In an instant, he drew his sword and rushed out.

Ouyang Rong saw every move.

The two got into a fight.

At this time, the dozen or so slaves in green clothes exchanged glances, stepped forward with a tacit understanding, and gradually surrounded Ouyang Rong.

But Ouyang Rong used his body's flexibility and exchanged moves to throw Liu Zilin away, ran into the woods, and escaped from the encirclement.

"Don't play tricks."

Ouyang Rong said with a chuckle.

Liu Zilin's facial muscles twitched. Looking at the young county magistrate who was as cunning and difficult to catch as a loach, a tangled look flashed in his eyes.

In fact, even if Ouyang Rong surrendered, he would not let Ah Qing go.

But I didn't expect that this person would not fall into the trap.

"Humph, madman."

Liu Zilin ignored Ouyang Rong.

He turned his head and glanced at Ah Qing who was tied up, then suddenly turned around.

"Don't pay too much attention to this madman, be careful and follow me."

Liu Zilin led a group of domestic slaves, left the lawn and walked somewhere.

Ouyang Rong's smile slowly disappeared and he followed far behind.

Liu Zilin came to the ruins of the Jiazi sword furnace room.

While he was alert to Ouyang Rong, he directed his slaves to carry the broken pieces.

His expression was serious, as if he was rummaging through the ruins for something.

A few moments.

When Ouyang Rong saw it, Liu Zilin suddenly looked happy and pulled out a broken corpse from the ruins with a sword hilt inserted into the chest.

Liu Zilin quickly squatted down, casually pulled out several obstructive swords from the corpse's chest, and silently stretched his right hand into the dead Liu Zian's arms.

Not long after, he took out a blood-stained Buddhist scripture with three daggers inserted into it.

Ouyang Rong frowned.

Liu Zilin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Buddhist scriptures, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

He glanced at Liu Zian with an unblinking look, smiled, and put the Buddhist scripture, which he had deliberately stabbed with three swords to cover its position, into his arms.

Then he squatted down again and casually touched Liu Zi'an's body. He suddenly stopped and took out a brand new bronze mask from the sleeve of the corpse. Liu Zilin curled his lips in disgust, but lowered his eyes for a moment and put it into his sleeve.

Liu Zilin stood in the ruins of the A-shaped sword furnace room, clapped his hands, turned around with satisfaction, and returned to the edge of the cliff.

Walked up to Ah Qing.

"Hand over the things."

Liu Zilin suddenly spread his palms and narrowed his eyes to beg.

"What to hand over?" From a distance, Ouyang Rong replied coldly: "Your brother's third urn?"

Liu Zilin ignored him.

Ouyang Rong frowned more and more.

Liu Zilin stared straight at a certain delicate girl with a pale face: "I want to ask you a question."

Ah Qing shook his head in confusion.

Liu Zilin sneered at the corner of his mouth and ordered:

"Where is the gift that the old gentleman asked someone to give you earlier? Hand it over!"

Ah Qing was stunned.
Chapter completed!