"You lead the way!" After Sanqing stopped Mu Yi and Fan Youwei, the old and the young, from messing around, he turned around and whispered to Wei Haoran, who didn't say anything, and walked directly to the front of everyone and walked into the path.

Sanqing Muyi and Fan Youwei followed up once, and the soldiers were still broken, but in fact, it was the old yellow dog who was guarding the intersection after everyone went on the road.

Everyone followed Wei Haoran on the potholed path, and before they knew it, they had crossed a hill, and along the way, there was no roar of jeeps, and no one spoke, the whole world was dead silent, and the surrounding air seemed to be condensed.

The mountain fog came suddenly just as they climbed the second mountain, and quickly spread, enveloping the entire mountain, or rather the entire land.

The group walked through the fog, and before they knew it, they began another downhill road, and in front of them appeared a small flat field, a depression in the embrace of the mountains, where the faint light of fire shone faintly.

"That's where it is, there's light, maybe he's really there!" Wei Haoran stopped and pointed to the firelight and whispered, and Sanqing and the others stopped

Footsteps.

Sanqing looked at the firelight, his eyes flickered, and after a while, he suddenly frowned.

Everywhere he saw, a small bamboo hut stood quietly in the middle of the depression, and the light of the fire came from the bamboo hut. I don't know who or what is in the bamboo house, but outside the bamboo house, a hundred ghosts come out at night and walk around the house. And these ghosts turned out to be as Wei Haoran said, with their feet tied together, floating forward. Under such an environment, Wei Haoran can still raise a body of yang energy, which can be seen in the doorway.

"This place was chosen?" Sanqing turned his head to look at Wei Haoran and asked in a deep voice.

"No, it's my eldest brother, and the house was built by him himself, and every bamboo he carried back from the mountain with his own hands. Wei Haoran said directly.

"Oh!" Sanqing replied softly, feeling more and more curious about this young man who had changed his father's surname.

"I'm going to explore the way first?" Seeing that Sanqing no longer asked, Wei Haoran asked.

"No, let's go over! Since he didn't leave, maybe he has the intention of opening the door to welcome guests!" Sanqing said quietly, and then took the lead towards the bamboo house.

Wei Haoran glanced at Sanqing's back and shrugged his shoulders, as if he felt that this kid was crazy, how could there be such a thief?

Sanqing soon came to the front of the bamboo house, the door was hidden, and the firelight came through the crack in the door.

"Come in!" Sanqing was about to reach out and knock on the door, but a cold voice came from inside the room.

Sanqing was stunned for a moment, Wei Haoran, who was standing beside him, immediately recognized this voice, and couldn't help but feel shocked, one was worried about himself, but he was curious that the guy actually knew that there was someone outside the house, and he opened the door to meet the enemy?

Sanqing gently pushed open the door and walked in, Wei Haoran was weak-hearted, and the soldier followed in, and then crossed his hands on his chest and stood quietly beside Sanqing. Mu Yi and Fan Youwei didn't enter the house, and Wei Haoran, who was weak-hearted, didn't dare to enter the house, so he quietly squatted aside and smoked, thinking a lot in his heart.

After Sanqing entered the house, he quickly glanced around, and there was only a bed, a table, and a stool in the small room. There was an oil lamp on the table, and on the stool sat a young man who was reading a book seriously, Sanqing glanced at it, and there were two large traditional characters written on it, Zhou Yi.

"Interesting!" Sanqing said to himself.

"It's a child!" The young man gently put the book in his hand on the table, and Sanqing saw his appearance clearly, he was seven points similar to Wei Haoran, but he was much more handsome than the former, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but his face was expressionless and extremely gloomy.

"You are Wei Haoxuan?" Sanqing didn't have a chance to say something slightly mocking to the other party, and asked directly.

"My surname is Soul, my name is Soul Haoxuan!" The young man is Wei Haoran's biological brother, the former Wei Haoxuan, and now the Soul Haoxuan. After listening to Sanqing's question, he immediately responded.

"It doesn't make a difference to me. Sanqing said in a deep voice.

"In my place, there is a big difference!" Soul Haoxuan slowly got up, glaring angrily, and exuding a murderous aura from his body.

"Really?" Sanqing squinted and continued: "Soul people, ghosts in the clouds, floating in the world, with nothing to rely on, do you really like this?"

"Don't worry about it!" Soul Haoxuan replied indifferently, and then strode towards Sanqing.

Beside Sanqing, the soldiers also strode forward and blocked in front of Sanqing.

"Hmph, don't think about it!" Soul Haoxuan snorted coldly and continued to approach forward.

The soldier clenched his fists and took a step forward again, looking at the posture, as long as Soul Haoxuan took another step forward, he would make a move.

Soul Haoxuan didn't stop there, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the soldier, and there was only one step between the two.

The soldier's body flickered, and he punched out a punch, sinking vigorously, and went straight to the door of Soul Haoxuan.

Soul Haoxuan didn't dodge, the eight winds didn't move, and when the punch was about to hit his face, he raised his hand and took the punch, and then, the hand that grabbed the soldier's fist pulled and unloaded violently. The GI's body immediately lost its center of gravity, and was pulled by the aftermath of his own punch, and one stumbled forward, falling to the ground.

After the soldier fell to the ground, he rolled and quickly stood up, and then attacked Soul Haoxuan again.

"Still coming?" Soul Haoxuan said coldly, and a roundabout kick hit the waist of the soldier who was just approaching.

The soldier suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, holding his abdomen with both hands, curled up in a ball, and looked at Soul Haoxuan with incredible eyes, he couldn't believe that such a young person could have such combat power. He has followed Li Laosan on the rivers and lakes for many years, although he has also seen outstanding people, but he can beat him with two moves without the ability to fight back, this guy is definitely the first.

"Okay, we're not here to fight!" Sanqing said.

"Don't worry, you can't die!" Soul Haoxuan said in his indifferent tone.

Sanqing nodded.

Soul Haoxuan continued: "Don't you have something to ask me? I also have something to ask you, but you have to let this grumpy guy go away first!"

Sanqing glanced at Soul Haoxuan, not like a joke, and then he looked at the soldier again, and the soldier understood, endured the pain and slowly got up and left the bamboo house.

Outside the bamboo house, Mu Yi and Fan Youwei were peeking in with their heads open, and both of them were dumbfounded. Fan Youwei was even more distracted, thinking that that guy was really powerful, and he actually the big man in two clicks. If only I had that kind of hand. And although Wei Haoran also cared about what was happening in the house, he didn't dare to look at it, so he could only listen with his ears pricked up.

Until the soldier withdrew from the house holding his stomach, Mu Yi and Fan Youwei hurriedly retracted their heads.

"Wei Haoran, don't hide, I don't blame you!" At the same time, there was an indifferent voice from the bamboo house, which Wei Haoran was familiar with, he was shocked at first, and then after breathing a long sigh of relief, he got up and walked towards the soldier.