A small peasant girl

Chapter 909 Buried in a mass grave

"No need." Upon hearing the words 'Shangguanjing', Xuanyuan Po's mood had become terribly bad, and his black eyes directly reflected a strong killing intent, "Go, kill him with your own hands." These two, remember, no one will be left alive."

There is also a reason why Xuanyuan Po didn't plan to keep the Shuangyin sisters. For extremely insidious people like them, survival in this world itself is an invisible threat. Get rid of them early to avoid disaster.

"Yes, son." Hearing Xuanyuan Po's order, Ying Ying drew out the short dagger and stabbed the Shuangyin sisters in the chest, and told his loyal master with practical actions that he could execute the sinister pair of sisters on the spot.

Xuanyuan Po glanced at the Shuangyin sisters who were bleeding from their chests, and then his black eyes showed satisfaction, he couldn't move Shangguanjing for the time being, why couldn't he vent his strong dissatisfaction on these damned sisters first?

"Leave the rest of the matter to outsiders, and you should let them take care of themselves." Although Xuanyuan Po's tone seemed calm when he said this, there was another meaning hidden.

In Xuanyuan Po's eyes, his bodyguards are good everywhere, they are skilled and loyal, but sometimes their hearts are not hard enough, and their subordinates are even more benevolent.

In Xuanyuan Po's eyes, these inherent characteristics of Yingying's character are extremely obvious shortcomings, especially the act of Yinying lowering his voice just now to convey information to the punishing shadow, which made Xuanyuan Po feel very upset when he heard it.

But at that time, Xuanyuan Po could be regarded as saving face for his subordinates, otherwise with his uncontrollable fiery personality, it would have been possible for him to directly draw his sword and kill people.

"Yes, young master." Yin Ying lowered his head with a shameful expression on his face. How could he not understand the meaning behind Xuanyuan Po's words? Give him a name - Shadow.

After Xuanyuan Po left, Yingying called the Punishment Shadow who was standing outside to reflect, and he couldn't help pointing at the Punishment Shadow's nose, and said with a disappointed expression of hating iron but not steel, "You, you, still Do you want to live? Next time you make such a low-level mistake, I can't save you."

"Yes, head." Hearing the reminder from Yingying's mouth, Xingying Shadow lowered his head guiltily and dared not look directly at his immediate leader.

In Xuanyuan Po's eyes, a person who is not good at things is like a grain of sand that cannot be rubbed, and the best choice is to get rid of it to make him feel comfortable.

"Find a hidden place and bury the two corpses inside. Remember, you don't need to let too many people know about this." Shadow could only hand over the mopping up to his subordinates. After he finished his orders, He had to follow Xuanyuan Po as soon as possible.

After Shadow left, Punishment Shadow had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only hold on to the Shuangyin sisters who had been stabbed by Shadow in the chest, so as to vent his strong inner dissatisfaction.

At the west entrance of the town, there is a famous mass grave, where the bodies of ordinary people who have not been known for a long time and whose names cannot be asked are buried here.

There is a piercing yin air all around, even if a normal person walks through here in broad daylight, they will involuntarily feel the chill behind them, as if some invisible person is following behind them.

The punishment shadow packed the bodies of the Shuangyin sisters into sacks, and came to the west entrance of the town when there was no one in the dark night.

The punishment shadow looked around, found a remote and inconspicuous corner, dug a hole, and directly threw the Shuangyin sisters together with the sack into the dug hole.

"Damn it, I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and ran to this ghostly place, bah, it's really bad luck." After the punishment shadow buried the Shuangyin sisters, he threw away the hoe in his hand. I'm too lazy to take it back and find it boring.

After going back, Xuanyuan Po took a bath and changed clothes directly, so that he could use the bath water added with herbs to wash away all kinds of hostility and bad luck on his body.

After taking a bath, Xuanyuan Po didn't immediately lay down on the bed and fall asleep. He walked to the wooden table and sat down until he sat down. Then, he took out the envelope passed by the boss from the hidden compartment, and looked carefully at it with his black eyes. Glancing at the seal, he stretched out his hand and tore the seal open.

Xuanyuan Po's black eyes kept moving back and forth on the letter paper, but the expression on his face was extraordinarily solemn. He never knew that the seemingly stupid and mindless waste on the dragon chair secretly raised a large number of people in Xuefeng Mountain. soldiers and horses.

"Hmph, I underestimated you." After Xuanyuan Po burned the letter paper, the corners of his mouth revealed a trace of emotionless arc, as if he was praising or sarcastic.

Afterwards, Xuanyuan Po took out the envelope and letter paper for writing secret messages from another hidden compartment. He picked up the ink-stained pen and wrote on the letter paper, "Find out the exact number of people!!!"

Xuanyuan Po wanted to know how many soldiers and horses the people on the dragon chair had hidden in Xuefeng Mountain, but the master of Wen County, who was working in the yamen, had a headache and didn't know how to deal with it. batch of refugees.

"Master, have you checked out the exact number of these refugees?" Master Wenxian sat on the chair with a headache, and even his voice seemed a little weak.

"Master, this, I'm afraid there is such a number." The master stretched out his hand towards Master Wen County, made a gesture of five, and did not forget to repeat it three times, so as to tell Master Wen County in front of him that the number of refugees is about one thousand As many as 500 people.

"So many?" As expected, Master Wenxian got up from his chair excitedly when he got the master's instruction, and the expression on his face was even more surprised, "Men, males, how many are there?"

It's not that Master Wenxian is snobby, nor is Master Wenxian patriarchal, he just wants to know how many of these refugees are men with working ability.

If there are too many old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant, it means that the yamen has to give a certain amount of food every day to support these refugees who cannot work.

"Master, there are only more than 500 people." The master knew this answer, and it was not what the Wenxian master in front of him wanted to hear, but he couldn't deceive what he received.

"Why is it so small?" When Master Wenxian heard the number, his face was filled with unbearable disappointment, and he sat back on the chair directly, "Then, what should we do?"

"Yes, my lord, the daily rations for each of these more than 500 people is enough for the yamen to worry about." The master also seemed very helpless, even if the yamen only gave these people rice porridge every day, there was still food Just eat poor day ah.

"Master, you have to think of a way to keep people with me without using the financial resources of the yamen." Master Wenxian directly threw the problem to the subordinates in front of him. He has too many things to deal with recently. , I can't spare any energy to deal with this matter, "But master, do you still remember the group of refugees in Qianjia Village before, how did we arrange it?"

　I will be a bridesmaid next week. It is said that if I become a bridesmaid more than three times, I will not get married!
　　This is fake news, it must be fake, Yanhe has been a bridesmaid for more than ten times, what should I do, woo,~~~~(>_<)~~~~
　　
　
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