Mr. Guo.

This old man in gray clothes was the one who shot from behind and captured Qiao Mu on the long street.

He has followed the city lord for many years, and is already a seventh-level warrior. He is also a rare master in the city lord's palace. He is older, behaves calmly, and is trusted by Guo Yan.

If a seventh-rank warrior serves the country, his status is equivalent to half of a seventh-rank official, which is half a rank lower than the head of a county like a seventh-rank magistrate.

Therefore, there are only one or two such warriors in the city lord's mansion.

After Mr. Guo left, Guo Yan returned to the mansion, coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"It's been a really troubled time recently." Guo Yan said to himself:

"Emperor Dayan is coming, and that old man Wang Songhe actually appears in the Yancheng area. Could it be that he also received relevant news and came here by smell?"

Thinking of the scribe, he felt uneasy.

"It is said that those who practice Taoism make progress slowly, and the time spent in retreat can often be measured in years."

"But I heard that Wang Songhe only started to abandon literature and follow Taoism when he was forty years old. Now he can fight with me and lose both sides... If I had known this, why would I have read the books of sages and become a civil servant?"

He shook his head, feeling slightly uneasy in his heart.

The emperor was approaching, it was a critical moment, but he was injured at this time, which was not good.

"Maybe it's time to go find someone from the Immortal Sect, just think of it as asking for a talisman..." Guo Yan thought in his heart.

Now, he has no time to pay attention to his son's petty quarrels.

As for the young righteous Qiao Mu who once threatened him face to face on the street, he had long forgotten about it.

...

Outer city.

Old Huang Zheng, the monk and three or five other sergeants were walking in this alley.

"The place where the boss lives is too remote. It's really well hidden and the road is quite difficult."

Lao Huang chatted casually with the bald monk soldiers and other soldiers beside him.

One day later, he also recovered from Qiao Mu's sacrifice.

It won't work if he doesn't calm down. He is just an ordinary soldier, let alone Qiao Mu. Even if a close relative of his family passes away, he will still go to the military camp to train and stand guard as usual tomorrow.

Hardworking people only have time to make money and work, so how can they have time to play something that hurts the spring and autumn?

"Old Huang, have you decided how to speak later?" asked the monk monk next to him.

"It's not difficult to ask. After all, we have collected enough money today. Not to mention repaying the leader for his sacrifice, at least we can have peace of mind."

Lao Huang weighed the heavy money bag in his hand.

It took Lao Huang half a day to recover, and another half day to find nearly a hundred colleagues under Qiao Mu to collect a pension.

This pension should not have been paid for by the soldiers, but by the Yancheng Military Camp.

But after what happened that day, Lao Huang and others thought that Qiao Mu was not well-received by Captain Chu and others in the army, so it was difficult to get the pension.

So they pooled together a sum of money and prepared to give it to Qiao Canxue in the name of pension.

On the one hand, Qiao Mu repeatedly blocked the gun, which was a life-saving favor to his sergeants.

On the other hand, Qiao Mu charged alone, and his last words before his death were to tell Lao Huang and others not to follow him or die.

At that time, Lao Huang and others listened to Qiao Mu's final order and did not rush.

They are also afraid of death.

Qiao Mu gave them a step and they stopped.

At first, I didn't quite understand why Qiao Mu risked his life. Later, when I found out that Qiao Mu died to save a hundred of them, I felt more or less uneasy.

So it is not difficult to raise the money, and most people are willing to contribute.

"It seems that the boss's home is ahead..." Old Huang was talking when he suddenly heard voices coming from the corner of the alley.

Turning around, I saw a group of people carrying a coffin and crowded into the alley.

"Hey, someone in this family has passed away. Can the coffin be carried into this alley?" Old Huang was still talking nonsense, but when he got closer, his expression became serious and he quickly shut up.

He recognized the person carrying the coffin, who seemed to be a servant of the city lord's palace.

How could the people from the City Lord's Mansion carry the coffin into this alley?

Before Lao Huang could figure it out, he saw a young man in white walking into the alley with his head held high, and his eyes immediately widened.

The city lord's son?

His body trembled slightly, and his fists clenched subconsciously, but he soon loosened them. Then he quickly lowered his head and stepped aside to get out of the way.

The monks and soldiers next to him narrowed their eyes slightly and stepped aside.

He was a fair-weather monk. The wife of Lao Huang's family had a miscarriage because she was whipped by the city lord's servant. He had heard about this at the wine table.

He didn't have much to say, so he just patted Lao Huang on the shoulder.

Several servants carried the coffin through the alley, but nothing happened.

Naturally, the city lord didn't recognize these big soldiers, so he just walked over.

Before they reached the corner of the alley, Ah Fu, an old man in gray who was following Mr. Guo, glanced at them and suddenly said:

"Are you the soldiers under Centurion Qiao Mu?"

Ah Fu had been to the military camp and secretly observed Qiao Mu's martial arts training, so he had some impressions of Lao Huang and the others.

The faces of Lao Huang and others changed slightly.

Sure enough, the next moment Mr. Guo turned around with interest.

"Oh? Interesting."

"Is this the entrance to Centurion Qiaomu's house? Are you here to look for him too? Then come in with me."

"Together?" Lao Huang and others were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes fell on the coffin belatedly.

Is Qiao Mu’s body inside this coffin? And Mr. Guo asked someone to carry the coffin into this alley. Did he come to see the Qiao Mu family?

Chapter 28 Then it’s gone

Lao Huang, the monk and several other sergeants followed Mr. Guo forward in silence.

Mr. Guo even spoke, so naturally they didn't dare to say otherwise.

However, their hearts gradually sank and they remained silent.

They, the sergeants, had collected enough pensions and passed the hurdle in their hearts before they dared to come to inform Qiao Mu of his death.

Even if a person dies, at least he will have a pension, which is somewhat of a consolation.

But now, they arrived too late and bumped into the city lord's son who had a problem with Qiao Mu.

Lao Huang and others didn't need to think about what happened next, they knew what would happen.

It's just that these big soldiers can't do anything.

soon.

The front has reached the end of this deep alley.

A servant came forward and knocked on the door, and soon the door opened, and what appeared inside was the blind girl whom Lao Huang and others had once met.

"Who are you?" Qiao Canxue looked a little wary.

Although she couldn't see anything, she still heard the dense footsteps in the deep alley. It was obvious that there were many people on the other side.

The deep alleys in the outer city area are empty of ten rooms. How can there usually be so many people here? This is obviously unusual.

As soon as she appeared, the eyes of many servants outside the door suddenly brightened, but then their eyes fell on Qiao Canxue's tightly closed eyes, but they secretly expressed regret.

Mr. Guo pointed to his chin and looked at Qiao Canxue carefully, and finally shook his head: "This blind man is so good-looking, but it's a pity that he is a woman."

The servant knocking on the door in front of him was about to speak, but was pushed away by Mr. Guo behind him, and his index finger made a quiet gesture to his mouth.

"It's so invisible..." Mr. Guo muttered in a low voice, and then said in a sad tone:

"Is this the home of Centurion Qiao Mu of the Yancheng Army?"

"I am Qiao Mu's colleague... Actually, I have something important to tell you about Qiao Mu."

"Are you all Qiao Mu's colleagues? So many of you coming together?" Qiao Canxue's expression moved slightly as she realized something.

Mr. Guo looked behind him and passed by Lao Huang and others.