"It's you!" The man had just jumped up the wall when he heard someone outside the wall say something in a deep voice, and the man was startled and hurriedly looked down.

When he looked down, he saw a grimace with blue faces and fangs staring at him, and he immediately frowned and became very nervous. This blue-faced and fanged grimace is the ghost-faced man who was ordered by Sanqing to leave behind to protect Mr. Xiao Lu.

"What are you doing climbing the wall?" asked Ghostface curiously.

"That'......!" the man on the wall hesitated to answer, and simply sat down on the wall.

"Sneaky, you come down for me!" Seeing that the man on the wall did not answer his question, Ghostface Man A suddenly became angry when he looked suspicious, and immediately reached out and grabbed his ankle, and after a low snort, pulled the man off the wall.

"Ouch, my old bones!" the man screamed as he fell to the ground, but there was no pain on his face, and it was clear that his screams were fake. When he fell, he dropped one of the six paintings in his arms, and hurriedly took advantage of the ghost-faced man's lack of attention, and quickly reached out to pick them up.

"Something!" However, the Ghostface spotted it just in time, and rushed to snatch the painting that the man had not had time to hide in his arms.

"It's really day and night, it's hard to guard against thieves! I actually took advantage of Sanqing's absence to steal his things!" After snatching the scroll, the ghost-faced man thought it was Sanqing's Huangquan Guitu, and immediately said this with a black face. Then he pulled the man from the ground.

"What a thief, what a thief! Look at this is not what you said!" the man quickly quibbled after hearing the ghost-faced man's words.

The ghost-faced man stared at the man for a moment, then shook off the scroll he had snatched, and found that although there was also an ancient man painted on it, it was not a picture of Huangquan Gui.

"What is this?" asked the Ghostface, confused.

"It's nothing, it's just a painting!" replied the man.

"Are you sure you didn't steal something by mistake?" said the ghost-faced man in a deep voice, the voice of the voice was obvious, pointing directly to this person who wanted to return to the map, but he stole the wrong thing!

"No!" the man replied casually, and then immediately reacted, saying that he had leaked his mouth, and quickly explained: "What a theft, this painting is originally mine, and I have always carried it with me!"

"Oh, I don't believe it!" replied the Ghostface softly.

"Really!" the man explained.

"Sure enough, Sanqing is still thoughtful, and I expected that you are likely to be the traitor early on, let me pay more attention to you, otherwise I may really be fooled by you today!"

"If you have something to say, say it well, don't be rude!" The man saw that there was a murderous aura in the ghost-faced man, and he looked very panicked.

"Okay, I'll ask, and you answer!" said the ghost-faced man, holding the man up.

"You ask, you ask, you know everything, you say everything!"

"Okay, first question, are you from Lu Tingxuan?" the ghost-faced man asked in a deep voice.

"No!" the man immediately responded.

"Don't admit it yet!" Seeing that the other party denied it, the ghost-faced man pushed him against the wall.

There was a "bang", accompanied by the sound of broken bones in the back.

"Really, really not!" the man continued to deny with blood from the corners of his mouth, and instead of a pained expression on his face, he smiled strangely.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears!" the ghost-faced man was furious, and his hand increased his strength, but he felt a powerful force in the man's body resisting.

"Sure enough, it's hidden!What is your name, oh, Mu Yi!" The ghost-faced man was quickly bounced away by the powerful force on the other party's body, and said this.

"No, my real name is Yang Hui! I don't do anything for Lu Tingxuan, my master is the general Yinglou! The matter has come to this point, and I won't tell you the truth, anyway, today is your death date! From the beginning, I was a chess piece arranged by Li Sanqing's side, and the latest news was also passed on by me! Do you want to know how I got the news out?" The person who stole the painting was none other than Sanqing's apprentice, the old Taoist priest Mu Yi! At this time, he finally revealed his identity and said what he had done. After saying this, he stared at the ghost-faced man deadly.

The ghost-faced man didn't answer, his eyes full of wariness. He knew that the old Taoist priest standing on the ground was no longer the old Taoist priest he usually knew who was powerless and could only play tricks! Judging from the power that emanated from his body just now, his ability was by no means below himself.

"I want to know! I'll tell you, it's this!" Seeing that the ghost-faced man didn't answer, Mu Yi answered for the ghost-faced man A by talking to himself, and as he spoke, he took out a small black cloth bag from his pocket, and shook out a black thing from the small black cloth bag, the size of a soybean, which looked like a pill. Before Ghostface A could come back to his senses, he talked about the pill in his hand.

The pill flew into the sky, and the ghost-faced man had no time to stop it, so he could only watch as the pill burst in the sky, and then turned into a black insect that vibrated its wings, flying higher and higher until it disappeared.

"See, that's how the news got out!" Mu Yi said proudly.

