Although it has been half a year since he left the guild, Master Mianyu's clues are still pitiful. I don't know anything other than knowing where the other person last appeared.

Mu Fei tried to inquire from the wind and rain building, but unfortunately he still found nothing.

Recently, he's been trying to think in a different direction. Because he always felt that Master Mianyu seemed to have conveyed something very important to him in another form.

Playing with the cigarette stick in his hand, Mu Fei had a faint feeling in his heart.

Could the secret truths that Master learned be related to the "Seven Martial Arts"? The secret behind the weapons and demons, the seven weapons that first appeared thousands of years ago, just on the surface, there must be some connection between them. The most important thing now is what the connection is.

Master Mianyu, what does he want to sue himself? Why can't you just go through guò in a more direct and concise way, and instead entrust him with your important weapons?

The Seven Martial Arts held by Mian Yu looked like an ordinary cigarette stick, made of ordinary brass, and even the inscription representing the weapon had been blurred by long-term friction.

Glancing down at Hei Feng, Mu Fei said lightly: "Since the master handed you over to me along with the weapon, do you also have any secrets hidden here?" Or are you part of that 'truth'? ”

Hei Feng didn't know if he understood Mu Fei's words, tilted his head and made an insignificant "hmm" sound, and then, very happily, wagged his tail very happily, and rubbed it hard against Mu Fei's arms with its fluffy "dog head".

Mu Fei pushed Hei Feng's huge body away with some helplessness, his clothes were already stained with long dog hair.

It's really a brain pumping to think that this stupid dog is hiding some secrets. Mu Fei couldn't help but feel amused at his previous thoughts.

Seeing the black wind, I still want to come over. Mu Fei simply took the cigarette stick and knocked it on the head hard. That's what makes it a little more honest.

Seeing that Hei Feng's ears drooped, he looked aggrieved. Mu Fei smiled and said, "Go into the house and see how the steamed buns are doing." ”

When Black Wind heard the order, he immediately became energetic again, and ran into the house with a jump.

A few days ago, Mu Fei found that the steamed bread seemed to have signs of sobriety, but he didn't know if it was his own delusion, and the steamed bread had not moved in the past few days. However, he still checked it from time to time, and when he went out, he tried to stuff the steamed buns into his pocket and carry them as before.

Looking at the back of Hei Fengfart, Mu Fei felt a heart stop. Is there a guy like him who has to carry a bunch of oil bottles with him when he flees?

After grieving for himself for a while, Mu Fei returned his mind to the issue of weapons.

After playing carefully for a long time, I still didn't see any strange doorways as before. Mu Fei couldn't help but think of the kind of wordless heavenly books in some martial arts novels, where wonderful handwriting would only appear after flooding and fire.

When I cleaned it before, it was flooded, and smoking with a cigarette stick was considered a fire, and I didn't see any text patterns appearing.

What's the mystery? Or did Master give him this so he could use it?

But if he used this stick, his dim light would be swallowed up by it. That's something he didn't want to see. After all, the dim light has been with him for so many years, and there is no credit and hard work, how do you say that? Do not abandon the wife of the chaff......

Ahem, it's far away.

Mu Fei looked out the window while smoking a cigarette, or not. Let's find a demon to use a cigarette stick to try the effect? If it doesn't start, it won't have any effect on the dark light, right?

But. His hunter privileges in the guild have been completely blocked, and he can't log in to the guild's website at all, and there is a risk of leaking his whereabouts when he logs into the website, which is a thing that outweighs the loss. As a result, now Mu Fei wants to find a demon to fight, and he doesn't know where to look.

Just feel free to go out and see if you can meet one or two demons.

Thinking of this, he explained to Sal and promised that he would definitely come back before nightfall, and Mu Fei walked out alone.

He used to think that he might be unlucky, and he could encounter things when he walked well, but today, it was rare for him to call for his bad luck, but he couldn't let him get his wish.

Everywhere you go, it's a normal sight, and the demons that inhabit Miracle City seem to have completely disappeared overnight.

Cut, obviously half a year ago, this place was like a demon base full of high-level demons, could it be that in just half a year, those S-level guys were cleaned up by the guild? No, those good guys are all S-class, and they won't be so unhelpful.

When I first left the guild, Miracle City was under full martial law, and if I didn't leave the city, it was hard to guarantee that I wouldn't be discovered by the guild people. Mu Fei wandered around other places for a while, but finally returned here, because he had a feeling that the city might also be hiding some secrets, and most of this secret was related to what Master Mianyu had mastered.

Because he didn't want to meet with the people in Huaxia District, Mu Fei didn't walk on the street too blatantly, but restrained his breath and shuttled through the alleys.

Even in broad daylight, the secluded alleys are full of darkness and dampness, where darkness and sin are most likely to breed.

If the demon wants to commit a crime for most of the day, then such a place is also the most likely.

Mu Fei stood in the shadow of the alley and took out his cigarette stick, lit it silently, leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, adjusted it slightly, then stood up and walked towards the depths of the alley.

If he wasn't mistaken, the smell of human blood wafted through the air, but he couldn't tell what was going on.

After walking a distance into the depths, a noisy sound came, although the voice was deliberately low, it still couldn't escape Mu Fei's ears.

This is the sound of a fight that Mu Fei is familiar with.

He would not have misheard or judged, and in the depths of this alley, hunters and demons were fighting.

Mu Fei's footsteps looked very leisurely, as if he was walking casually, but if someone was around him at this time, he would be surprised to find that his footsteps did not make a sound at all.

Not only the sound of footsteps, but also the slightest sound of clothes rubbing against him as he walked around so leisurely, quiet as a disembodied ghost.

What's even more incredible is that his steps don't seem to be big, and his movements are not very fast, just an ordinary walking posture, but the speed is really not slow, and it only takes a while to reach the fork in the road at the end of the alley.

On one side of the fork in the road, as Mu Fei expected, two figures were fighting fiercely. (To be continued.) )