The braid was cut off with all its roots, and there was still some blood stains on the braid.

Zhou Shixiang's scalp became cold and he felt a little painful. He knew that the back of his head must have been cut.

The man in military uniform was stunned when he saw Zhou Shixiang, and couldn't help but sneer: "Why, don't you admit it?"

The man dressed in a hunter saw that Zhou Shi was dissatisfied, and grinned and said to the man in military uniform: "Brother, why are you talking to him? Brothers, please give me some tricks. If you don't believe him, he won't help."

When he heard this, the man who pressed Zhou Shixiang's hand and agreed, "Yes, give me some tricks. This kid is fine and tender, and he must be like a woman. He won't need to take three times, and he will beg for the father and mother." After that, he was about to take action.

Seeing that these people didn't believe in themselves, they didn't even let themselves say something about explanation, and they wanted to punish themselves with flesh and blood, and torture themselves for confession. Zhou Shixiang was also anxious, and he yelled at the elder brother with a stuttering on his neck: "Just with braids, how can you really believe that I am a spy of the Tartars!... If I don't pick my hair and leave my braids, can the Tartars let me go? Can you still catch me here? I'm long dead!... Besides, if I'm really a spy of the Tartars, how can I keep this braid? Isn't this your life long?"

After hearing this, the men were slightly stunned. After careful consideration, they seemed to make some sense. The Qing army used a knife to force the people of Ming Dynasty to pick their hair. If this boy did not pick their hair, how could he have the life to live? Besides, the spies of the Qing army were all pretending to be like the people of Ming Dynasty, and no one dared to leave a braid like this boy and show off everywhere.

It seems that this kid is not a spy? But if it weren't for a spy, how could he have the horse and still carry a knife, so why would he come to the mountains?

The men were a little hesitant. The man in charge pondered for a moment, but did not trust Zhou Shixiang. Instead, he asked him: "If you were not a spy of the Tartars, why did you come to this mountain? There is not even a ghost here except for us brothers. You ran in and wanted to find out what we were thinking about?"

"I'm lost and I don't know how to get out." Zhou Shixiang told the truth.

"Lost?" The man in charge twitched his cheek, and showed a look of disbelief. He snorted, and ordered his subordinates: "This kid is hard-mouthed. Search for him and see if there are any Tartar objects."

Upon hearing this, the man dressed in a hunter came forward to search for Zhou Shixiang's body. Zhou Shixiang knew that he had no power to refuse, so he did not move and let him rummage all over his body. But except for a long-lived lock engraved with the word "An'er", there was nothing on Zhou Shixiang.

This long-lived lock was created by An'er's parents for his grandson during the 100th day of the day. It used some gold, but it looked very worth a lot of money.

However, in the eyes of these men, this lock was nothing. The man dressed as a hunter didn't care. He threw the lock to the man dressed as a civilian with a bearded face. The latter put it in his arms without even looking at it.

Seeing this, Zhou Shixiang was excited. He struggled desperately. While struggling, he shouted: "Give me the lock, return the lock!"

Zhou Shixiang's two men with flesh-faced faces were not on guard against him and he suddenly struggled, almost asking him to break free. The bearded man was furious and scolded: "Be honest, if you dare to move again, I will kill you with one knife!"

This lock is the only thing that his son has in the world, and it is also the only emotional sustenance of Zhou Shi's deceased son. How can he allow it to be taken away? But because the two men who were too strong in his power, he couldn't break free several times.

"All the heroes, you can take away that horse and knife, but you have to return this long life lock to me! Otherwise, I will never let you go even if I die!"

Zhou Shixiang was so anxious that he was about to cry. He fully cared the memory of his body's master. He had a natural love of father and son for his dead son, and unforgettable love.

The man in charge was excited when he saw Zhou Shixiang's eyes wide open, and tears rolled in his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder why this kid cared so much about the lock, signaling his beard to not act rashly, and half-squatted down and asked Zhou Shixiang: "Why must this lock be returned to you?"

“Why?”

Zhou Shixiang's voice was choked. Thinking of the scenes before An'er's death, tears couldn't stop falling down and she cried, "This lock is my favorite thing, how can I let it leave me."

