Jin Tang

Chapter 39
"Then have you ever thought that the children you kidnapped also have parents and family members?" Mo Yang slapped the opponent's cheek with a sword.

"Young one, I don't know anything. This is the first time I've been with Lord Wang Ba... Bah, Wang Ba, it's the first time I've accompanied him. How could I have thought that it would be such an outrageous thing."

In order to show his disdain, the servant actually spit out a mouthful of phlegm on Wang Ba beside him.

The fox turned his head away in disgust, not seeing this guy's disgust.

"Do you know the Taoist priest you talked to just now?" Mo Yang frowned.

"I usually don't believe this, and I don't know that Taoist." The follower hurriedly said, fearing that Mo Yang would think that he was lying and tricking him, "However, if you can do business with Wang Ba, how can you be a good person!"

"What did he give Wang Ba just now?" Mo Yang thought of that big burden.

"Money! Copper coins!" The servant came alive, "When they were handing over, I heard the sound of copper coins colliding."

Hearing this, the fox went to the carriage, opened the bag, and reached out to dig inside, making sure that there was nothing else in the bag except copper coins.

He came over and gave Mo Yang an affirmative answer.

Mo Yang nodded thoughtfully, walked up to Wang Ba, and asked in a condescending voice, "Is this the Taoist who bought these children with you?"

"There are too many people buying and selling with me." Wang Ba just said this and shut up.

In his opinion, as long as he doesn't say anything, he may still have a chance of life, otherwise he will die faster if he has no use value.

"Who is that Taoist?" Mo Yang's long dagger hit Wang Ba's lap who was kneeling.

But Wang Ba gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and stopped looking at Mo Yang.

Obviously this guy wanted to hold on, and he was determined not to spit out.

"I think these lowly dog ​​slaves don't cry when they don't see the coffin, so I'll send them to the nearby Ludi stronghold." The fox narrowed his eyes maliciously, "We have a colleague there who is very good at torture. "

Mo Yang agrees with what the fox said, professional things have to be done by professional people.

The two of them confirmed again and again how many people were tied up, and the fox took out three balls of sackcloth and stuffed them in their mouths, and covered their mouths with long-sleeved cloth, and tied a knot behind their heads.

Afterwards, the two carried away Wang Ba, the rest of his followers and the gangsters and threw them into the carriage.

"The next thing will be left to you. I am lurking in the car dealership. Wang Ba's disappearance will definitely cause shock." Mo Yang cupped his hands at the fox, "I have to go back and show my face, and try to create the illusion that I have been at home."

Mo Yang made his hair more messy, took off his outer robe, and put on one from the fox who usually likes to wear the onion style.

He held the snow on the ground again, not afraid of the cold, just rubbed his hands and face like that, cleaned up the blood on the skin, and mixed snow and some mud to smear his cheeks.

He even rolled on the ground, intentionally staining the fox's clothes, which were probably still new, with mud.

Quickly over the wall and mixed into the city, he carefully avoided the patrols of the Marquis Wu along the way, and specially walked through the alley that could be closer to the private house he rented.

The gates of the workshop were closed, and Mo Yang had no choice but to climb over the wall and jump out.

But fortunately, due to the recent increase in the riots of refugees, the ordinary people in the workshop have almost closed their doors. Even if they accidentally saw it, no one would care what a refugee was doing.

What's more, some people with family background are more worried that they will anger such a penniless person and bring disaster to themselves.

Mo Yang quietly climbed over the wall and entered his house. As soon as he got home, he quickly took off his robe, wiped his cheeks and hands with water, changed his usual clothes and shoes, and He put his hair back together, put on a new Pipu head, and strode out the door.

With a creak, the sound of Mo Yang opening the door was very obvious.

"The gates of the square are closed, and Mr. Lang still wants to go out?" An old woman from the next door asked aloud.

"It's very cold, I want to buy some shochu to warm my body." Mo Yang asked after bowing his hands humbly, "Does my aunt know which shop in our workshop has shochu for sale?"

"When you come to the end of this alley, the third one from the left at the corner is Zhang San's Grocery Store with a sign on it." The aunt was warm-hearted, and kept telling her, "Be careful when you go out at this hour, I I heard that some beggars go straight to grab it."

"Thank you, I will definitely be more careful, go and come back quickly." Mo Yang cupped his hands again, and went west.

Mo Yang walked along the route pointed out by the aunt, but he didn't deliberately ostentatiously attract the attention of others, just like ordinary people who need to go out temporarily, and arrived at the grocery store in the street.

Fortunately, they just moved here, and others are not familiar with Mo Yang, so they won't care if they see him.

Mo Yang thought that he would have to develop a habit in the future, and would go to the grocery store in the street every few nights to buy something back home.

Smoothly, Mo Yang walked back leisurely with a small jar of turbid wine, and he even bought some fruits for Rong'er.

After the curfew, there was silence in the square, and every household closed their doors. Occasionally, green smoke curled up, and it was also melted into the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

The next day, Mo Yang went to the car dealership as usual, but saw two old people and an adult woman kneeling there with two dolls, a boy and a girl, and crying in front of the main door of the car dealership.

This made the order of the car dealership somewhat chaotic.

Seeing Mo Yang, Er Fu sneaked out from among the spectators.

Mo Yang stuffed him with one of the fruits he bought last night.

Er Fu took the fruit from Mo Yang's hand with a smile on his face, and put it into his arms: "Thank you, Mo Lang-jun, for still thinking about me."

"You don't have to be polite between us, what's going on there?" Mo Yang raised his chin at the crying old and young women.

"Let me tell you, something serious has happened." Er Fu moved closer to Mo Yang, his voice lowered a bit, "Wang Ba Ye didn't return all night last night, and he hasn't been seen yet. His family doesn't know what happened. What's going on, what's going on?"

At this moment, Su Chuang came over from the door and walked up to the crying pedestrians.

He bent down and stretched out his arms to lift the old man who was kneeling on the ground.

But the old man pulled back his sleeve and retracted his arm, making Su Chuang lift it up.

The old man waved his hands and said sharply: "I'm about to see my son. I don't have an answer this morning. No one can let me get up."

"Old man, I can understand how you feel, but if there is trouble at the gate of the car dealership, even if Wang Ba comes back, he will not be happy to see this scene." Su Chuang sighed, "Let's go in and talk if there is anything wrong Making trouble here will make outsiders see it as a joke."

(End of this chapter)