"The person escorting this batch of timber is not Nie Huan. www.biquge.info"Nan Yue stared carefully at the high car, confirming that the leading Dharma protector was not among them.

"Then keep up and see where this batch of wood is delivered."

The two of them silently followed the group of craftsmen from the air, stopping and walking for a long time.

When the high car reached a fork in the road, it was faintly visible that several officers and soldiers in front of it were waving to stop the car.

The leader in charge of the escort seemed to come forward and laughed, and after some negotiation, the car swaggered through and turned into the fork in the right road.

"As I expected, the fork on the left must lead to the capital, and it is the wood needed for the repair and training of the palace in the palace." Nanyue guessed.

The two of them stepped forward to look at the target on the side of the road, which clearly said "laneway".

There is no doubt that the laneway is the road to the capital.

Wan Yan Min stopped Nanyue and said, "No need to follow, let's go back now and wait for Nie Protector's car to come." The words were in his chest, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

So the two returned to the entrance of Guan Rong Road and continued to squat.

A number of high-speed vehicles came out, all of which drove from the forest farm to the capital.

The shadow of the sun gradually shifted, and in a blink of an eye, it was dusk, and Wan Yanmin's face became darker and darker as the night fell.

"What's wrong with you, did you think of any new clues?"

He didn't answer, just shook his head, as if he was holding back something.

At that time, I saw the firelight flickering, and the bright golden and fiasco moonlight reflected on a person's face, it was Nie Huan.

The so-called 100 days of pedestrians, night ghosts and gods.

"In this way, the dozen or so batches of timber they transported during the day are all cover, and now is the clue."

"I'm going to see the ghosts tonight."

The two quickly followed.

The group escorting the car moved extremely cautiously, looking around and listening in all directions.

The night was quiet and fog-free, and you could see the dark shadows of the birds floating over the full moon.

This time, it wasn't a rush of streams, but one after another.

The trucks and the scale of the deliveries were much larger than those of the daytime, and the wooden carts loaded with logs were arranged in a tight row, like the limbs of a centipede. Each vehicle is flanked by two people in the Eagle Face Mask. The mask glows with a cool, metallic sheen.

Undoubtedly, this is a big move.

The convoy was moving like flowing water, because it was lined up together, and it was impossible to see the movements of each car when looking down, but only felt that it was slowly flowing forward.

In fact, each individual car is very fast, and the shiny rivets at the hub are faintly visible.

Nanyue clearly remembered that the tall cars in the daytime squeaked with every step, as if they had been twisted by the land.

The centipede convoy eventually flowed into the fork on the left, and this time no one stopped it.

The officers and men of the night watch were asleep in the station, or, in disguise, acquiescence.

"We shouldn't have come in these clothes." Nanyue chuckled and laughed at herself.

"The moonlight is excellent tonight, and everything you wear must be visible." Wan Yanmin also replied lightly.

One after the other, like two beautiful white birds, shuttled through the night sky, patiently waiting for the night to hand them to tear up.

The fork in the road on the left is obviously extremely wild, and the sandwich road is all skinny and abrupt mountains, and some strange rocky pictures are exposed. Walking through it is like falling into a deep canyon.

The dozens of cars walked for a long time before stopping, and cautiously entered a mountain gate.

Min Yue and the two couldn't see it really, so they simply landed between the stone crevices above the mountain gate and took a look at the scene inside.

Surrounded by mountains, there is a magnificent weapons factory.

At the foot of the mountain is a large area of low-lying Pyongyang, and it is a sea of lights, full of shirtless laborers. It's a long distance, but it's very real. The craftsmen who ran back and forth were all yellow and thin, their backs were shining, and they were all in a bow-like bent posture. The mountains were full of whole, sawn timbers that had been made into spokes and wheels.

It's a lively little world. Na Nie Huan and a group of warriors paced back and forth in the mountain pass, vigilant and guarded.

Wan Yanmin saw all this, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he couldn't explain the look on his face.

"Shall we go in and have a look?" Nanyue's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Come back tomorrow." After Yan Min didn't explain, he pulled out and left.

"Hey, it's hard to come, why don't you come in!"

But the figure in front of her was long gone, and Nanyue had to follow.

Walking to a wood, Wan Yanmin suddenly leaned against a tree and stopped, and beads of sweat appeared on his face.

Forcefully ordered Nan Yue to say: "You and I will go separately." ”

"Why?"

"You're talking too much, I don't need you around." The confidence to say this is already very weak.

Nanyue was confused with disgust, but found that Wan Yanmin suddenly stopped.

The forest was silent, with only a few leaves falling and the sound of one or two birds flapping their wings in the distance.

Both were visibly aware of the impending crisis. The sound of fine and heavy footsteps came from far and near, the calm ground rolled up dust and smoke from all directions, the dead branches and fallen leaves churned, and the air was brewing with a heavy depression.

The attack came suddenly from above, and several long swords brushed into the middle, and the cold blades reflected the snowy light. Around the two of them fell steadily more than a dozen dead soldiers dressed in black and black robes, even their heads were well covered with their caps, and the piping of the clothes was embroidered with bright red strange patterns.

The group had no masks because they didn't have faces at all—each face was criss-crossed with scars, deep and shallow, stabbed with ink on the scars, creating a unique identity that was different from normal human faces.

There was no warm-up for the killer to slowly circle around his prey, and the confrontation began directly.

The goal of this group of people is very clear, that is, to complete Yan Min.

The sword unsheathed, setting off a beautiful arc of light in the moonlit sky, and the power of the blade of the sword bounced a circle of dead soldiers. However, it is ineffective, this time the enemy is different from the past, and people who have no sense of the flesh are not afraid of flesh and skin wounds.

The most terrifying thing about the ultimate dead is that as long as there is a breath, they still have the determination and courage to put the other party to death, and they don't care about themselves.

Never be an enemy with someone who has died, or someone who is not afraid of death.

Nanyue was thrown out by Wan Yanmin, and there was only one prey in the eyes of that group of people, and she was the safest to stay out of the matter.

The dead soldiers who were bounced off bounced back one by one like ghosts stuck to their bodies, and everyone's kung fu was superior. Wan Yanmin struggled to resist.

What's more, the ion time is getting closer and closer, and the full moon in the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

The body is like being bitten by thousands of ants, and the bones, blood and flesh are under the skin, churning like flames.

In the midst of lightning and fire, a sword stabbed into Wan Yanmin's chest with unmistakable precision.

The only mistake was that it was inserted into Nanyue's shoulder.

A misty white powder spreads from the air.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Nanyue endured the pain and took advantage of the chaos to pull Wan Yanmin to get lost in the barren forest.

"That's goco, it can hold them back for a while, you don't care about me, hurry back to Huanhualou,...... Just go...... The person they're going to deal with is you. ”

"You're crazy, there's poison on that sword." Wan Yanmin's body had already had an attack of Gu poison, and he was out of breath.

Nanyue piled up on the ground with an expression of hatred that iron could not become steel, and said weakly: "I can't die." ”

"Let's go." The voice is resolute.

The two supported each other and walked for a while, but Nanyue couldn't support it and fainted to the ground.

Wan Yanmin tried his best to suppress the impact in his body, picked her up horizontally, and stumbled all the way back to Huanhualou.