The sky in the east was clear, and the strong smell of blood filled the inn. Wang Ning'an had just killed three people, and his body was covered with blood, which was very smelly and disgusting.

He forced himself to vomit and checked all the assassin's bodies. He discovered a strange phenomenon. On the shoulder of the assassin, there was a place the size of a nail, which seemed to be a tattoo, and it seemed to be burnt. In short, there was a round scar. Around the scar, there was a few rays of light, like the sun drawn by a child...

Dozens of people were all exactly the same... Wang Ning'an immediately became alert. Although he was the parents of his body and hair, many people had tattoos in the Song Dynasty, especially the gangsters in the market, Liba at the wharf, and many inferior people insisted on relying on tattoos to enhance their courage. What are the dragons that come out of water, tigers go down the mountain, mastiffs, and black bears wearing armor... There are many types, and there are many.

But dozens of people were exactly the same, which was unusual. Wang Ning'an first thought of some kind of organization, and when he joined, he left a mark on his body as a distinction mark.

In addition, the wounded before biting the Hedinghong and committing suicide collectively is definitely not an ordinary outlaw!

While thinking, Wang Ning'an suddenly found a guy moving.

It was no one else, it was the one who cut off his eyes by Yang Xi. The severe pain made him unconscious, his face was covered with blood, and he was in a mess. Everyone thought he was dead and didn't care.

At this moment, he woke up, and Wang Ning'an hurriedly called Liang Dagang and pulled his clothes away. It didn't matter. He pried open his mouth to prevent poison sacs from hiding in his teeth.

To ensure that the other party does not commit suicide, Wang Ning'an is ready to question him.

"There are people from the yamen coming." Zhang Tiechui reminded Wang Ning'an.

"Yamen? They are always late!"

Wang Ning'an suddenly felt a little alert. There were not many people who had made grudges, and the Cui family was one, but they had been destroyed by the clan. No one left would have such a big battle to take his own life.

Then who did the move?

Wang Ze!

After all the calculations, it's just such an enemy.

He took Ouyang Xiu's badge to the prison and asked about Wang Ze everywhere. As people said, he was very good at hand and knew that since he had offended the Yang family, he would have made some mistakes and could only make sense...

"Uncle Gang, hide the person."

Liang Dagang received the order and hurriedly took the assassin away. As soon as he turned around and left, there was a sound of chaos, and hundreds of soldiers rushed in.

The person in charge was the old master Ouyang Xiu. Behind him were several officials and servants from Daming Mansion, one of whom was in his thirties, with a black face. Although he was not good-looking, he had a special temperament. Only by being in a high position and being in charge of killing can he be cultivated.

But this person was wearing a black robe, not even the lowest-level official. Could it be that he was the Absin Wangze?

After glanced at him, Wang Ning'an immediately focused on Ouyang Xiu.

"I'll pay homage to the drunkard."

"Stop being too polite, are you okay?" Ouyang Xiu said with concern.

Wang Ning'an smiled, "It's okay for Wansheng to be alive, but these assassins came strangely. I didn't expect someone to spend a lot of money to kill me!"

"It may not be so." Ouyang Xiu walked quickly to the assassin's death and found the position of his shoulders. When he saw the round mark, his face turned pale and he shook his head.

Wang Ning'an approached and asked, "Drunk, do you know these people?"

Ouyang Xiu nodded, "See, do you see, the sign of this little sun is the mark of the Manemini Buddhism."

Mingjiao? Zhang Wuji?

Wang Ning'an had just a flash of thought, and he immediately thought of the Fang La Uprising... The Ming Cult was indeed spread in the Song Dynasty, with different names in different places, but countless believers were numerous, and many uprisings had their own figures. Could it be that these assassins were sent by the Maniac? Why did they cause trouble for themselves?

Ouyang Xiu said to himself: "Since the flood, there have been millions of refugees. The evil people have taken the opportunity to make trouble among the people and make great connections. In recent days, many incidents of Mani Ming disciples attacking caravans and robbing horses and food. Unexpectedly, even Daming Mansion has thieves. It is really hard to guard against!"

