C8 My name is ye qing

"From the aura on his forehead, if I'm not wrong, this person should be the leader of the escort team. "Then, the first thing to do is to finish him off …"

Ye Qing, who was already drawing his bow, looked at Old Wu, who had a face full of happiness while smoking a cigarette, and once he set his target, he immediately retracted his killing intent and slowly locked onto his target …

Swoosh!

A sonic boom rang out as Old Wu, the escort, fell to the ground while smoking and being caught off guard.

He saw a tail feather that was trembling slightly as an arrow was deeply stuck between the eyes of the escort, Old Wu.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Another three arrows flew through the air, and the three bodyguards near Old Wu fell to the ground.

At this time, the rest of the escorts that were responsible for taking care of the slaves also reacted.

"Someone is taking the dart!" An escort shouted.

However, the moment the escort spoke, three arrows shot out from the darkness, killing him and the other two.

At this moment, the remaining ten escort bodyguards finally realized the direction of the dark arrow. They hid behind the trunk of the big tree, each of them took off their longbows and prepared to counterattack.

"Watch out for hidden arrows. There don't seem to be many of them, but they're experienced. Don't underestimate them!" An older escort, holding onto the longbow in his hand, alerted the crowd while keeping an eye out for the direction in which the arrows were coming from.

However, unlike the anxious escort, many of the captive slaves continued to lie expressionlessly on the ground, staring blankly into space while the others continued to sleep.

After all, to them slaves, whether their escort won, or the vicious men who came to snatch the darts won, there was no difference in their outcome.

Because they were the escort convoy, the people who came to snatch the darts were definitely here for them, so it would be useless for them to run away. They might even be killed by the random arrows.

This made the hundred slaves especially calm in this nervous atmosphere.

"There are still ten?" Ye Qing looked at the escort who was hiding behind a tree and smiled indifferently, "But if you guys spread out, won't it be easier for me to take you down one by one? Furthermore, you all do not even have a campfire, so it is practically pitch black … "

Borrowing the darkness of the night, Ye Qing, who was slowly climbing down from the tree, drew the great saber at his waist and groped toward the nearest escort.

The latter part of the process was almost as Ye Qing had expected, easily taking care of the rest of the escort team and capturing the fat slave trader hiding inside the carriage's canopy.

"You … "You, what do you want?"

The slave-merchant who sat paralyzed on the ground looked at Ye Qing, who was bleeding profusely with a large blade in his hand, and his expression became more and more panicked.

"You want these slaves?" Or do you need money? " The slave trader said, and took out a stack of silver notes with a trembling hand, "I can give you the money and slaves, please, no! "Great Hero, please let this little one go …"

However, Ye Qing paid no attention to the slave trader's begging and only kicked the slave trader over.

"Let me ask you, where is this place? "What day is it today?" Ye Qing stepped on the chest of the slave trader, pointed his big blade at the slave trader, and asked in a very calm voice.

"I'll say it!" I said it all! Don't kill me! Today is the 6th of August, 57 year of Tang. This should be the mountain about 20 li south of Fucheng City in Min Prefecture City. "Hero, don't kill me!"

"August 6th, 57?" Seeing that the slave trader didn't seem to be lying, Ye Qing lightly nodded his head, "I know, you can die now."