My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 134 Three-Person Action Team

Wang Changping left Chen Feng and another guard to coordinate with Magistrate Wei, and then left with the rest of the group, following Gao Chi.

Before leaving, Li Qiongying glanced at Lin Ziping, then led Hong Lao Er down the mountain with Gao Chi.

Upon seeing this, Lin Ziping bowed respectfully to Li Qiongying from afar.

This time, Magistrate Wei and Colonel Xiao brought more than 50 people. After sending 15 people to protect Gao Chi, they left about 30 people behind.

Lin Ziping was kept on as one of the thirty, ostensibly because he was more familiar with the situation.

The familiarity struck Lin Ziping as somewhat jarring, as if he were back at his old desk, a few square meters in size, where whoever was familiar with the work would do it, and whoever did it would continue to do it.

While Lin Ziping was still in a daze, Lao Huang came over. As soon as he got close, he covered his nose and took a big step back, bumping into Shi Yong next to him.

"Hey!"

The sound startled Lin Ziping, and also alerted Chen Ping and Magistrate Wei who were standing in front.

"What happened?" Magistrate Wei asked.

Silence reigns in the small square today.

Chen Feng frowned.

Lin Ziping glanced at Lao Huang and Shi Yong, and seeing that the two of them had their heads bowed like quails, he clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Lord Wei, I suddenly remembered that I smelled a strange smell in the tower just now."

"Why didn't you say so before?" Chen Feng looked at Lin Ziping with a sense of oppression.

"I didn't think of that for a moment." Lin Ziping pursed his lips.

Chen Feng remained silent.

Seeing this, Magistrate Wei glared at Lin Ziping and said to Chen Feng, "Sir, it's getting late. Is there anything else you need?"

"Let a few of them go inside the tower to check first, and the rest of you search the mountain stronghold," Chen Feng said, pointing to Lin Ziping and Lao Huang and Shi Yong beside him.

"Yes." Everyone clasped their hands in a respectful salute.

Lin Ziping and the other two walked towards the tower.

"Old Huang, what happened to you just now?" Lin Ziping asked, puzzled.

Shi Yong also looked at Lao Huang.

Old Huang is not a reckless person, so his sudden approach to Lin Ziping and subsequent collision with Shi Yong in this situation is quite puzzling.

Old Huang stroked the hilt of the knife at his waist and said, "I just saw a shadow above your head and couldn't help but want to take a closer look at what it was, but then I smelled a pungent odor."

"Stinky?!" Shi Yong's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "Is it because Lin Ziping hasn't showered in days and his smell is bothering you?!"

"No..." Old Huang waved his hand in denial.

"Then what do you think it tastes like? Haha..." Shi Yong said with a teasing laugh.

Old Huang thought for a moment, but couldn't quite put his finger on what smell he had just caught.

Lin Ziping touched his hair, which was oily and greasy, and secretly felt disgusted with himself for a second.

"Ziping, you said you also smelled a strange odor inside the tower, what's going on?" Old Huang changed the subject.

"How have you been these days?" Shi Yong asked.

The two asked similar questions, but Lin Ziping picked and chose, omitting some details and embellishing his story with artistic flair, before recounting his experiences over the past few days.

“Jiang?” Old Huang rubbed his chin. “I remember there used to be someone with the surname Jiang in Maomao Village.”

Lin Ziping looked at Lao Huang. Weren't Jiang Wanyu and the others related to the previous dynasty?

Shi Yong also seemed thoughtful: "I haven't heard any rumors about Fuchun having any former royal family or moon attendants. Old Huang, have you heard of them?"

Old Huang shook his head: "No, I really haven't heard the older generation mention it."

After hearing Li Qiongying's deduction, Lin Ziping originally thought that this ordinary bandit suppression record would involve some secret records of the previous dynasty or some untold stories of the previous dynasty, but now that neither of the two locals had heard of any legends of the previous dynasty, he was no longer sure.

After all, even the most reclusive and self-sufficient people will eventually have to go down the mountain to buy salt or other daily necessities. And in this day and age, there's no online shopping or home delivery.

Whenever there is interaction with the outside world, something must be left behind.

"Are you alright?" Old Huang asked.

Lin Ziping was taken aback and didn't understand what Lao Huang was saying.

"Are you alright?" Old Huang asked again.

There was also a hint of worry in Shi Yong's eyes.

Lin Ziping suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and the events of the past few days flashed before his eyes, causing a strange sense of grievance to well up in his heart.

"It's nothing." Lin Ziping lowered his head, hiding the tears in his eyes, and continued, "It's nothing, really, I'm fine. You guys don't know, I even beat Jiang Wanyu, I even..."

Lin Ziping's expression was animated, but his voice carried a hint of a sob.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent. Old Huang and Shi Yong gently patted Lin Ziping on the shoulder.

"A real man shouldn't be so tearful," Old Huang said. "When we get back, I'll take you to Chunhua Tower to relax."

Shi Yong winked and said, "You wouldn't be..., would you?"

Lin Ziping was stunned for a moment, then instantly understood.

A few dark lines appeared on his forehead; if he were to relax with a touch of color, that would be unnecessary.

"Alright, let's go inside the tower and take a look," Old Huang said.

Lin Ziping nodded, his frustration dissipating considerably after the banter.

Sigh, isn't the adult world all about patching things up while simultaneously breaking them down? He's familiar with this process.

Pick yourself up and keep going. Before, slacking off at work might have gotten you paid, but now it might cost you your life.

Lin Ziping carefully led Lao Huang to the tower and said, "Just as I was about to push open the door, an arrow was shot at me. Miss Li tackled me and saved my life. Then arrows came one after another. I felt an arrow coming straight at my face. Another arrow came from that direction and deflected it, saving my life."

"Did Miss Li tackle you?" Old Huang asked.

Lin Ziping nodded with a puzzled look.

"After you fell to the ground, arrows came one after another. How long did it take? Did you get up? How did you protect Miss Li? Are you sure the arrows were aimed at you?" Old Huang asked doubtfully.

“This…” Lin Ziping murmured, unsure how to answer.

How come I started to doubt my memory, which I thought was very clear, after Lao Huang asked me one question after another?

"And what about the guards who went with you? The first arrow can be understood as stopping you from going in, but what about the arrows that followed?" Old Huang continued to press.

Shi Yong added insult to injury, "Miss Li is worth far more than you, wouldn't it be more direct to shoot her?"

Lin Ziping thought about it more and more and it made more sense. What level did he have that was worth wasting arrows to attack?!

"Alright, let's not think about that anymore, let's go inside and take a look," Old Huang said.

Lin Ziping tore a piece of cloth from his undergarment and covered his nose: "That strange smell I was talking about could be smelled from inside."

Old Huang and Shi Yong exchanged a glance, then tore off two pieces of cloth and covered their noses.

The three men drew their knives from their waists, pushed open the door, and followed one after another inside.