At this time, there were four strong warriors standing on the left and right in the felt tent of Tso Muhun, wearing military uniforms, with sharp swords in their hands, and murderous intent. They seemed to have no concern for the dying sheep thief in the sack. On the other hand, Tso Muhun, who was sitting on the bed, had a muddy look and was thinking about his own thoughts. From Wu Yonglin and Duanmuxiong carrying the sack that was pretending to be a man, they had been standing here for almost half an hour, and Tso Muhun had never said a word.

What made Wu Yonglin strange was that this time, Tsomuhun actually found a translator who knew both Chinese and Tubo. The man was named Zhimacuo. It was obvious that he might be like Duanmuxiong, a mixed-race child of Tubo and Wei Dynasty people. All the characteristics of Duanmuxiong can be found in him. When he first came in, he actually climbed in like a dog, with his hands and knees on the ground. After he came in, he had been timid and humble in the tent, including Wu Yonglin Duanmuxiong, and even spoke as thin as a mosquito chant, fearing that he would offend Tsomuhun and others, which would lead to unintentional disasters.

To be honest, Wu Yonglin looked down on him a little when he saw this person. No matter how good he is, he must have three points of pride. In his body, he may not be able to see a single point. Wu Yonglin's pertinent evaluation of him was: he deserves to be stepped on by others for the rest of his life. If he is a man, he might as well be a eunuch as a palace, at least he can be a virtuous person.

The purpose of Tso Muhun made this person come is very simple. Tso Muhun is a very fair person. He wants to know the truth of the whole thing in detail from Wu Yonglin and Duanmuxiong. He will not wrongly accuse a good person, nor will he let any bad person go.

When the sack was opened, Tso Muhun was not surprised at the fact that Awang was in the sack. When Wu Yonglin tactfully told how these people were preparing to do evil and presented the saltpeter used to ignite in front of Tso Muhun, Tso Muhun actually smiled strangely. Wu Yonglin always felt that he had any bad premonition, but he just couldn't tell what the problem was.

In this way, after listening to Wu Yonglin's one-sided remarks, Tsomuhun yawned at Zhimacuo for a while, as if the late-night interrogation disturbed his dream. The two charming women who were originally huddled in the corner returned to his arms at his gesture. After pinching the two women's soft and soft faces, he sniffed on them, and almost glared out Duanmu Xiong's envious eyes next to him.

The translator named Zhimacuo kept listening to Tsomuhun's instructions quietly. It was not until Tsomuhun waved his hand and asked him to translate the original words just now that he began to say slowly: "We Lord Tsomuhun ask you two to go back and rest first. Just your oral statement is not enough to prove that this person is a sheep thief. When he wakes up, we will torture him severely. If the truth of the whole thing is as you said just now, this person will naturally receive the punishment he deserves."

Wu Yonglin looked at Tsomuhun who was having fun on the bed with a squint, and then looked at the eight people next to him who were not squint. He always felt that these people might be waiting for an opportunity to attack Duanmu Xiong and himself, so he secretly raised his breath just in case, but he didn't care about the timid Zhimacuo at all.

"Just..." Duanmu Xiong next to him was about to interrupt, but the cold gaze that came from Tsomuhun shrank back the words that had just reached his mouth.

"Let's go, I'll take you out."

After Zhimacuo finished speaking, he actually patted Wu Yonglin's shoulder. Wu Yonglin felt a needle-punching feeling on his shoulder. When he was about to faint, Zhimacuo had already flashed behind Duanmuxiong like lightning. He used a ring with a needle on his left middle finger to sting Duanmuxiong's neck. Duanmu's majestic body fell directly on the carpet. If the carpet was not soft, he would have helped him remove some of the strength. Wu Yonglin was really afraid that Duanmuxiong's head would be broken.

Wu Yonglin just felt that his body had just numbed. Except that his body was a little uncontrollable, his consciousness was clear. In order to paralyze people like Cuomhun, he also fell straight on the carpet like a rolling wood.

The person who was not concerned about the most was so experienced, which shows that this person's kung fu had already been perfect for at least this moment. Zhimacuo was the first person to let Wu Yonglin see it, and the leader of this group of people should be a master who is hidden.

"Zhimacuo, fortunately you were prepared for this person who can defeat even the number one master of the Western Air. If you don't use your strategy, you don't know how many of us will hurt. This time you remember your first merit.

You brought someone to Mr. Tong overnight and asked him to prepare three thousand taels of gold, and then we said we had caught the person he wanted."

When Wu Yonglin, who was sleeping, heard that Tso Muhun could speak Chinese, it was like a bolt from the blue. Tso Muhun was a good actor. It was a pity that he would not win the Oscars. This was an old actor who he missed again. When he heard that he was worth 3,000 taels of gold, he thought that it would be better to be cheaper than his own people and leave such rich wealth for his women. He was also at ease. After all, he did not belong to this world. If he had the chance, he would still have to go back. After all, he couldn't bear to leave the old man alone there.

"Will we take him alone?" Zhimacuo still spoke in a humble tone. It seemed that this person was slap in his bones.

"Card him opposite that man, as for the boy next to him, just find a place to lock him up."

In this way, Wu Yonglin was locked up again, but this time the only thing that is thankful for is that Jiumo Xuankong, under his instructions, secretly returned to Bison Valley after scaring away Awang's accomplices with the gong. Maybe not long after, Yue Ling'er and others would naturally find ways to rescue themselves.

I don’t know how long I walked, but when two Tubo strong men were carried into a dungeon, Wu Yonglin secretly laughed. The two of them were afraid of breaking him, so they were careful along the way. Even when they were going down the ladder, he was still carried by one of the strong men. After all, he could get a mountain of gold. Look at the beds, felt blankets, firewood, pottery spittoons in the dungeon, and there was a small table in the corner of the wide bed, and there was a pair of Go on the table. This was not here to go to jail, it was just to enjoy life, except that the body was not so free.

Wu Yonglin looked around and there was a person opposite him who was almost the same as him. However, the man turned his back to him, with a pair of shackles on his feet, and seemed to have fallen asleep. Wu Yonglin could hear his slight snoring.
Chapter completed!