For three days, I searched for three days, and turned over all the surrounding mountains, but I didn't find any trace of the Tang Dynasty. Chasing the moon is a little anxious, and constantly sends more people to expand the scope. It's a terrible ghost, and he often frowns.

"Chasing the moon, I still have something to do, go first. If you find anything, pass me the message. Just as Chasing Moon was holding the news gathered and firing at his men, the ghost suddenly stood up and walked outside, saying as he walked.

"What else is more important than the golden tablet now? The secret realm is about to open, if we can't get a golden tablet before the secret realm, but someone else collects it, we will all be in a very embarrassing situation. Chasing Moon asked angrily. "This is the first gold tablet to be acquired, and there must be no mistakes. As long as we have a piece, we are not afraid of anyone. ”

"That's your business. After the ghost finished speaking, he flew on his horse, took a group of men, and whipped away.

"Elder Yue, this ghost is a little abnormal. Do you know the whereabouts of that person?" Just as Chasing Moon was thinking about it as he looked at the back of the ghost leaving, a woman appeared behind him, and then whispered.

"I guess this ghost has something in mind. Keep up. Chasing the moon said lightly. Immediately, two groups of men and horses left one after another, heading towards the valley before.

When Chasing Moon arrived in the valley of Near Moon Lake, he happened to see the ghost standing in the burial ground, and there were eight old men in white kneeling beside him.

"It's worthy of chasing the moon, this chasing is quite fast. The ghost looked at the chasing moon who came and said lightly. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide it for long, but he didn't want to do it so quickly. Can't help it, he glanced at the few people behind the moon. In fact, he didn't know that this was the reason why Chasing Moon and the others slowed down under the woman's reminder, just to give him time to act.

Zhang Han, the daughter of the Zhang family in Fengxuancheng, was sent into the Tianfeng Gate by Old Man Zhang. With her extremely high talent and amazing beauty, she quickly gained a firm foothold in the Tianfeng Gate, and became a goddess in the hearts of many young disciples. In fact, her most powerful thing is her brain, which is extremely smart. This is also the main reason why Chasing Moon recruited her and kept her by her side.

"I heard that Elder Li personally took action to deal with our Tianfeng Sect people, so the old man had to rush over and ask clearly. If there is really any fault, the old man can pay for it. If it's really bullying, my Tianfeng Gate is not a place for others to be slaughtered. Chasing the moon flew up directly and landed in front of the ghost.

"People from the Tianfeng Gate, when did you treat the corpse collector as a disciple?" asked with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Chasing the moon was a little puzzled.

"I suspect that the guy didn't run away at all, but disguised himself as a corpse. Otherwise, with his injuries, it is impossible to have no traces, and it is impossible to search until now without finding them. That man must have been mixed in with the corpses, only now ......"

"Dig up the body. Chasing Moon shouted. A group of people quickly dug up all the twenty-two people in Taniguchi, but unfortunately there were only twenty-one corpses.

"Who buried this body?"

"It's small, it's small. The small one buried it himself, and it was indeed twenty-two corpses at the time, and the small one was pointed. An old man beside Li Tian suddenly raised his head and shouted. "It was the little one who personally counted and buried it, and they all confirmed that they were all dead people. ”

"Then why are there only twenty-one corpses now? Can you explain it to me?" asked Chasing Moon.

"It's not clear about this little one. The old man said with a look of trepidation. "The little ones have indeed been confirmed one by one, and they are all dead. That's the burial, that's the rule. It's a small clumsiness, a small clumsiness. The old man kowtowed to the ground in a panic and said as he kowtowed.

"Who else has tested it?" the ghost asked suddenly.

"No, only the little one is in charge of this, and the little one has checked it himself, every ......" Before the old man finished speaking, the knife flashed, and the old man's upside down flew out, and there was a bone mark on his chest.

"A bunch of waste. Chasing the moon snorted coldly.

"It's really ruthless. An old disciple of the age was slashed like this. It is rumored outside that our Ghost Wind Sect is killing innocents indiscriminately, and the killing is too heavy. I think it's quite wronged, but unfortunately, the world doesn't know that there are more people who died at your hands. The ghost hugged his shoulders and said lightly, full of mockery.

"The mountains are already blocked, he wants to escape, there is only one possibility, he has entered the city. The largest town in the vicinity is Autumn Wind City. After chasing the moon, he glanced at the remaining old men with disdain, turned over and got on the horse.

It wasn't until the figures of Chasing Yue and the others disappeared that the few old men kneeling on the ground breathed a sigh of relief. Only Li Tian, the hands in his sleeves were getting closer and closer. He buried the man, and only he and the dead old man knew about it. This old man is also the one who called him, and he has a good relationship with him, and always advises him to live well and have a chance to avenge his son. It is precisely for this reason that Li Tian has always insisted. It's just that I didn't expect it to happen, and I didn't expect that the old man would take all the responsibility. Didn't he know he was going to die? No, he did. All those who have been in Tianfeng Gate for a period of time know that the nickname of Chasing the Moon is Chasing Souls, which is the Yin Soul of Seeking Death. Most of the people who committed the crime in his hands died. Li Tian suddenly thought about what this old man once said to him: Even if I die, you can't die. You are going to avenge your son, unlike me, who has been alone all his life.

