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Monkey had just stuffed the bag into his arms, but had not yet taken his hands out of his clothes.

There was a group of eight people in black clothes, with uniform black waistbands tied around their waists, and their steps were as neat as one person.The mountains seemed suddenly quiet.

The one walking in the front was tall and thin, and what was hanging on his waist was not a knife, but a sheathed long sword.Already in front of you.

The monkey squatted under the cliff with his hand still covering his chest.His heart skipped a beat.But he didn't run.He saw the rhythm of his footsteps and the badge on his waist.Not from the palace.

Manager Liu always walks in a chaotic manner, and the shouts always arrive before the footsteps.This group of people walked without making a sound, and even breathed just as softly.This is a character ten times more ruthless than Wang Fu.

Eight men in black have walked to the bottom of the cliff.The blue light from the torches illuminated the gravel slope palely.The tall and thin man stopped five steps away from him, and his eyes glanced at the cracks on the cliff, then at the dried blood on the ground, and finally fell on the monkey.

"Did you kill the people on this mountain?"

The monkey raised his head.He looked at the tall and thin man's face, with an expression of indifference as if he was used to life and death.I have seen this kind of person in the palace, and he is the hardest to fool.But people who are even more difficult to fool have also seen it. The cashier at the entrance of Yuezhou City Casino can tell you how much money you have in your pocket just by looking at you.There is only one way to deal with such people: neither tell the truth nor lies.Let him think you are a useless but somewhat useful ordinary person.

"Sir, you are joking." The monkey stood up and patted the soil on his knees."If I can kill so many people, why should I squat in this barren mountain and eat wild fruits? I am just a herb digger. I went into the mountains to collect Panax notoginseng the day before yesterday. I encountered a landslide and got lost. I hid under this cliff and dared not go out."

The tall and thin man said nothing.Behind him, a man in black bent over the gravel slope and picked up a scabbard, Chen San's scabbard, the one that the monkey deliberately placed on the edge of the crack.The man in black handed the scabbard to the tall and thin man.

The tall and thin man took it and rubbed the wear marks on the scabbard with his fingers."Chen San's sword. Last year he killed three policemen at the gate of Yuezhou City. His scabbard is here, where is the sword?"

The monkey glanced at the bottomless crack."It fell. There were two people fighting here just now. The fight shook the mountain, and then they both fell. I hid behind the stone and didn't dare to breathe."

"Did you kill him?"

"Sir, do you think I am someone who can kill Chen San?" The monkey stretched out his arm, as thin as a matchstick."He could crush me to death with one finger."

The tall and thin man threw the scabbard back to the ground and took a step closer.The light from the torch shone on the monkey's face, clearly illuminating the mud on his face.On the face, neck, wrists, and on the whole body, only two eyes are clean.The tall and thin man looked at it for a while and suddenly asked: "What is your name?"

The monkey opened his mouth.He originally wanted to say "monkey."

Monkey is the name of the well in Yuezhou City, and it is the name of others who look down upon him.It was the name of the wild child who was kicked in the butt, robbed of his bread, and called a bastard.

Now that Manager Liu is dead, all the palace's pursuers are buried in the mountains.That wild boy named Monkey has died in Shiwanda Mountain.

He remembered the two words his adoptive father taught him to write when he was a child.

He stood up straight.

"Hou Zi. The Hou of Lord Hou, the purple of Ziweixing."

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