After hearing this, the leader said disapprovingly: "What a big deal I say, it's just a long life lock. Just call another one for your son. What's going on? It really annoys us. I'll tell you to see the King of Hell with one knife. Then you won't even see your son."

After hearing this, Zhou Shixiang calmed down and stared at the ground in a daze for a long time. The man was a little impatient and was about to scold him, but Zhou Shixiang's voice was so low that he could no longer be lowered: "My son is no longer in this world."

"Diet? Died from illness?"

The man was slightly surprised, but he was not much surprised. It is very common for children to die these days, but few people have never died. After seeing it, they don’t feel much emotion, and it’s all fate.

Unexpectedly, the young man who looked like a scholar suddenly became ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "My son was not dying of illness, but asked the Qing army to kill him! ... Not only my son, my parents and wife also asked the Qing army to kill him, and I was the only one of the five members of the family!"

A family of five died of four?

After hearing this, the men immediately felt sympathetic when they saw Zhou Shixiang's eyes. Even if they took An'er's long-lived lock, they felt a little embarrassed to come.

The leading man stared at Zhou Shixiang for a long time, and after confirming that the other party's expression was not fake, he sighed and stood up and said, "So, are you really not a spy of the Tartars?"

"I am definitely not a spy of the Tartars!" Zhou Shixiang said it firmly and could not be doubted.

The man in charge was still confused. He pointed to the knife on the ground and said to Zhou Shi: "If you were not a spy of Tartars, what happened to this knife and the horse outside? Depending on your appearance, I am afraid that a scholar would have these things."

"I killed a Qing army general and robbed that horse, and the sword was also taken from him."

When Zhou Shixiang answered, his face was not very impressive, and his tone was very calm, as if this matter sounded normal. But he felt normal, but the men in the pan were abnormal. After being surprised, someone immediately questioned: "How can you, a scholar, kill the Tartar general, and how can you take his horse? Your big words are too false, who can trust it?"

"I just touched your hand, without calluses or soaking, and I saw that I had never taken a knife. Looking at your body, hehe, you actually said you killed a Tartar general? You are so bragging, you might as well say that you killed the Tartar prince."

"Ha ha..."

There was a burst of ridicule in the shed, and the leader was very unbelievable. He believed that the righteous man had avenged his revenge, but it was hard to believe that the scholar killed people. Moreover, if he was killed, he was a Tartar general. How capable he had to do it.

They didn't believe it when Zhou Shi met, and they didn't know what to say. After all, this matter sounded mysterious. He couldn't say that he was not the scholar Zhou Shixiang, but was possessed by the soldiers from later generations. Seeing that these men looked at him with bad eyes again, someone suddenly heard a question at the door: "What's your name?"

"Zhou Shixiang."

Zhou Shixiang blurted out his name and saw a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt walking over from the door.

Those men seemed to respect the middle-aged man very much and let him stand side by side with the man in the military uniform known as the eldest brother.

"Zhou Shixiang?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Shixiang up and down a few times, and seemed to be recalling something in his mind. For a moment, he nodded, smiled and turned his face to the men and said, "This man is indeed not a spy from the Tartars. What he said is true. The horses outside and the knife on the ground were indeed from the Tartar generals he snatched."

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the men were stunned.

The leading man looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief and hesitated: "Mr. Song?"

The middle-aged man called Mr. Song smiled slightly, turned his gaze to Zhou Shixiang's face, and said, "When I went to the county town to get medicine yesterday, I saw a list of people who wanted this person at the city gate. There is a portrait of him on the list, which is not wrong." After that, he said to everyone with a very admirable tone: "Do you know which general this scholar Zhou killed the Tartars?"

"who?"

Everyone's appetite was suddenly suffocated. They believed what Mr. Song said, but which Tartar general had the scholar Zhou killed?

After Mr. Song sang everyone's appetite, he said in a lengthened voice in the expectant eyes: "It's the general Youyunlong under the thief Shang Kexi!"

"By Yunlong?!"

"It's him!"

"call!"
Chapter completed!