And at this moment, it is almost night, and under the walls of Autumn Wind Town, there is a group of beggars slumped against the city walls, resting. In the far corner of the group of beggars, there was a man draped in a black rag, curled up, leaning against the city wall, sleeping soundly. His face was muddy, his appearance and age could not be seen clearly, his hair was unkempt like a pile of weeds, and he had only one full arm, and the other was only a finger long with a broken root. These beggars all begged for food on the street all day, and came back to rest after finishing work late. They are all more or less disabled, ordinary people who are inconvenient to work. The best way to forget about hunger is to sleep, which is common knowledge among beggars. However, tonight is destined to be unable to sleep peacefully. Because of the sound of horses' hooves, it sounded in the distance. Hundreds of horses galloped in, and the ground trembled a little. Soon, two teams of men and horses, one black and one white, rushed straight into the city, and closed the city gates by the way. One by one, figures flew up the wall, and there was a person a while apart.

A group of beggars were awakened in a daze, not knowing what was happening, and they continued to cower under the city wall on the principle of not having the ability to see the excitement less. An hour later, the ground shook again, more violently than before, and thousands of horses poured into the city, and there were more galloping men, more than ten thousand. Soon, teams of people began to check and search from house to house. Naturally, the beggars were taken care of here and gathered together.

In front of them, there was this large basin of clear water, and a group of figures with swords.

"Now, wash your faces. If there is one that cannot be washed, kill it directly. The person who took the lead said coldly.

A group of beggars were stunned, trembling in line, washing their faces one by one. After washing my face, I have to check my identity one by one, whether there have been any in the last few days. When it was the turn of the one-armed beggar, he also washed it in a panic. His name is Xiao Qi, and he is a beggar in the neighborhood, and he has been here for five or six years, and everyone knows him. Soon the inspection was over, and all the beggars returned to the city trembling.

Xiao Qi looked at the figures walking around, the corners of his mouth curled, turned sideways, and then closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. In fact, he was the Tang Dynasty, and when he entered the city, he happened to see Xiao Qi being beaten to death, so he changed his clothes, pretended to be disabled, and wrapped one arm under his ribs. The reason why he didn't run away was that the true qi in his body was consumed too much, and the front was already blocked. The town of Autumn Wind was noisy all night, and there were figures carrying weapons everywhere. The two of them, Chasing Moon and Grim Ghost, stood on top of the tallest building, staring closely at the whole town, and if there was the slightest movement, they would rush over. It's a pity that after a night of tossing, there is still no gain. Let them think, as if that guy, did not enter the city.

Early the next morning, all the beggars started work, and Xiao Qi, who was pretending to be in the Tang Dynasty, naturally went out with him. He took Xiao Qi's family foundation, a dilapidated bowl, squatted on the street, and exposed his broken arm to show sympathy.

"Who are you?" a very soft voice sounded from behind Tang Chao. He was startled, but there was no change in his face. Soon a dirty and smelly figure walked out from behind him, threw down an equally worn iron basin, and sat on the edge of the Tang Dynasty.

"I'm Xiao Qi. Tang Chao said. At this time, he also saw the person who came, an old beggar, his whole body was also in tattered clothes, wearing a pair of shabby straw sandals, his body and feet were black, and he was full of taste.

"You're not. Is he still alive?" asked the old beggar as he kept bowing to the passers-by.

"Dead. Someone was beaten to death. Tang Chao turned his head, looked at the crowd of people, and said.

"They're looking for you, right? Guess what will happen to you if I shout now?" the old beggar turned to look at Tang Chao and asked.

"What do you want?" asked Tang Chao.

The old beggar shook his head, and then continued to beg, but his face was indifferent and very unprofessional. It seems that this meal is very casual.

"Why don't you go and get the money?" asked Tang Chao, looking at the notice posted not far away. He knew that it must be his bounty, and the bounty must be very generous.

"Dead man's money. Unless you have enough confidence to make them pay the bounty, otherwise, you will send yourself to be killed, and at least you will be beaten. Windfalls do not enrich the lives of the poor, and those who covet windfalls are dead. Isn't it good to ask for food? In fact, this is the heaviest face that people carry when they are alive. If you can put it down, you can live an easy life. It's like being a beggar, who stretches out his hand for food and opens his mouth. If there are still people in the world, there will always be people to feed us. The old man said lightly. Out of nowhere, he pulled out a small wooden stick and gently tapped the small iron basin. Occasionally, people passing by will sweep their eyes, and occasionally someone will throw something in.