Wancheng.

In the entrance of a small hall on Taiping Road.

Although it is just a small hall, its style is completely unbearable to ordinary families.

Of course, there are the contributions of the gentry, and the wealth that the people who have completely lost their minds have been dispersed.

If Qin Yu looked at this hall that was obviously a little beyond the specification, he would immediately understand.

Behind the Yellow Turban Rebellion, it is probably not that simple.

At this time, Han Zhong, one of the 36 commanders of Fangqu, was sitting on the red sandalwood chair in the lobby.

In front of him, there were more than a dozen gangsters in the small hall kneeling.

Their foreheads were pressed against the ground one by one, and they didn't dare to look at Han Zhong in front of them.

The heavy atmosphere pressed against the lobby, causing some of them to shake like sieve even if they were already kneeling on the ground.

"Where did you Wang Qushuai go? Why haven't you seen anyone come back in the past few days?"

Han Zhong's voice sounded very flat, but this very flat and light voice made the gangsters feel as if a knife was crossing their necks.

Once the answer is not good and the wishes of the coach Qu in front of them are not up to par with the wishes of the man in front of them, they will immediately have the possibility of death!

No one dares to speak at this time.

It's like no one wants to hit the knife.

"Don't speak? I'm all mute?"

Wang Qi has been out for three days and has not returned.

At the beginning, it might have been delayed by something else.

But now three days have passed, and even if something is delayed, there should be news to be sent back.

Now there is no news...

These gangsters were thinking long ago that Wang Qi had been dealt with outside?

These days, it’s really nothing to die.

But Wang Qi will die, and they actually don’t believe it very much.

Maybe it was just that Wang Qi did not send someone to send the news to them, but might have sent it up?

But now they all knew it very well when they were under the pressure from Han Zhong in front of them.

Wang Qi obviously had no news back.

Thinking of Han Zhong's emphasis on Wang Qi, who said that Wang Qi's death was so important?

Although everyone was in panic, under Han Zhong's stern voice, they were still like mute.

"You say!"

Han Zhong looked at the shrunk gangsters in front of him and felt angry.

He just came over to ask about the situation and how he looked at their reactions, as if Wang Qi was bound to die?

How is that possible!

If others don’t know, how can he not know Wang Qi’s strength?

Besides, when Wang Qi went out the day before yesterday, he had a dozen good men with him.

With their strength, even if they encounter the bandits from the three mountains and fifteen villages around them, they can handle it calmly.

If they are angry, they will not have the possibility of destroying a village!

There are quite a few people in those villages, but there are too few people who are truly capable.

Most of them are refugees. What do they use to fight Wang Qi, a warrior who has condensed his true energy?

The gangster who was pointed at by Han Zhong trembled all over, as if he had lost his parents.

"If you go back to Qu Shuai, Wang Qu Shuai left three days ago. Before leaving, he also brought a group of brothers, probably to Xiaofang Village."

Han Zhong frowned slightly when he heard this.

He tried to find information about Xiaofang Village in his mind.

But that small square village is really a trivial place.

Han Zhong had no impression of it at all.

"Where is Xiaofang Village? What's strange about it? Why do you all act like this?"

Han Zhong said unhappy.

The gangster hurriedly said, "Xiaofang Village is the residence where our coach Qu was ordered to allocate refugees. This place is 30 miles south, with more than a dozen households in the village, and there are about forty people. However, in the village, there were some people in the village, who had some grudges with our coach Qu."

When Han Zhong heard that this was the result, he couldn't help laughing out loud for a moment.

"Is there any grudge against you, Mr. Qu? It's just a place to resettle refugees? Do you think your Mr. Qu's trip is a good accident?"

Han Zhong looked at the gangsters kneeling on the ground in front of him with contempt.

It's really a summer insect that can't be talked about.

They had no idea how terrible the warriors who had condensed their true energy were.

Don't just deal with a refugee who has hatred.

Even if he was alone, it would be enough to completely slaughter the entire Xiaofang Village.

It is absolutely impossible for Wang Qi to die in Xiaofang Village!

Han Zhong didn't want to bother with this issue, so he asked again: "In addition to this, what did you, Mr. Qu, have you mentioned to you when you left?"

The gangsters realized that Han Zhong's attitude seemed not as cold as before, so they became a little bolder.

"Shishuai Qu seems to have never said anything. When he left, he just said he wanted to go to Xiaofang Village to settle the life of that enemy. He had never mentioned anything else."

Han Zhong nodded, and when he saw that it was impossible for these people to ask something, he got up and walked out.

"How could it be that I have been to Xiaofang Village for so long?"

"Can he encounter something important on the way?"

Han Zhong returned to his home all the way, waved to a servant and said, "There is a place called Xiaofang Village thirty miles south. Go and ask me what's going on in that village now."

The servant responded and immediately walked out.

Han Zhong didn't think much about it.

He came to the martial arts field and began to practice his martial arts skills.

But for some reason, when he held the knife, his thoughts could not calm down.

He wanted to expel the small Fang Village from his mind, but the small Fang Village appeared in his mind again and again.

The more you practice martial arts, the more irritable you become.

After practicing for less than an hour, a slight sweat appeared on his forehead.

Han Zhong stopped with a gloomy face.

Not only did the aura in his body not become calm and powerful because of his practice, but it was more complicated and chaotic than before.

"what is going on!"

"Xiaofang Village..."

Han Zhong picked up the kettle and poured a few mouthfuls of water.

I just used my sleeve to wipe the water stains on the corner of my mouth, and the servant who sent me out to inquire about the news happened to be back.

"What did you say? The county magistrate personally asked about Xiaofang Village?"

"Now Xiaofang Village has been officially registered and its name is Qin Yu?"

"Okay, you go down."

Han Zhong had a gloomy face.

He never expected that the county magistrate Chu Gong would personally inquire about Xiaofang Village.

He didn't even know about this place, how did the county magistrate know about it?

In other words, there must be something strange about this small village.

At this time, the thoughts he had been denying in his mind before appeared in his mind.

"Wang Qi... Could it be that he really left in Xiaofang Village?"

"Qin Yu?"

Han Zhong muttered these two words in a low voice. He slowly clenched his fists with both hands, and a sound like a bean bursting sound was made at the joints.

"No matter what your background is, no matter what weirdness is in your little village."

"The one who dares to touch me."
Chapter completed!