Chapter 157: Misfortune Leads to the East

"Boss Zhen, there is a good way, do you see if you can take it?" a man in black stared at the closed wooden door of the inner hall, noticing a hint of strangeness.

"Little things, don't you know everything, don't you try your luck in the trial tower, can't you feel comfortable with my old thing?"

"It's a good thing, it won't be cheap for those powerful masters!" said the man in black at the head of the group respectfully, but he glanced at the rest of the men in black behind him, and everyone understood, and the hand that reached behind his waist was squeezed tighter.

"Alright then, you can just come in alone, and I don't know where my little nephew who killed a thousand knives has run away, and he won't break his dog's leg when he comes back!" replied to a hoarse voice in the room.

The man in black pushed open the wooden door, and some musty air gushed out of the house, which smelled of old smell, just like this pawnshop, giving people an uncomfortable feeling, always feeling that these old things should have been renovated a long time ago, the house is like this, and so are the people in the room.

Seeing the rickety old man sitting at the counter behind the door, the heartbeat of the man in black calmed down a little, and he was stepping into the room, and the light outside the window reflected the old man's face, but at this moment, the pupils of the man in black shrank to the size of a pinhole.

"Guard!"

The black-clothed man at the head roared, and the hand that had been holding the short sword behind his waist stabbed out from behind him at the moment of sound, and accurately stabbed into the throat of the rickety old man.

The short sword entered his throat, and there was no blood splashing, but the rickety old man smiled evilly, his lips opened, and only a flash of silver light appeared, and the sound of catapults filled the entire room.

At the last moment of his life, the black-clothed man led by him could only give one last command, and then his body was shot into a sieve by thousands of highly poisonous silver needles that flew out of the rickety old man's body.

"Retreat!"

With the captain's desperate shout, the black-clothed man squad quickly drew out the short sword with the fastest speed and the most neat movements, a faint halo emerged from their bodies, and with the dance of the short sword, the true qi in their bodies sprinkled around with the sword blade, and there seemed to be a force in the air that was involved, and the six air slashes flew towards the surroundings, and the withered vegetation and broken wooden walls of the black wood fang patio collapsed violently, which, including the dead captain, a total of eight people, turned out to be martial arts masters who had reached the realm of imperial qi.

Broken wood chips fell into the courtyard with the snowflakes in the air, and in the sawdust that exploded into ashes, a figure flashed, his fingers moved slightly, and something around him seemed to be affected by these simple movements, rushing towards the team of the men in black.

It was a few other shadows, these shadows looked roughly humanoid, but they were fangs and claws, three heads and six arms, each of their arms, exuding a metallic luster, the cold light flashed between these shadows and the man in black, the man in black was clustered in the middle, and the head of the person who had not made a move was thrown away in response to the storm of the blade.

It's just that before he died, just like the man in black who died just now, he spit out a sentence with all his strength.

"Silk!

The man who had been killed from behind the wall walked out of the sawdust, and the men in black could see that his face was wearing the mask of the head of the Wind Hou Hall's scout.

"Hand over the things. The man in the blue mouse mask said coldly, his voice seemed to be colder than this winter snow.

"Meddling in the affairs of my lord, are you Fenghou Hall doing the opposite?" a man in black roared, pointing forward with his short sword, and the true qi of his whole body blew up the tight-fitting night clothes, and the true qi swam away on the tip of the sword, and rushed towards the man in the blue mouse mask desperately.

The Green Squirrel Mask sneered, his body moved slightly, his fingertips twisted, and calmly passed past the attacking man in black, targeting only the iron box that the dead man had been hiding in his arms.

The man in black used his life's skills, but he didn't even touch a single hair of the green mouse mask, and at the moment when the two of them were staggered, a hideous puppet blocked in front of him, his chest cavity was wide open, and the man in black was included in it, only to hear the sound of the friction between the machine bracket and the iron weapon, and the man in black who was included in the puppet's body screamed miserably, turning into blood and mud and flowing out from under the puppet.

The green mouse mask came to the place where the iron box was, and casually slashed the two black-clothed people who were blocking him, but as soon as his fingers touched the iron box, there was a violent sense of danger in his heart.

The iron box bounced open, and there was nothing inside, but a purple mist appeared, and at this time, two of the remaining three men in black swung their short swords at the blue mouse mask, while the other person burst out with a stronger momentum than all the men in black before, and rushed out of the black wood workshop and rushed into the black market street.

