"This..." Shopkeeper He didn't expect that he would make this request, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Zhang Jin added: "Shopkeeper He, don't worry, I'm here to pretend to be a guard. If I'm discovered, you can just say you didn't know anything and put all the responsibility on me, and you can still get rid of the suspicion of murder."

These words touched the hearts of everyone. As long as they still wanted to make a living in the land of Ming Dynasty, killing Jin Yiwei would always be a shameful thing.

If someone can help clear the suspicion without involving yourself, that would be great!

With this mentality, the caravan guards all looked at Shopkeeper He expectantly.

Facing such a group of eager eyes, Shopkeeper He frowned slightly, and then sighed, feeling helpless: "Then I'll trouble this brother, because our affairs have implicated you, and Mr. He is really guilty! These twenty taels of silver

Just accept it as a token of appreciation for your help."

As he spoke, he handed over the silver ingot in his hand, trying to force it to Zhang Jin.

Zhang Jin took a step back, smiled and postponed: "That's not necessary, it's not easy for you to go out to do business and make money. It's better to divide these twenty taels of silver with the dead guard brothers, and save their families from worries."

After saying that, he turned around and went to search General Mu Qi's clothes and belongings.

Shopkeeper He and the guard commander looked at each other, handed the twenty taels of silver into each other's hands, and said in a deep voice: "You have heard it, this brother is kind-hearted, take it and share it with the dead guard."

"Yes, shopkeeper." The guard commander took the twenty taels of silver and put it away.

In less than a stick of incense, all six Jin Yiwei including General Mu were disposed of, and their bodies and clothes were buried in different deep pits in the woods.

Zhang Jin asked someone from the caravan to borrow a set of underwear. Outside, he put on the flying fish suit and outer armor that he had stripped off General Mu Qi's body. The bamboo hat was replaced with a black gauze hat, and the straw sandals were changed into official boots. Now he felt comfortable walking.

too much.

After finishing dressing up, Zhang Jin came to the crowd and said, "Shopkeeper He, do you think I look like a royal guard?"

Because the clothes were taken off first, except for a little blood stain on the lower body of the clothes from the fight, they were generally clean. Now that he was wearing them, with this embroidered spring knife fastened to his waist, he looked around and saw that there was something wrong

A bit like Jin Yiwei's chilling and cold temperament.

Shopkeeper He took a deep breath, secretly frightened, and looked at each other with the guard commander. Both of them were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

After this mountain woodcutter changed his clothes, he actually had a weird feeling that no one could tell!

Looking at the stunned people, Zhang Jin asked again, and then someone answered: "Okay, the clothes you put on look so similar, as if they should have been worn on you."

"Don't talk nonsense! Didn't you say that this brother is a royal guard?" The guard commander quickly glared at the man.

"Ah? That's not what I meant. What I meant was that he really looks a lot like him. He looks more like him than the general flag." The guard quickly explained.

"Yes, yes, Li Sanlang is right, I also think this brother is indeed more like Jin Yiwei after dressing up."

"No, or rather, he is more like a high-ranking official of Jinyiwei. His demeanor does not look like that of an ordinary person!"

The others started talking in a flurry of words.

"Okay, okay! Everyone, please leave now. Keep your mouth shut about tonight's events and don't spread the word without risking your life. Finally, hurry up and rush to the inn outside Lanzhou City to rest. Thank you for your hard work, everyone!"

Shopkeeper He spoke loudly.

"Li Sanlang, you lead the people in front to clear the way, and the others will protect the convoy in the middle!" the guard commander ordered.

Shopkeeper He asked someone to bring Zhang Jin a horse: "What do you call this brother?"

"Surname Zhang."

"Brother Zhang, oh no, Mr. Zhang Qi, this is your horse."

Zhang Jin took a look at the horse. He couldn't ride a horse, but since it was given by Shopkeeper He, of course he couldn't refuse it.

"Thank you so much, Shopkeeper He."

"No thanks, Mr. Zhang Qi deserves this." Shopkeeper He said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang Qi, please mount up, we will set off soon."

Following a few calls from Shopkeeper He and the guards, the caravan quickly took action again and headed towards Lanzhou City not far away.

Zhang Jin sat astride the horse, stepped on the stirrups, held the reins, and turned on the anti-gravity field of the [Sky Star Bracelet]. Instead of sitting on the saddle, he floated and was carried forward by the horse.

The fact that I don't know how to ride a horse is blurred. At the same time, floating like this is more comfortable than riding a horse, and it also saves the horse's energy.

Along the way, Shopkeeper He and the guard commander chatted with Zhang Jin from time to time, but Zhang Jin often used the excuse that he didn't want them to know too much, lest the incident of pretending to be a Jin Yiwei would implicate them, so he kept the information about his life experience.

The issue of residence.

In about one stick of incense, the caravan arrived at the Tongshang Inn outside Lanzhou City. At this time, the inn was already bustling with people. The servants and guards of the caravan who had been busy all day in the hall gathered together to drink and eat meat.

Chatting, laughing and cursing loudly!

The door to the inn lobby was pushed open, and Shopkeeper He and his party walked in from the outside.

"Guests, the inn's room is already..." The shopkeeper greeted him with an apologetic smile, but stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Jin took the lead and took the silver ingot from shopkeeper He and slapped it on the counter. It made a loud noise and immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

The other caravan guys and guards had different expressions when they saw this Jin Yiwei dressed in flying fish uniform.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen Jin Yiwei?" Zhang Jin glanced at him, and everyone present in the hall turned their heads and looked away.

