The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin followed them out of the city and followed them to a store. After seeing them check in, he turned around and walked around He Huizhen's house.

Sure enough, the little mouse arrived.

The little mouse was waiting behind the apricot tree and looking around, when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder and jumped up in fright.

After seeing that it was Zhao Chuanxin, he felt relieved: "Shopkeeper Zhao, I was scared to death. I thought it was the Japanese..."

He told Zhao Chuanxin what happened during the day.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said, "I'll give you a slap in the face, right? Don't panic, today's revenge will not last overnight."

The little mouse was surprised and uncertain: "Shopkeeper Zhao, what do you mean?"

"You'll understand tomorrow."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin took out a few pens and handed them to the little mouse: "A gift for you."

Let the horse run and eat grass.

I remember that the little mouse pretended to read the newspaper before to show that he was knowledgeable. He must also be yearning for knowledge.

The little mouse picked up a pencil and looked at it against the setting sun: "How much is this worth?"

"Ten hemp coins."

"I'll blanch it! Is it so valuable?" The little mouse was shocked and took out an imported fountain pen: "What about this one?"

Obviously, fountain pens look more advanced than pencils.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly: "I'll blanch it if it's worth thirty or fifty!"

"..." Little Mouse: "I'll blanch it!"

Without saying a word, the little mouse tore off a piece of rag from his body, wrapped it carefully, and stuffed it into his arms with great care.

Zhao Chuanxin whispered: "Tell me about his schedule."

Little Mouse 1510 told Zhao Chuanxin the information he had gained at the risk of death.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: "Go back. When I come back, I will let you deal with this slut as you please."

There was a blush on the little mouse's sallow face, which was so intense that it reached the base of his ears.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand the youthful style, so he turned around and left without giving the little mouse a chance to nag.

…

Spies like Matsuzaki Hoichi are usually very calm and will never take risks unless necessary.

His identity is a drug dealer, working in the Jishitang Pharmacy in the city.

At this time the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark.

Not dark clouds, but sandstorms.

Seeing this, the nearby shops quickly blocked the doors and prepared to close.

Liangzhou City is the hub of the Silk Road, with merchants from all walks of life gathered and beautiful scenery from all directions. However, at this time, coupled with the bad weather, there are almost no pedestrians on the road at this time, and there is no business.

The Jishi Hall was also about to close. Just as Matsuzaki Hoichi was about to put the door down, he saw a tall figure coming in a hurry: "Man, we'll close it later. I want to buy medicine."

Matsuzaki Yasuichi reluctantly returned to the medicine hall and said to a doctor wearing glasses inside: "I'm here to buy medicine."

Zhao Chuanxin was still wearing a cloak and sunglasses, and covered his mouth and nose with a scarf.

After entering the door, he said: "Close the door, the wind and sand are blowing in, making you breathless."

As he spoke, he dusted himself off and made the room full of smoke.

Matsuzaki Hoichi said quickly: "Sir, please go out and pat it again. The medicine here cannot withstand being spoiled."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Okay."

Then he continued to beat and took off his boots to pour out the sand.

Matsuzaki Hoichi: "..."

He swallowed his anger and looked at Zhao Chuanxin coldly.

Zhao Chuanxin took away the scarf: "Bah, bah, bah, it's all sand!"

A few mouthfuls of spit were all spat on Matsuzaki Hoichi's hem, and the spit flew into his face.

Matsuzaki Hoichi finally couldn't hold himself back: "Sir, are you here to amuse me on purpose?"

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of shock: "You are really extreme, I'm just spitting sand."

Matsuzaki Hoichi: "..."

Are you going to spit sand on me?

Zhao Chuanxin asked the doctor sitting in the hall again: "What medicine do you have here?"

The doctor adjusted his myopia glasses and said, "What disease does your guest have? You need to prescribe the right medicine. Our store has Chinese medicine and foreign medicine, especially oriental medicine."

Hearing that there were mostly oriental medicines, Zhao Chuanxin showed a weird smile and said mysteriously: "That's right, I haven't killed anyone for a few days, and today I just feel the murderous intention is hard to calm down. Is there any medicine that can cure it?" "

doctor:"……"

Matsuzaki Hoichi: "..."

Matsuzaki's face turned cold: "Although our place is a medicine hall, it is not a place for casual entertainment."

"Oh? Really? That's such a pity." Zhao Chuanxin lamented: "You can't have fun here. Could it be some kind of intelligence gathering place?"

The expressions of the doctor and Matsuzaki Hoichi changed drastically!

