The man's figure was very thin compared to the burly Wan Zhuang owner in front of him, but although there was a huge disparity in physique outside, Wan Zhuang was respectful in front of this thin man, and he didn't even dare to look at his eyes.

"Master, there is news from the government that they have found new evidence in those disappearances."

"New evidence? What new evidence? The Mask Master asked softly, seemingly casually, "Could it be that you left something behind when you started?" ”

The owner of Wanzhuang was terrified, "Every time I arrest someone, my subordinates go to see it in person, and there is absolutely no trace left." ”

"In that case, what are you nervous about? Maybe they deliberately said this to force you to show your feet, but recently you have been optimistic about those subordinates and told them not to act rashly, and I will let people take care of other things for you. ”

The mask master analyzed it very rationally, so that Ming Yulong couldn't help but take a closer look.

It's a shame that the owner of Wan Zhuang is not as burly as the chief of the house, and she only sees a mask when she blocks the master.

But listening to this mask, he is a smart man, but he guessed correctly, but it was too late, and the horse's feet were already exposed.

"How's the latest new work?"

"Back to the master, my subordinates have experimented several times, and the guarantee made this time is enough to mess with it."

Although I don't know what they are talking about, the mask master's voice obviously became more solemn when he mentioned it, and the answer of the master of Wan Zhuang was also all kind of respectful and serious.

In the dilapidated and desolate abandoned houses, the flickering and flickering dim candles reflect the strange shadows of the abandoned tables and chairs, and the silent mountains and forests in the middle of the night are even more eerie.

"Lord, please look."

Master Wan Zhuang took out something from his sleeve and respectfully handed it to the mask master.

Is it a privately minted counterfeit coin?

The mask master stretched out his hand and was about to take it and take a closer look, when Ming Yulong's ink eyes instantly closed, staring at his hand tightly, trying to see clearly.

And the noise not far away made things change instantly.

"There's light ahead, let's go and rest."

The sudden sound in the silent forest made the movements of the masked master and the master of Wan Zhuang in the room change instantly.

Almost before the sudden words fell, the candle flame in the room was immediately extinguished, and in the darkness, the two figures quickly dispersed and evacuated.

Seeing this, Rong Yi and Ming Yulong chased in the direction of the mask master, captured the thief first, captured the king, and caught him, and the Ten Thousand Blades Villa was not afraid.

The night wind pierced through the forest, whistling with a biting cold.

Rong Yi and Ming Yulong's martial arts are not low, but the martial arts of the mask master are not weak, in order to prevent him from detecting that someone is following, the two of them have a certain distance from the mask master.

In the dark night, the figures of the Mask Guild Master and the Mo Ye Merge passed through the forest left and right, and Rong Yi and the others chased after a tree, and then disappeared from the Mask Guild Master.

"Damn, run away." Ming Yulong looked at the gray woods and cursed in a low voice.

"That man knows the terrain very well, and has more advantage than we do." Rong Yi looked at the direction where the man disappeared, and his phoenix eyes were deep.

Ming Yulong frowned at the direction where the mask master disappeared and thought deeply: "I don't know if it's my illusion, Rong Yi, did you find that the figure of that person just now is a little familiar?" ”

Rong Yi nodded: "I'm also suspicious, looking at the figure, that person seems to have seen it somewhere." ”

It's just that I can't remember it for a while.