After Lang Ren staggered into the city, he felt uneasy but never stayed away.

On the dark street, he looked back from time to time, and there was always darkness and silence behind him. He could not see any pursuers or feel any danger.

But the discomfort as if it was a thorn in the throat always lingered, and dizziness began to appear in front of me.

His physique is weak, not much better than the scholar who has no power to tie a chicken. He kept his heartstrings tense as soon as he got off the boat, and he never stopped after coming up from the water. Now his body and mind are extremely exhausted.

Lang Ren knew that he was already exhausted, so it would be difficult for him to persevere at the General's Mansion.

Although Bao Wenhuan asked him to enter the city and did not tell anyone about the news, in his heart, only the one from the General's Mansion was successful at this time.

As for the rest of the capital, he couldn't believe it, and others wouldn't believe it, and they would just think that he was crazy. The Jingqi of the Beiyan was still outside Yulong Pass and was rejected by the Pingbei Army for many years. How could a spy enter the country?

Lang Ren didn't understand it in his heart, but he knew that what he should do now was not to think about these things, but to think less as much as possible and try his best to deliver the message.

But the sense of crisis that lingers in my heart becomes clearer, just like a cloud condenses above my head, and the next moment it will be a heavy rain.

Thinking of the fireworks that exploded on the river, he knew that those people would not let him go.

Lang Ren opened his eyes open, and as if he thought of something, he turned around and ran towards the corner of the alley.

There are beggars in the outer city of this capital, and they are in various markets. They will act as brokers and sell information to government officials or gangs to make a living.

Lang Ren held the wall and moved slowly. His legs were as if he was filled with lead, and his eyelids were even more heavy to close, but the stubbornness in his heart supported him to walk step by step.

"Ouch!"

It seemed like a tripping someone under his feet, and a black shadow jumped up when he heard a scream, and Lang Ren, who had not had much strength, fell down because of this.

"Scared, it turns out that he is also a beggar." The man looked at the person who was sloppy at his feet and waved his hand with an unlucky look on his face. "Go and go, there are people here, get out and lie down."

"Well, brother." Lang Ren grabbed the man's ankle.

"Damn!" The man was so clever that he felt that the hand he was holding was so wet but so powerful that he rolled his eyes in pain.

"Hurry up and let go, or I will hit you." The beggar is not old. He picked up the broken bowl from the side and made a gesture to fall on the naughty head.

"There is a piece of jade on my waist." Lang Ren forced himself to speak, "Do something for me."

"What did you say?" the beggar said, but his hands were not slow, and he had already squatted down to grop.

A piece of warm mutton fat jade was worn by a red rope. The beggar was holding it with his hands, but when he saw his dirty hands, he quickly wrapped it with his inner collar and placed it in front of him to look carefully.

"Is this true jade?" He said casually, but his eyes were emitting light.

Such a piece of jade costs at least a few dozen taels of silver. How many steamed buns can I buy? No, I have to eat roast chicken.

"It's true, the jade in the general's mansion." Lang Ren lay on the ground, his breath unstable, but his hand did not let go.

"General's Mansion?" The beggar was stunned for a moment, then looked at the person at his feet, with a suspicion, "What does it have to do with General's Mansion?"

"You go to the general's mansion and find the butler Su Fu, and let him tell the eldest young master Su Qing that the wolf in the north has chased the city, and the jade master invited by the two young masters cannot come." Lang Ren said, repeating it again, and then said, "You must send the news, they will give you 100 taels of silver. I know that the Beggars' Sect has always been chivalrous, so you must help me!"

There were only a few words left and right. Although the beggar couldn't understand, he remembered it immediately. The one who remembered it even deeper was naturally the title of "100 taels of silver" and the Beggars' Sect.

The Beggars' Sect has disappeared for hundreds of years, and beggars are beggars and they will never become a climate. But the Beggars' Sect was known as the largest gang in the world, and it also made the status of those beggars rise, just like having a family.

Even now, there are still many beggars who yearn for it, and of course they regard themselves as chivalrous and loyal people.

The beggar snorted and patted his chest, "I don't care who you are anymore. Don't worry, I will definitely deliver this news."

"Go now." Lang Ren stared at him, "The sooner the better, you will definitely be delivered!"

As he said that, his hands loosened, and he lay on the ground, his breathing became weak.

The beggar frowned, looked at the somewhat cold jade in his hand, and suddenly stood up, "It seems that you have run a long way, just rest here. No one else comes to cause trouble on this street. When I come back, bring you two buns."

As he said, he hung the jade around his neck, wrapped his trowel tightly and ran towards the inner city.

Lang Ren felt relieved as he heard the sound of running away, and his eyes were half open to look at the thin starlight above his head.

Not long after, he heard the sound of footsteps at the intersection of the street again, and the footsteps in his ears gradually became clear. He felt a lot relieved. No matter who the person was, he didn't care.

"Who are you? How could you lie here in Xiao Yi?"

The face is filled with the heat of breathing, accompanied by a strong bad breath and a strange smell of sourness.

But Lang Ren had no strength to speak, and could not see clearly the person in front of him, so he simply kept his eyes open and kept silent.

"Look at what he is wearing, he is still good at clothes." Another person tore off his clothes and said, "It's just soaked."

"This fool, I can't guarantee that I fell into the canal and got it from Xiao Yi. Alas, it's all cut, what are you doing?"

The man next to him began to peel off Lang Ren's lining and said, "This is a good material. If it is broken, you can exchange it for a few copper coins."

When the other person heard this, his eyes lit up and he took off Lang Ren's boots.

"Wow, these are still boots with silver thread."

"He still smells of alcohol, that is, the young master of a wealthy family has drunk too much and stole it into the water."

The two beggars talked to themselves and took out Lang Ren.

One of them directly covered the dirty lining on his body, looking proud. Although he cut a few pieces and brought some sand, it was much better than his uncovered body.

"It's still wet, what are you doing?"

"It's done just by wearing it."

The two of them fumbled on the guy on the ground, who seemed to be unconscious, and took the jade hairpin and the belt that was embedded in the jade. They smiled and then walked away with laughter.

On the ground, in the hazy night, there was only a weak and bare person lying on the broken mat.

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"I have a stomachache, you can wait for me a while."

"Try to do it, you can hurry up."

At the intersection of the street, one of the beggars ran away with his stomach, while the other showed off, carefully dipping his dirty hair and spitting evenly, putting on a hairpin, and thinking about how to tie the belt in his hand.

At this time, two people came towards us.

"Hey." One of them shouted, but his eyes looked at the beggar.

The beggar looked up and saw the sharp eyes of the two people scrutinizing and the other party's movement of pressing the knife. His face changed immediately. Without saying a word, he ran away.

The two of them were stunned at first, then they were delighted in their eyes and hurriedly chased after them.

In the alley, the beggar leaned against the wall, looked around and gasped, "Is it true that my grandfather can't recognize him?"

He held his knee and panted, then touched the jade on his belt and smiled.

When he turned around and wanted to leave, what he saw was a bright blade and a grim smile.

Puff, the knife ended.

"Is it him?"

"That's right."

"Go back and submit the work."

The two of them carried their heads on the ground and left while the night was dark.

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Chapter completed!