The 18th year of the Da Yong reign: The beginning of the story involves rescuing revolutionaries.

how is it?

This person actually asked me how I was?

"Hehehe, cough cough." Wang Guangyou grinned, as if he wanted to laugh out loud, but the movement aggravated his internal injuries, causing him to cough up a mouthful of bloody saliva in pain.

He revealed a mouthful of blood-stained teeth.

It looked rather tragic.

"Kill me or torture me?" Wang Guangyou asked in a hoarse voice.

"Kill me? I won't kill you. We'll settle things when Lord Marquis returns," Wang Zhi replied.

"Crazy, killing Wang Guangyou? Wang Zhi hasn't become that arrogant yet. No matter what crime the other party committed, he is still a member of the Earl's family. With his current strength and influence, he wouldn't dare to kill a young master of the Earl's family so casually."

He was still a commoner before he turned twenty.

Moreover, killing him won't drop any items.

In this game, you only get items by punishing evildoers. The current Wang Guangyou is not the same as the later Bishop Guangyou. Killing him doesn't qualify as "punishing evildoers".

Just like the eighteen-year-old Jingwei.

So Wang Zhi went to the compartment on the train and found some thick hemp rope for emergencies. This stuff was strong enough to tie up wild boars.

They dragged Wang Guangyou from the window to the sofa, which was unrecognizable, and tied him up tightly like a prisoner.

Bound hand and foot, that's all there is to it.

As they were being dragged, Wang Guangyou leaned close to Wang Zhi's ear and said, "Not killing me will be the worst decision you've ever made."

"Oh, no, even if you kill me, the Earl's Mansion won't let you go. You'll die anyway, it's just a matter of sooner or later, hehehe."

"Naive." Wang Zhi rolled his eyes, completely disregarding the other party's threat.

Before long, he will have opened one hundred meridians. Wang Guangyou is no match for him now, let alone in the future.

What can we use to fight him?

I never imagined that Bishop Guangyou was so hot-blooded when he was young.

The simple word "childish" seemed to have struck a nerve with Wang Guangyou, who glared angrily at Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhicai didn't care about any of that. He only felt that the Nine Tribulations Undying Scripture was indeed a purple-quality cultivation technique. Its internal energy was extremely resilient. In just this short time, he even spoke more fluently.

Its self-healing speed far surpasses his Golden Essence Technique.

He dragged Wang Guangyou to the second-row compartment of the second-class caravan where the girl was quietly waiting.

There used to be seven or eight people scattered around this second-class cabin, but now, looking around, it's completely empty except for Wang Lingguan.

It seems that the loud fighting noises from the private room earlier had frightened everyone into retreating to the hardwood chairs in the third-class seats.

Seeing Wang Guangyou's pitiful state, Wang Lingguan was dragged to his side. He opened his mouth in surprise, but finally looked at Wang Zhi and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Your clothes are dirty." Wang Zhi smiled and dusted off his shoulders.

The little girl was amused. This was the first time she had smiled in a long time. She had entrusted her life to Wang Zhi, but she never expected him to be so strong.

Wang Lingguan, who had been sitting there for a while, had a lot on his mind.

Losing, winning, dying, living—my mind is a complete mess.

She doesn't need to think anymore.

She didn't cry or make a fuss. She calmly looked at her third brother sitting opposite her and asked, "Why?"

Wang Guangyou, who had been hanging his head and had his hair disheveled, raised his head upon hearing this: "Why should I?"

The little girl fell silent.

Footsteps could be heard outside the second-class carriage.

That was the sound of leather boots stepping on hard pine floors.

A man dressed as a government official appeared casually at the carriage door, carrying a rolled-up leather whip in his hand.

When he heard no more noise, he decided to come and make arrangements for the funeral. In his heart, he was still praying for the man who had foolishly angered Young Master Wang, praying that he wouldn't be broken into too many pieces, as that would be troublesome for him to clean up.

However, he immediately spotted the ragged and bound young master of the Wang family.

He was immediately terrified and rushed forward, reaching for the foreign gun at his waist.

"Release...release the young master Wang immediately, you scoundrel! Do you know who you've messed with?"

He was so panicked that he couldn't even draw his gun for a moment.

It was another E-grade Mauser pistol. Wang Zhi glanced at the gun handle at the officer's waist and said:

"The lady sitting opposite you is the Marquis of Wuyi's own daughter. If you choose to continue drawing your gun, then you are not maintaining order on the train, but trying to interfere in the Marquis's family affairs. How many heads do you have to meddle?"

"Uh..." The officer's hand, which was about to draw his gun, froze.

He abruptly suppressed the urge to call for help. He glanced at the bright-eyed, lively young girl, then looked at the silent Wang family's third young master, whose power was clearly waning.

"Would you like some...tea, sir?" He managed to utter this after a long pause.

"A pot of Maojian tea, and it would be even better if you could have newspapers from Lidu or Zhaoyang, thank you," Wang Zhi replied.

"Please wait a moment." The official smiled obsequiously, bowed, took two steps back, then turned and jogged away.

He suspected he hadn't checked the almanac before going out today, and the silver coins Wang Guangyou had given him were burning like embers in his pocket.

Not long after, the tea and newspaper were delivered.

Wang Lingguan obediently accepted the cup and poured one for Wang Zhi first.

"This stuff is so comforting to drink, much better than any red wine." Wang Zhi blew on the steam from the teacup and then drank it all in one gulp.

After putting down his teacup, he picked up the "Lidu Daily" and started reading. What was funny was that the top left page featured a writer named Li Muyang criticizing foreigners for eating steak as "eating raw meat and drinking blood."

After a quick glance, Wang Zhi's gaze shifted to the front page headline.

The imperial army of the Great Yong Dynasty decisively defeated the Cang Sheng Sect in Qiongzhou, killing and capturing over a thousand.

After examining it carefully, Wang Zhi handed it to Wang Lingguan.

The latter's eyes lit up.

His own father was fighting in Qiongzhou. Since he had won a great victory, it seemed that the war was over. Newspaper reports usually came several days later, and his father might already be on his way back.

The imperial commander-in-chief for this campaign against the Cang Sheng Sect was Yang Shangxiu, the governor-general of two provinces, who was in charge of all military affairs. His father, Marquis Wuyi Wang Donglai, was promoted from garrison commander to general. There were not many words to describe the latter, only one sentence: "He fought bloody battles and was brave and unparalleled."

After reading it, Wang Zhi handed the newspaper to Wang Guangyou: "Here, take a look too."

"I've already seen it." Wang Guangyou raised his eyelids, then closed them again, seemingly trying to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible.

"I almost forgot." Wang Zhi recalled that the young master had been sitting elegantly on the sofa with a newspaper, waiting for them earlier.

Wang Guangyou, with his eyes closed, continued, "Heh, the imperial court will call a crushing defeat a minor one, and a narrow victory a great one. This great defeat is probably just a partial victory over the Cang Sheng Sect."

There was one more thing he didn't say: if the war intensified and the Cang Sheng Sect launched a counterattack, it was uncertain whether his fifth uncle would be able to return.

Moreover, their branch of the family has put in a lot of effort in the north to secure the position of heir to the Earl's estate.

The train gradually slowed down, and a series of bell rings came from ahead, followed by shouts: "Lidu Station has arrived, Lidu Station has arrived, get off and prepare."