"Oh no, it turns out that the most important thing is not the leader or the person who protects, these are all disguises to cover people's eyes, and the hiding place of the treasure is among the escorts. The green mouse suddenly realized and wanted to rush out of the door, but was helplessly trapped by the last two men in black.

Their exposed eyes were blood-red, and they couldn't see their humanity anymore, obviously using the forbidden method to stimulate the true qi of their whole body, and their own lives were also on the line.

The green mouse mask was a little panicked inside, and things seemed to be a little out of his plan. Just as he had slew the two men again, a scream came from outside the door. The green rat hurriedly rushed out of the door, only to see the man in black who escaped, his whole body was colorful, as if he had been poisoned, he said a few words in his mouth, and as soon as he pulled the rope on his body, the whole person turned into two-colored fireworks and rose into the sky above the city of innocence.

"Golden ...... Toad ......"

Just after the last man in black committed suicide with hatred, after the two-color fireworks, the man who killed him with a golden toad mask seemed to show a helpless but meaningful smile to the green mouse mask in his hollow eyes, and turned around and disappeared into the snow.

The blue mouse approached the place where the man in black was buried, and around his tattered corpse was empty.

At this moment, the green mouse mask came to his senses in vain, and his own family was planning to bring disaster to the east, but he never wanted to fall into the other party's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, and the plan was still the old immortal in the torture hall after all.

Taking off the mask of the green mouse, the fair-skinned, ruddy-complexion, rich man, sighed helplessly and walked out of the black wood workshop. The puppets and green rat masks he had just used were also thrown around the wreckage at random. If someone can see his appearance, they will not be unrecognizable, this is the trial ceremony, standing behind the golden spoon, the master of one of the three halls, the confidant and sibling of that person, and also the dean of the Golden Toad Academy, one of the three academies that hosted the ceremony, Bai Yushan.

And the person who pretended to be the person of the Caitang and threw the unique golden toad mask of the Caitang's subordinates on the black market street, Bai Yushan knew that only Gu Muqing, the dean of the Fengluan Academy, knew it.

Whether it was Bai Yushan or Gu Muqing, the shopkeeper of the Black Wood Workshop who they didn't notice had already packed up his belongings before he walked out of the Black Wood Workshop, and there was a simple iron box in his arms. This old shopkeeper who has run the black wood shop all his life is not fake, he will not return to the black wood shop from today on, nor will he stay in the city of innocence, as long as he hands over the iron box in his hand to the lord of the torture hall, he will stay away from the city of innocence, leave the eastern land, and hide in the Beichuan region with the wealth that has been used inexhaustibly for a lifetime, and spend the rest of his life happily.

The two-colored fireworks rose high into the sky above the city of innocence, and rose to the high wall like an iron barrel. On the high wall, an old man in the last years of the wind candle smiled deeper when he saw this yellow-green fireworks, representing the colors of Caitang and Fenghoutang, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepened.

The fireworks dissipated, the thick clouds were still there, and the people of the torture hall quickly rushed to the black market street, they found the puppet and green mouse mask that only the scouts of the Fenghou Hall would use in the destroyed black wood workshop, and found the golden toad mask of the Cai Tang and the poison of the Cai Tang around the corpse on the black market street, and also found two cold corpses in a dark alley, one of which was the treasurer of the black wood fang, Zhen Buzhen.

Sima Xie comfortably drank the hot tea that had been rebrewed in his mouth, looked at the sky, and the star behind the thick clouds still didn't notice what was happening here.

The new life of the City of Innocence, my new life, has begun!

……

Xingcha of the torture hall blocked all the information about the black wood fang, and did not reveal everything that happened today, or at least not today.

In the deep alley where the corpse of Zhen Bufei's shopkeeper was located, Xue Ding and the person who was drinking with him on Baihua Street appeared here at the same time, and the two looked at each other and knew each other silently.

After a long time, he spoke.

"What even a master like you cares about?"

"That's what you're following me for?"

"Isn't that thing here anyway? ”

"You'll know, just keep an eye on Sima Jie's old thing. ”

After finishing speaking, the person who was talking to Xue Ding seemed to have come and gone without a trace, and his body turned around and disappeared in place.

Xue Ding's brows furrowed, and he walked out of the deep alley in a moment, and returned to the old tree at the entrance of Baihua Street to sit down, the wine was not yet cold, and the frozen pears were still slow. And the man was already lying on the plum tree at the end of the street, pretending to be asleep, and the direction of his eyes had shifted from under the city to the high wall.

Xue Ding also faced the sky above the innocence city where the snowflakes fell, closed his eyes and took a nap, waiting for the person at the end of the street to move again.