Chapter 84 Painted Skin
In candlelight.

As the waiter carrying the food box entered the room, Bal, who was still sitting on the edge of the couch, repacked a letter and pointed at the table, saying casually, "Just put it there."

The waiter glanced at the letter in his arms calmly, smiled and responded, then brought out plates of side dishes, saying at the same time: "The officials who followed the captain wanted to drink, and the postmaster did not dare to refuse, so he asked me to ask the captain..."

Bal's face darkened and he said, "Drinking will delay things. Just prepare a few good horses. I will set out as early as possible tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, he strode to the table and looked at the side dishes on the table, but his mind was still thinking about the information in the letter.

The waiter picked up the food box and left.

After leaving the room, he found the postmaster and said, "Captain Ba said that the superiors have been traveling day and night and it is really hard. You can have a drink tonight."

The postmaster had no doubts and immediately opened several jars of liquor for the warriors in the Tongwenguan to drink.

As the night progressed, the waiter went up to the second floor again with a candle and stayed outside the guest room.

After a moment, the door was gently opened and he walked in slowly and silently.

Inside, Bal seemed to feel a faint light in the room, so he suddenly woke up.

He rubbed his head, which was feeling a little dizzy, and looked carefully. He saw that it was the waiter again, sitting at the table holding a lamp, and looking at him with interest.

Bal was shocked and angry. He subconsciously looked towards the door and saw that it had been locked again. It was quiet outside, and there seemed to be faint snoring sounds coming from it.

"Who the hell are you?!"

He activated his Dantian energy and tried to get off the couch, but suddenly he felt his whole body go limp and he fell off the edge of the bed.

The waiter smiled, put the lamp on the table, and walked over. "I advise the captain not to work hard anymore. I have put some powder as seasoning in the dish just now. If the captain forces himself to work hard, his internal energy will be wasted."

Bal felt a chill on his back. With his strength, he didn't even detect the poison in the food! ?

"What do you want to do?" He frowned, and stopped practicing as the waiter said. He slowly recovered his strength, supported himself by the edge of the bed, and stood up.

"I was asked by someone to come and pay my respects to the captain." The waiter just smiled and said slowly, "After all, I was in Luoyang at that time, so I borrowed the captain's title."

"It's you!?"

Bal's pupils suddenly shrank, and then his brain heated up. He felt extremely angry, and tried to grab the man by the collar with his claws.

"This captain has always been a recluse, why did you have to pretend to be someone?!"

The guy dodged it easily and scratched the back of his head: "I was also wondering why it was you, but now I understand..."

He grinned and said, "It's because you rarely go out."

Bal was startled and took a step back, "What do you mean?"

The waiter did not respond, and watched Bal slowly retreat without any emotion, and said: "I am from Sanqianyuan, Captain, please don't doubt others. Now I just want to ask you one thing."

Bal paused, but he had no way to retreat, and at the same time he touched the hilt of the knife at hand.

He tried hard to recall the name "Sanqianyuan", but found that he had no impression of it. Then he asked in a deep voice: "Whose orders are you following?"

"Why did the commander go to Youzhou?"

"Are you Zhu Wen's man?"

The two of them each had questions, but neither of them answered, which made the atmosphere suddenly become weird.

Sanzenin folded his arms over his chest and frowned.

Bal laughed fiercely and grasped the hilt of the knife: "Everyone downstairs is my people. Do you really want to fight to the death? You will definitely get nothing by asking me like this. Why don't we each take a step back? You respond with one and I respond with the same..."

Sanqianyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "You speak first."

"Last year, Liang besieged Cangzhou. Liu Rengong, the governor of Lulong, ordered his son Liu Shouwen to lead troops to support Cangzhou, leaving Youzhou empty. At that time, Liang general Li Sian took the opportunity to lead his troops to attack Youzhou. Youzhou had no soldiers or generals, and the city was almost broken. Later, Liu Rengong's second son Liu Shouguang led his troops to rush to the rescue in time, and was able to repel Li Sian and save Youzhou from danger." Bal stared into Sanqianyuan's eyes and continued to speak.

"However, after Liu Shouguang entered Youzhou, he imprisoned his father Liu Rengong and called himself the governor of Lulong. But his brother Liu Shouwen still has troops stationed in Cangzhou, and now that the Liang army has retreated, Liu Shouwen will definitely send troops to Youzhou to attack Liu Shouguang." "In other words, you went to contact Liu Shouguang?" Sanqianyuan's eyes flickered slightly, and asked, "Did Liu Shouguang ask for help from the State of Jin?"

Bal did not answer, but asked: "It's your turn to answer, who do you belong to?"

"Captain, do you know about 'Bad People'?" Sanqianyuan said with a normal expression, "I work for the emperor, and my purpose is to repeat the Tang Dynasty."

"Bad people..." Baer was suspicious and asked, "Isn't the emperor dead?"

"This is a new question, and the commander needs to answer it again. Did the commander go to Youzhou just to see Liu Shouguang?"

Sanqianyuan pressed Bale step by step, as if to make him reveal all the information.

Bal became more and more suspicious, and he didn't believe that the person in front of him was following the orders of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

But he was not in a hurry, just stalling for time and saying: "How can I trust you? And the King of Jin also respects the legitimacy of the Tang Dynasty. How could the emperor throw dirty water on the King of Jin?"

He had discovered that the poison he had been poisoned with was not actually very strong, which explained why he had not noticed it while eating. The longer he delayed, the weaker the poison became.

At the same time, he had fully recovered his strength.

Thinking of this, Bal changed his tone and asked in a deep voice: "You followed me here, your purpose is not just this, right?"

"The captain is really dishonest."

Sanqianyuan sighed, "It seems that I can't get anything out of you."

Bal sneered, knowing that Sanqianyuan was doomed to be in a desperate situation, so he attacked without thinking.

The sword behind him was suddenly pulled out, and with a flash of cold light, it slashed straight towards Sanqianyuan's cheek.

The latter indeed dodged to the side and created some distance.

Bal had expected this, and he suddenly jumped out and ran straight to the door.

Although he couldn't exert his internal strength, his external strength was superb, and ordinary people were definitely not his opponents. He had delayed until now, and had never thought of letting Sanqianyuan leave the inn.

Just let him gather his subordinates downstairs!
In the blink of an eye, his long sword almost instantly split the door open.

He then screamed, "Someone come!"

But at the same time, Sanqianyuan's figure suddenly came over and grabbed Bal's shoulder.

The long sword smashed the door, and the roar rushed out, but only an echo was heard.

It was dark outside and snoring sounds could be heard one after another.

Bal was stunned.

Sanqianyuan smiled, took out an extremely thin blade from his sleeve, and then gently cut it across Baal's throat.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.

"That's a good plan, Captain. But it's a pity that everyone in this posthouse has been drunk. I also put drugs in the wine. They won't wake up before tomorrow morning."

Bal could no longer hear the voices from the Three Thousand Courts. He stared with lifeless eyes and fell backwards.

At this time, a tiny, imperceptible bloodstain appeared on his neck, and some blood seeped out.

Sanqianyuan did not rush to skin him, but leaned over and took out the letter from Bal's arms.

He scanned it carefully, frowned, and talked to himself.

"Shi Jingtang?"

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