Zhao Chuanxin smoothly pressed the door panel against the door, blocking the way.

He turned around and said cheerfully: "Ah, it seems that it is really a place to collect intelligence. How about you two be kind enough to tell me who your superiors are and give me a list?"

Matsuzaki Hoichi said sharply: "I don't know what you are talking about."

The doctor behind the counter reached into the counter, took out two Japanese knives, and threw one to Matsuzaki Hoichi.

The doctor said: "It seems that you are suffering from heart failure. This disease needs to be cured."

"What you said is absolutely correct." Zhao Chuanxin opened his cloak with a smile and took off his sunglasses: "I am so crazy that I have to see blood to calm down."

The two of them looked at each other and felt that the person coming was evil.

Matsuzaki Hoichi shouted: "In that case, I will help you treat it."

After saying that, he raised the knife and stepped forward.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly pulled out the staff head, the elf carving knife passed through it, and the Japanese sword in Matsuzaki Hoichi's hand was disconnected silently.

Matsuzaki Hoichi, on the other hand, habitually held the bladeless handle of the knife with both hands to chop, and of course he cut a lonely man.

Zhao Chuanxin wielded the scepter of redemption.

"boom!"

Now, even if Iron Man comes, he can remove the paint, let alone Matsuzaki Hoichi's flesh and blood body?

His arm bones were broken, and the beating had pierced the flesh.

Before he yelled, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the rag on the counter and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then, without looking, he took the staff and held it against the doctor's blade.

The doctor was shocked, could this man have eyes all over his head?

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and grinned at him: "I'm going to break your duodenum today!"

As he spoke, the Redemption Scepter was suddenly raised, and the Japanese sword in the doctor's hand was directly thrown away, and the tip of the sword was nailed to the roof of the shed.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his hand on the counter, crossed over, and hit the doctor twice in the stomach with the salvation staff. The doctor's eyes bulged and he bent over involuntarily.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed him by the back of his clothes and threw him out.

He came to the two of them, pulled the back of the chair forward, lit a cigarette, sat down and asked: "Name the list of superiors and subordinates, disguised identities, and locations. All are explained."

Matsuzaki Hoichi spit out the rag in his mouth. Although he was sweating profusely, he chuckled gloomily: "I have died once, and the funeral has been arranged in advance. Do you think you can threaten me?"

"Death?" Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Do you think death is terrible?"

He stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Matsuzaki Hoichi's broken arm began to burn.

He watched in horror as the flesh and bones were burned to ashes, but the bleeding was stopped.

In the absence of medical conditions, a soldering iron can be used to stop bleeding on a broken arm.

Zhao Chuanxin helped him save many steps and burned half of his arm in one step.

Matsuzaki Ho wanted to scream, but Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the rag flew up from the ground and stuffed it into Matsuzaki Ho's mouth.

This weird scene is really more terrifying than death.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Say it, or not?"

Matsuzaki Hoichi gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the doctor again.

The doctor's eyes flickered, obviously not as fearless as Matsuzaki Hoichi, he was frightened.

The man in front of me didn't even look human.

Matsuzaki Hoichi immediately gave him a sharp look.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Miao knife, stuck the scabbard on the back of the chair, and pulled out the handle with all his strength.

The Miao knife rushed out, escaped from Zhao Chuanxin's hand, and turned the blade in mid-air.

The blade scratched Matsuzaki Hoichi's left eye, and the lens immediately broke and leaked out...

The Miao knife spun half a circle in the air, then flew back into Zhao Chuanxin's palm. He sheathed the knife and finished it in one go.

"What the hell are you staring at?" Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the doctor: "Okay, you can talk now."

Although the doctor's stomach still hurt slightly, it was not as severe.

He said: "I, I said..."

Matsuzaki Hoichi spit out the rag again: "Shut up!"

As he spoke, he rushed towards the doctor, and the two began to struggle.

But after all, he lost half of his arm. The doctor's desire for survival exploded, and he pinned Matsuzaki Hoichi down.

Zhao Chuanxin threw a piece of hemp rope over and said, "Tie it up for him."

The doctor was confused.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the elf carving knife, and one of the doctor's toes broke off along with his boot.

Just as the doctor was about to scream, Zhao Chuanxin said coldly: "If you dare to scream, I will cut off your tongue."

The doctor quickly suppressed the pain, tied up Matsuzaki Hoichi tremblingly, and stuffed Matsuzaki Hoichi's mouth with a rag for the third time.

After doing this, the sweat on his face broke out with gray marks.

Sitting down on the ground, he began to give Zhao Chuanxin a list of names...