The fifth-grade red robe is in his body, which makes Guo Lu people feel a very wonderful feeling.

It is found in folk songs by the people, the fourth and fifth grades are wearing red robes, and the third grades are purple robes.

He was a slave and suddenly became a fifth-rank official. His new official uniform seemed to open the door to a new world for him.

Putting on this outfit and looking at himself carefully in front of the bronze mirror, Guo Lu people felt like they were a different life.

Is I really myself in this bronze mirror?

He looked closer and looked carefully, looking at his eyes, nose, and mouth. The more he looked, the less he looked, the less he looked like himself.

Suddenly there was an illusion that he looked at the person in the mirror, and the person in the mirror was mocking him.

He took a deep breath, once, twice, three times.

After a long time, he smiled in the bronze mirror.

"You guys who came to your house turned into a contracted worker and became an official because they wore such a suit."

Guo Luren turned around and looked at the other side of the desk.

This is Rai Ichigo's general's house, which is Rai Ichigo's desk.

Guo Luren was in a daze, as if he saw Rai Ichigo still sitting there looking at him and sneered.

He shook his head hard, and when he looked again, there was nothing there.

"Come!"

He shouted.

The attendant outside the door left and leaned over and said, "What are the instructions for sir?"

The word "Master" floats back and forth in Guo Luren's mind over and over again, and is even more pleasant than the sound of a wind chime.

"Go and call the leader of the Moko tribe here."

The Guo Lu people ordered.

He wanted to try it, whether it was easy to use his own words.

The entourage immediately turned around and left, making Guo Luren vaguely feel that it was himself.

That humble posture and the trotted back were exactly the same.

Soon, the leader of the Moko tribe walked in slowly, still wearing a wide linen robe, still looking lukewarm and half-dead.

"I thought about it for a long time."

Guo Lu people sat down and said, "If I want to kill Meng Kedi, can I control Anyang City? Can I turn Anyang City into my own?"

Chief Moko looked at him without answering, but his eyes were already answering.

The look seemed to say, you are an idiot.

"You don't think you can't."

Guo Luren was a little angry, but in the end he just sighed and said, "It's true that you can't... the plots of the little people in the story that turn over and become the masters are all fake."

"Even if I kill Meng Kedi, it's not my turn to Anyang City. I only have you people..."

Guo Luren said to himself: "But any fifth-rank general in the Anyang army has more than a thousand elite soldiers and a fourth-rank general. If I crushed me to death, it would be like crushing an ant to death."

He let out a breath slowly.

"There are scenes like this in many stories... A small person works around a big person, then sneaks into a big person and kills it, takes over everything about the big person, and has made great success since then..."

"Such stories are fabricated by ordinary people who have never seen the world. They don't understand at all. If you kill a big man, the little man will be very close to his death."

He looked at the leader Moko and said, "So, what I'm thinking is, what should we do if we really kill Meng Kedi?"

Leader Moko still looked at him and didn't speak.

Guo Luren said: "I killed him, the Anyang army killed me, and then Anyang fell into the hands of others, and I made wedding dresses for others."

He shook his head and said, "No, no..."

Guo Lu people stood up and circled around Chief Moke.

He said as he walked, "But if I don't kill Meng Kedi, he will kill me sooner or later."

Chief Moko opened it impatiently and looked at him, then turned around and walked out. "What are you doing!"

The Guo Lu people shouted.

Chief Moko looked back at him and said, "I am just a murderer. If you give money, I will kill people, what do you think about doing, who you want to kill, put the money in my hands and tell me who it is. That's enough. What you said has nothing to do with me."

Guo Luren said: "You don't want to change your destiny? You people who come from the north of the border have been living a hard life and don't want to be an official? You said that a general is older than a high-ranking official, so do you want to be a general?"

Chief Moko replied in a plain tone: "I am different from you."

Guo Luren asked with a smile: "Where is different?"

Leader Moko said, "I don't dream."

Guo Lu people were stunned.

After a long time, he said with some regret: "At that moment, I looked down on you very much, and then suddenly realized that you probably looked down on me the same way."

"I think you are a poor person who accepts your fate, and you think I am a fool who is ignorant of the world."

He sat down and looked a little sad.

"I came to you because I really have no friends or confidants. I only have myself. You are an outsider and you can say a few more words."

Chief Moko said, "I don't want to listen to you, nor do I want to be friends with you."

After saying that, he took another step.

"I have already asked Meng Kedi for killing Li Chi."

Guo Luren said, "You don't want to listen to this either? 50,000 taels, he promised you."

Chief Moko replied: "Has he promised me?"

Guo Luren nodded: "Yes, I can't take out the 50,000 taels of silver. I haven't found any place Rai Ichigo has hidden the silver, but I must have found it."

Leader Moko said, "Then why should I tell you?"

Guo Luren frowned: "Meng Kedi has handed over the matter to me, of course you have to tell me, and the 50,000 taels of silver is already in my hands."

Without waiting for the leader of the Moko tribe to speak, he added: "But, it's not all yours."

Guo Luren smiled and said, "He doesn't trust you, and he doesn't think you can kill that big thief in Jizhou."

"That's a very terrible opponent. Li Chi can come to Anyang for a walk, deceive everyone, turn around and leave. Do you think he will be easy to kill?"

"So these 50,000 taels of silver are the silver for all of you. In addition to your Moko tribe, there are sixty people selected by him. You will set out together."

Guo Luren said, "When the matter is completed, whoever kills Li Chi, will belong to whom the 50,000 taels of silver. If you can't tell who Li Chi is killed, you can share the 50,000 taels of silver."

The leader of the Moko tribe looked at him, as if he was looking at a dying person.

In his eyes, the Guo Lu people saw the murderous intent.

So Guo Luren immediately stood up and shouted outside: "Call everyone!"

It didn't take long for sixty people to stand in the yard outside the door. These people were selected by Meng Kedi himself, and each of them had excellent martial arts.

But it is undeniable that they are not familiar with each other, so they cannot say that they will have any close cooperation.

They look down on each other and are still on guard against each other, so they can't say that they have any tacit understanding.

“Is that all?”

The leader of the Moko tribe asked.

Guo Lu nodded: "It's all here. You and them will go to Jizhou in two groups and do not interfere with each other. They think of their ways, and you think of your ways."

He looked at the leader of the Moko tribe: "So this 50,000 taels of silver is not as easy to make as you think."

“It’s not difficult.”

Chief Mo Ke raised his hand and there was a black thing on his finger, the size of his fingertips. The Guo Lu people did not see what it was.

Chief Moke bounced his fingers and the small thing flew into the air, making a very sharp sound.

Guo Luren frowned: "What are you doing?" Chief Mo Ke looked at him and replied: "When you guess what might happen, don't wait for things to happen before thinking about a solution. The purpose of our existence is to prevent things from happening."

Guo Luren frowned even deeper: "What do you mean by that?"

Dozens of Moko warriors jumped in from outside the surrounding courtyard walls, all wearing large linen clothes.

The moment they rushed in, everyone took out the crossbow from under their broad robe, and their movements were neat and uniform.

In an instant, dense crossbow arrows splashed from all around to the yard's guests.

The martial arts of these gangsters cannot be said to be mediocre, but they do not have crossbows or iron armor.

In the face of such a battle formation, their martial arts become meaningless.

After everyone's crossbow was beaten, none of the sixty people in the yard were safe and sound.

Their crossbows are accurate and fierce, and each crossbow arrow goes straight to the vital point.
To be continued...