Turbulent Times Chapter 401: Poison trap

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Wang Junlin's face changed. According to his knowledge, Arabic numerals are called "Indo-Arabic numerals". It was invented by the ancient Indians, and later spread from India to Arabia, and from Arabia to Europe in the early 12th century. Europeans called it "Arabic numerals". It was really spread to China in the Qing Dynasty. At least in all the documents before the Qing Dynasty, no one has ever used Arabic numerals.

Wang Junlin remembered that Tian Xiangzi of the Momen once used a simple microphone to pretend to be a ghost to scare him, and a few days ago in Jincheng, the student who was suspected of being a disciple of the Shenjianmen almost used a sniper-like method from 800 meters away. Snipe him, and the knife used by the killer who wants to kill him now has an Arabic numeral '7' engraved on it.

These three things made Wang Junlin deduce some terrifying conjectures, he couldn't help but gasped, frowned in thought, and remained silent for a long time.

"No, it's possible that this mark is just the same as 7." Wang Junlin muttered to himself after some time passed.

Squat down and take out two steel needles, take out a black porcelain bottle, soak the steel in the black porcelain bottle for a while, and then insert the two steel needles into the assassin's broken leg with a cloth until it is hard to see with the naked eye . Then he kicked the killer into the earth pit where he had been hiding before, and glanced at the gray belly that gradually appeared in the sky. Wang Junlin put away the killer's knife, turned on the blood-maned horse, and galloped towards Tianshui City. go.

Not long after Wang Junlin left, a man in black appeared on the hillside, found the assassin's body from the pit, and silently inspected it, especially the trampling wounds on the broken leg and chest of the body Focus on investigating.

"The legs are broken so neatly, and the incisions are so smooth, it can be seen that this son's Spring and Autumn Saber skills have been mastered, and it really is...ah...poisonous." The man in black muttered to himself, before finishing his sentence , There was a slight tingling pain in the fingers of his left hand, and then he saw his left hand turn black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then spread to his arm at an extremely rapid speed.

The man in black let out a roar, and the strange-shaped long knife at his waist came out of its sheath, and the light of the knife flashed like lightning, cutting off his left arm directly from the elbow. If Wang Junlin witnessed this scene, he would definitely find that this person's martial arts was still higher than the killer he killed, and it was obviously much higher, but such a master was hit by Wang Junlin's poisonous needle. In this era, it is very rare to kill people with hands and feet in corpses, but it is too common in later generations of mercenaries in jungles, deserts and other field battles. Using corpses to arrange hidden mines and traps is already the most basic skill of a qualified mercenary. This not only involves specific "craftsmanship", but more importantly, the psychological control of the follow-up enemy. For this reason, it is even a combat discipline, and Wang Junlin has not only experienced similar professional training, but is simply Familiar with the road.

There was a sharp pain, and the man in black let out a scream, and began to bandage himself as quickly as possible, took out the wound medicine and poured it on the broken arm. After doing all this, his whole body was drenched with sweat, and his face was extremely pale.

"Wang Junlin, I must kill you..." The man in black let out an angry howl like a wolf, squatting on the ground with one knee, with the knife in his hand on the ground, supporting his body, he felt I hadn't even met Wang Junlin before, so I lost my arm in a daze, I was really useless.

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Wang Junlin ran for a full day and took two breaks in the middle. He and his horse ate something and drank some water. Finally, near dusk, he saw the majestic Tianshui City from a distance.

Even though the blood-maned horse is very talented, he still felt a little tired after running for more than 600 miles in one breath in the past two days and one night. The horse couldn't help neighing in joy.

One person and one horse began to slow down, trotting towards the north gate of Tianshui City.

Half an hour later, it was already dusk, and Wang Junlin rushed to Tianshui City at the gate of the city, but when he entered the city, he showed the identity token of General Ying Yanglang, and then he handed over the The prepared letter was handed over to the city gate official, and asked him to send it to Han Ziliang, the general of Ying Yanglang in Tianshui County. By the way, I inquired about the location of Yuquan Pass, and then found a place, each of them ate a full meal, and then rushed to Yuquan Pass unhurriedly.

Just when passing a street that must be passed to Yuquan Pass, the blood-maned horse who was jogging forward suddenly froze, changing from jogging to walking slowly. Wang Junlin also felt it, squinting his eyes, His gaze swept across the entire street like lightning. At this time, there were many pedestrians coming and going on the street, but he still noticed a few people.

In the setting sun, a drunk was standing against the wall at the entrance of "Maiji Yanyu Restaurant" a hundred steps to his left. It is normal for drunks to be in front of restaurants on the street, but this person's location happened to be in the shadow of the famous signboard of this restaurant. Among them, it is difficult for Wang Junlin to see his face clearly from this angle. In addition, this person is wearing a large gray cloth robe, which is so wide that it is difficult to see if there is anything hidden under the robe. , otherwise no one will see it.

Then, Wang Junlin spotted the peddler pushing a wooden wheeled cart and selling groceries opposite the drunk. It has been almost two years since we came to this era, and it is also normal for there to be hawkers selling groceries on the streets of towns. This peddler looked no different from the hawkers he had seen before, except that he was a bit tall and even a little bloated. What really caught Wang Junlin's attention was his hands, which were too clean, especially the manicured nails. Very neat, a peddler's hands shouldn't be this clean.

And there is a very simple tea shop fifteen steps to the left of the grocery hawker, with simple snacks and side dishes.

There are three simple wooden tables, and the tea drinkers sit on the small bamboo stools next to them, eating the dry food they brought, drinking tea and eating side dishes.

At this time, there were six people in the tea shop, and the one who caught Wang Junlin's attention was a very short and strong man with disheveled hair **** with a white cloth belt. There is a pole next to him, which looks like a coolie. It was this shoulder pole that Wang Junlin noticed. For the coolies who carried it on their shoulders, this pole was obviously thicker, and it must be somewhat uncomfortable to use.

The person opposite this person is also dressed as a coolie, sitting and drinking tea.

This man is very young, and of course there is a pole next to him, but his pole is not very thick, but this young man's eyes are too bright, although he looks lazy, and his tea drinking behavior seems to be very rude.

Ten steps to the right of this tea shop, there is a spacious carriage parked under the shade of a tree.

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