The ghost-faced man knew that this old guy must have sent a distress signal to someone just now, and he had to fight quickly, but if he wanted to quickly solve the current Mu Yi, I am afraid it would not be easy. I was a little embarrassed for a while, and I was stunned in place.

"Let me guess, what are you thinking!" Mu Yi saw that Ghostface A didn't speak, so he squinted his eyes and stared at Jia, and then said this faintly.

"Teach the painting and spare your life! Next time, you won't be so lucky!" "The ghost-faced man, in a hurry, immediately opened his mouth to scare Mu Yidao.

"That's right! Sure enough, I guessed correctly!, however, you have to ask him if he agrees to this sentence!" Mu Yi said in a divine way, and then stretched out his hand and pointed behind the ghost-faced man.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost!" Ghost-faced Man A felt that Mu Yi was using his ability to fool people, so he naturally didn't believe it.

"Really!" Mu Yi shook his head and said solemnly.

At this time, the ghost-faced man also felt that there really seemed to be an inexplicably powerful aura behind him, so he turned back in disbelief. This time he turned around, and suddenly clenched his fists, as if facing a great enemy.

"I didn't lie to you! I don't believe it!" Mu Yi said proudly.

The ghost-faced man turned around slowly, and directly opposite him, at the other end of the alley, a slender and sturdy young man, holding an ancient sword in one hand, holding the back of his head with the other, and his elbow against the wall, staring at the ghost-faced man armor expressionlessly.

"Soul Haoxuan!" the ghost-faced man shouted out the person's name in a deep voice, the person's face was not wavering, he stood up straight, and slowly walked towards the ghost-faced man armor, this person was Soul Haoxuan.

The ghost-faced man knew that he couldn't fight Soul Haoxuan, especially Soul Haoxuan, who still had the "Yu Lei" hidden on his body with the Qinglong Sword in his hand, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to take a few moves, so he didn't wait for Soul Haoxuan to get close, and immediately turned around and ran.

"Hey, where are you going, didn't you just want to teach me a lesson?" The ghost-faced man who wanted to escape was immediately stopped by Mu Yi.

"Heroes don't suffer losses in front of them!" Ghost-faced Man Armor said in a deep voice, and then jumped on the wall, but at this time, Soul Haoxuan had already arrived, and also jumped on the wall, and between Ghost Face Man Armor, only a meter away, the ancient sword in his hand had been unsheathed.

"Why are you doing this!" The ghost-faced man glanced at the ancient sword that exuded a cold glow in Soul Haoxuan's hand, and knew that it was a catastrophe, so he was not in a hurry to escape. He simply stopped and asked the question he wanted to know the most.

"Want to know?" Ghost Face Person A, who thought that Soul Haoxuan would not answer, was very surprised after hearing Soul Haoxuan's cold answer, and quickly nodded.

"Come here!" Soul Haoxuan said coldly.

Ghost-faced Man Armor hesitated for a moment, but finally took a step and walked cautiously in front of Soul Haoxuan.

Soul Haoxuan slowly leaned down and whispered a few words in the ghost-faced man's ear, and the ghost-faced man's face changed greatly.

"I know too much, just one word!" Soul Haoxuan said coldly, and in the next second, the ancient sword pierced the dry body of the Ghost-faced Man Armor, without a trace of blood, but the Ghost Face Man Armor immediately closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, it disappeared.

The painting that was snatched from Mu Yi's hand fell down and was caught by Mu Yi under the wall.

"It's just in time!" Mu Yi, who had put away the painting, looked up at Soul Haoxuan and said with a smile.

"Someone is waiting for you outside the town!" Soul Haoxuan didn't pay much attention to Mu Yi, and after saying this coldly, he jumped off the wall lightly, and then turned around and left, without dragging his feet.

"It's all other people's dogs, why bother pretending to be high with me! Your face is more disgusting than me!" Mu Yi was obviously not very satisfied with Soul Haoxuan's attitude, and after looking at Soul Haoxuan's slowly moving back and saying this, he also turned around and left towards the other end of the alley.

At the same time, at the intersection of the north and south ends of the town, there is a person who can be described as extremely strange. One of them was dressed in white, and the wind was stiff, and at first glance it looked like a handsome boy who came out of a book, and it looked like an immortal descending to earth. The other, dressed in black clothes and black robes, black cloak, with a large brim covering his face, and a huge black scythe on his shoulder, looked like a god of death coming out of hell.

These two people appeared at the north and south intersections of the town, and they all came to wait for someone!

Not long ago, not far in front of the man in white, a person slowly walked in, this person held an ancient sword, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't help but look cold, which was in stark contrast to the man in white with a spring breeze.

On the other side, an old man in a Taoist robe also appeared next to the man in black, and respectfully handed over the six portraits to the man in black.

"Let's go!" the man in white and the man in black said these two words almost at the same time.

Then, the man with the ancient sword walked away quickly, but the old man in the Taoist robe had his head removed by the black scythe.

(End of chapter)