He snorted and looked at the innkeeper, "Three guest rooms, one bunk, prepare fodder for the horses, and replenish all the food and water. This ingot of silver will be used as a deposit. If it is not enough, you will pay."

The innkeeper swallowed his saliva and forced a smile and said: "Sir, the guest rooms in the inn are full. If you don't mind, how about giving you a rest in the room where I live? As for the other few, I'm afraid

I can only feel aggrieved..."

Before the innkeeper could finish speaking, Zhang Jin interrupted him: "Aggrieved? Do you recognize this token?"

An oval-shaped token was thrown over, and the innkeeper hurriedly caught it with both hands, fearing that if he accidentally dropped it on the ground, he would be killed. After catching it, he took a careful look and returned it respectfully:

"I recognize you. I've seen the Lord Commander before!"

Zhang Jin slowly took back his badge and said calmly: "As long as you recognize it, there is no word "grievance" in Jinyiwei. Do you understand?"

"Understood! Understood!" The innkeeper nodded.

"Now that I understand, let me ask you again, do you have these three guest rooms or not?"

When Zhang Jin said these words, he turned to look into the hall. His eyes passed by a group of ordinary caravan guys and guards, and fell directly on a few middle-aged people in the corner who were dressed in extraordinary styles.

The middle-aged people noticed his gaze, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became a little ugly.

These words were obviously meant for the innkeeper, but in fact they were also meant for them. It was clear whether the innkeeper knew the truth or they knew it better.

The three parties were silent for a long time. Finally, one businessman couldn't stand the pressure brought by Jin Yiwei's name. He handed over to several people at the same table, then stood up and told the innkeeper that he was willing to give up a guest room.

Someone took the lead, and the remaining two rooms were quickly vacated.

"Sir, what do you think?" The innkeeper thanked the businessmen who offered their rooms, and then turned to ask Zhang Jin's attitude.

"What I want is three upper rooms." Zhang Jin glanced at the shopkeeper.

"Don't worry! Upper room, absolutely upper room! Except for the common bunk room, all the rooms upstairs here are upper rooms." The innkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What do you think?" Zhang Jin suddenly turned to ask shopkeeper He and the guard commander.

"It's all up to you," Shopkeeper He said respectfully.

"Okay, shopkeeper, go upstairs and lead the way. I've been traveling all day and I'm tired. Bring me a basin of water to wash my face and scald my feet." Zhang Jin waved his hand and signaled.

"Okay! Sir, please come upstairs!" The innkeeper personally led the way, and at the same time, he did not forget to instruct the waiters in the shop to greet other people in the caravan.

After shopkeeper He and the guard commander arranged things, they followed them upstairs.

The innkeeper led the three people to a guest room, opened the door himself, and said with a smile: "Sir, this is your room."

"Yes." Zhang Jin responded and said to Shopkeeper He next to him, "You're welcome, this is what I should do. Everyone is tired tonight. Get a good rest. We have to travel tomorrow."

After saying that, he stepped into the house and closed the door.

"Sir, a waiter will bring you face wash and foot wash water soon!" After the innkeeper finished speaking, he led shopkeeper He and the guard commander to the other two guest rooms.

Not long after, two basins of water were delivered to Zhang Jin's guest room, one basin of warm water to wash his face, and one basin of hot water to soak his feet.

While Zhang Jin was washing his face and soaking his feet and enjoying a moment of comfort, in another guest room, shopkeeper He was having a secret conversation with the guard commander.

"Master, that brother Zhang is full of mystery and weirdness. Why don't we find an excuse to separate from him tomorrow, so as not to ruin our good deeds."

"Huh, do you think it's that easy? Now that he is the Commander-in-Chief of Jinyiwei, we don't have to say when to separate, it's up to him. I didn't even give him 20 taels of silver before, because I was afraid that the plan was too big. Today it's another time

Jin Yiwei's identity and our relationship have been confirmed in this inn, and I'm afraid the news will spread soon as the caravan leaves tomorrow."

Shopkeeper He poured himself a cup of tea. The free tea in the inns where he stayed outside the city was not good, and it tasted rough and astringent, but he did not feel uncomfortable at all.

"Tell me, is he a human or a ghost?" The guard commander lowered his voice and turned his head to look in the direction of a certain wall.

Shopkeeper He put down the tea cup: "What difference does it make if you are a human or a ghost? In this remote desert, you should be a human when you should be a human, and be a ghost when you should be a ghost. All in order to survive and earn a living without shame.

"

"Then we just leave him alone?"

"Of course not, let's take a look at the situation. He is still a human at the moment, and we will take action when he turns into a ghost. I don't believe it. A ghost wearing flying fish skin can be more powerful than a real person?!"

Shopkeeper He exerted a slight force on his palm, and the tea cup immediately fell into pieces, and the broken porcelain fragments made a harsh sound in his palm.

When the guard commander saw this scene before him, he was surprised and admired: "Master, your iron palm has improved a lot!"

Shopkeeper He opened his palm, and the pieces of the tea cup fell on the table. He blew some powder on his hand and shook his head: "I'm old, this is the end. If I work for a few more years, I should spend my old age peacefully in my hometown.

"Yeah."
To be continued...