"Drunk, you said they snatched the horses?"

"That's right, it's not just horses, including mules, donkeys, boats, vehicles, food, clothing... The convoy of tyrants under my husband was attacked several times and suffered a lot of losses. I heard that someone attacked the inn, so I came, but I didn't expect it was them again." Ouyang Xiu was so angry that he spat fiercely, kicking him hard a few times, and exhaling anger.

Wang Ning'an thoughtful, "Zuiweng, what do they want to do when they do this?"

"How did I know? I think it was because of a major disaster, and they couldn't fill their stomachs, so I took the risk. I have mobilized young and strong people from all over the country. I must give them color and know my strength!"

Ouyang Xiu said it in a fierce manner, but the Manichaeans are so fierce that ordinary men can handle it. They should mobilize people and search for them in large quantities. Old Ouyang would not be so confused, right? Could it be that the old master still has a knot in his heart and cannot work with Jia Changchao?

When is this time? How can you throw a tantrum?

"Drunk, according to your wishes, they sent people to attack the late-successful horses, should they snatch the late-successful horses?"

Wang Ning'an brought ten people over, plus a few people from the Yang family, each with two horses, a total of thirty horses, and they were all good horses, not too few.

Ouyang Xiu nodded subconsciously, "Maybe that's the case."

"I've suffered!" Wang Ning'an immediately said, "Zuiweng, Wansheng lives in the city, and they all dare to come and rob the war horses. It is obvious that there is a huge force in the city, which is so big that it is unimaginable. In Wansheng's opinion, they plunder and plunder regardless of everything, which is a big plan and a big move!"

To put it bluntly, it is to rebel!

Ouyang Xiu was not a fool, and he guessed it in an instant.

"Oh, why didn't I expect it?" The victims everywhere were so upset. If they rebel again, wouldn't this be a fatal blow? "Isn't it going to do?" Ouyang Xiu turned around in an anxious manner.

"Zuiweng, the overall situation is the most important thing. Even young man dared to suggest that he should go to Jia Xianggong immediately, only he can mobilize troops to deal with the Mani Ming Cult."

Ouyang Xiu despised Jia Changchao's character. During the Qingli period, the two of them were mortal enemies, but at a critical moment, they didn't care about anything. The old master immediately turned around and went to find Jia Changchao. Before leaving, he said to the black-faced clerk: "Stay here and take the people to clean up the body."

A trace of anxiety flashed slightly on the clerk's face, but he still followed the orders.

He directed his subordinates to quickly clean up the body. He squatted down from time to time, checked the wounds, and confirmed that they were dead before someone would carry them away.

"Wang Aishi, you are so careful in your work!"

Wang Ning'an was around Wang Ze at some point and said with a smile. Wang Ze hesitated for a moment and did not look back. He smiled and said, "I dare not do my best to do my best to do my job for the court."

"Yes, if the officials of the court were as diligent as you, there would be no outlaws who wanted to cause trouble." Wang Ning'an bent down, leaned close to Wang Ze's ear, and suddenly whispered: "Big Dragon Head, don't check it, I'll kill it!"

After saying that, Wang Ning'an suddenly stood up, turned around and left, leaving only a back for Wang Ze.

...

"Ning'an, how do you know that Wang Ze is the big dragon head named Mani?" Yang Jiumei said curiously.

"I guessed it, but after the test, I was 50% sure that even if I was not a big leader, Wang Ze could not escape." Wang Ning'an said confidently, his fingers knocking rhythmically.

"The Mani Ming Cult should be on the rise soon. They did not allow any mistakes to attack the Yang family and sent someone to assassinate us! But they made the wrong plan and dared to cause trouble for me, so they couldn't afford to take care of it!"

Wang Ning'an turned around and rushed to the room behind. The last survivor had woken up. Wang Ning'an pulled out his soft sword and pointed it at his only remaining eyes.

"As long as I stab you, you will never see the spring flowers and autumn moon again, and the world will worship you. Are you really willing to live in darkness forever?"
Chapter completed!