The villainous bosses from their past lives have all been reborn.

The fake postmaster was knocked down to the center of the post station's main hall. When he stood up again, he was surrounded by Xiajin's soldiers.

His gaze remained fixed on Yuan Xiu on the second floor.

"Take it down!"

Xia Jin shouted, and the surrounding soldiers swarmed forward. The six commanders of the six northern prefectures all commanded lower-ranking military officers.

They train their bodies from a young age, making them stronger than ordinary people. They can not only wear heavier armor, but also wield weapons that ordinary people cannot lift.

A dozen soldiers rushed forward. If Xia Jin hadn't ordered that no one be spared, the fake postmaster probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the first round of attacks and would have been hacked to pieces in an instant.

The soldiers, having received orders to spare his life, did not kill him. Instead, they used their shields to restrict the fake postmaster's movement, intending to trap him and kill him.

Despite being trapped and about to die, the fake postmaster did not show any despair; instead, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Xia Jin, with his rich combat experience, noticed this and offered a reminder.

"Brothers, the evil cultists are treacherous, be careful!"

In fact, the soldiers at the forefront also noticed the abnormality; the fake postmaster was in a rather unusual state.

Faced with an increasingly cramped space, he stood up straight, leaving himself wide open, seemingly with no intention of resisting.

Yuan Xiu stood on the second floor. A grandmaster's six senses far surpass those of ordinary people. He sensed that there was a restless flow of blood and qi in the fake postmaster's body, spreading throughout his entire body, suppressing a huge amount of energy that was about to erupt.

"spread!"

Yuan Xiu shouted, but Xia Jin's soldiers did not follow. Or rather, Xia Jin's soldiers here only obeyed Xia Jin's orders.

The next moment, they pressed forward together as planned.

Surrounded and cornered by a group of people, the fake postmaster roared, and a shockwave erupted from him. The soldiers who were pressing down on him were sent flying backward, struck hard, and howled in pain on the ground.

The fake postmaster's condition was different now. Xia Jin could see clearly that beneath the fake postmaster's tattered clothes, the veins were bulging and had turned bluish-purple. Four or five streams of blood were flowing along the veins all over his body towards his head.

A surge of energy gathered in his eyes, turning the fake postmaster's eyes bloodshot and gleaming with a chilling light that was quite eerie.

The fake postmaster roared, and then completely lost his mind.

"You forced me to do this!"

Xia Jin was in Jinzhou, on the front lines. He had fought against members of the Demonic Cult before, but this was the first time he had seen such a situation, and he was somewhat taken aback.

However, the next moment, Xia Jin still rushed forward with his knife in hand.

The mutated fake postmaster possessed immense strength, and his bones and muscles had become extremely hard, seemingly devoid of any sense of pain.

Yuan Xiu, watching from above, was also amazed.

This fake postmaster's cultivation level was only around the fifth or sixth rank, and in terms of combat power, he was even inferior to Yuan Cai, originally possessing about 0.5 Cai's combat power. However, after the mutation, his combat power skyrocketed, reaching a full 1.5 Cai's.

Moreover, they fought even more bravely after bleeding and getting injured.

Xia Jin, with his seventh-rank cultivation, possessed far superior combat skills compared to the fake postmaster. Yet, he couldn't defeat him in a short time. On the contrary, he was finding it difficult to withstand the opponent's painless and reckless fighting style.

Having forced Xia Jin back with a single punch, the fake postmaster, like a ferocious beast, searched for prey. Finally, he set his sights on Yuan Xiu on the second floor.

He leaped up, raising the fist that had destroyed Xia Jin's fine iron longsword, and smashed it towards Yuan Xiu.

"Be careful!"

Xia Jin shouted. The other party moved extremely fast, and it was too late for him to come to the rescue.

But the next moment, things took an unexpected turn.

A sword aura shot out, and the fake postmaster's body, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly froze. The next moment, his raised arm separated from his body, and he fell to the ground because he lost his balance.

"This thief is mentally unstable; do not hold back any longer!"

Yuan Xiu's reminder made Xia Jin and his troops more cautious. They had just suffered a loss, and now they took Yuan Xiu's words to heart.

The fake postmaster, who had lost an arm, got up from the ground and became even more frenzied, but he lost all sense of fighting discipline.

Xia Jin and the others no longer had any intention of leaving any survivors. They immediately swarmed forward and hacked the fake postmaster, whose fighting strength had been greatly reduced, to death with a flurry of blows!

Seeing that the fake postmaster had fallen to the ground and could no longer get up, Xia Jin and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

The battle just now had caused Xia Jin and his soldiers to lose a lot of their true energy and physical strength, and now they were all sitting on the ground.

Yuan Xiu came down from the second floor and came to the body of the fake postmaster. He examined it closely and found that the bright red blood quickly turned black and emitted a foul stench.

"His blood is contaminated; don't get it contaminated."

After hearing Yuan Xiu's words, everyone realized what was happening. Xia Jin quickly recovered and went to Yuan Xiu's side.

"This treacherous member of the demonic sect is impersonating the postmaster; he might very well be the one who killed the governor!"

Yuan Xiu shook his head and said:

"It shouldn't be him!"

If he were the murderer, there would be no need for him to send a message to Yuan Feng immediately. After killing someone, he could have simply fled; why would he stay here?

More likely, the fake postmaster arrived after the incident, discovered the real postmaster's secret, and thus conceived the idea of ​​taking his place.

But why is he staying here in someone else's place?

Surely it wasn't because they were waiting for me?

Yuan Xiu quickly dismissed the idea. It was simple: the Demonic Sect couldn't possibly be certain that the person sent by the Yuan family was him.

"Do you have a place around here where people can hide?"

During the battle, all the couriers had hidden themselves. Now that the battle was over, they all rushed out.

In response to Yuan Xiu's question, someone replied:

"Yes, a cellar!"

Yuan Xiu and Xia Jin exchanged a glance, and the latter shouted.

"Take us there!"

Led by the postman, Yuan Xiu and Xia Jin quickly discovered the body of the real postmaster and some items belonging to the Demonic Cult in the cellar of the post station.

"Sixth Brother, this is a wolf-tooth token container used by the Demonic Sect to transmit intelligence. This guy must be a spy for the Demonic Sect, killing the postmaster and taking his place here."

"Is there any intelligence inside?"

Xia Jin opened it and said:

"Empty!"

Yuan Xiu nodded.

In his previous life, the governor of Jinzhou surrendered immediately upon the arrival of the northern army without offering any resistance. Now it seems that this fellow may have been colluding with the demonic sect long ago.

Therefore, it is very likely that the governor of Jinzhou came to Liangshuipu to meet with this fake postmaster and pass on intelligence.

However, the fake postmaster was killed before he even arrived. He had stayed behind to gather intelligence, but Yuan Xiu's arrival disrupted his plans.

Yuan Xiu thought of this and said:

"Let's go to Jinzhou City!"

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