Pu Cao rummaged through the witness room here and there, and after looking around a few times, he didn't see the shadow of the Hanged Chief, and his heart was in turmoil for a while.

The miserable white face coughed violently outside the door, and said intermittently: "Boy, hurry up, the city is too angry, and the old man's practice today was interrupted by you, so he must breathe as soon as possible." If you grind any longer, the old man will kill you first. ”

Pu Cao walked out with a bitter face, and saw that the face of the miserable white face was very ugly, and he held his heart in one hand, so he spoke, "Senior, the token is a treasure knife, it is estimated that someone took it away, since the predecessor is in poor health, I will send the predecessor to your cave to rest first." You can rest assured, I have been hit by your finger, and I will never dare to have any other thoughts. ”

"Count you boy honest, you go out of the city with the old man, and talk about it tomorrow. As long as you are obedient, the old man will not do anything to you. ”

What is the injury of the miserable white face, Pu Cao has no bottom in his heart, and plans to take one step at a time. The Twisted Chief was borrowed by Mr. Huo with great difficulty, if he loses it, he will not be able to go to the Great Snow Mountain, and he will really have no face to face Mr. Huo. Pu Cao thought wildly all the way, and walked out behind her miserable white face with mixed feelings. There are many houses in the city lord's mansion, most of them are wooden buildings, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, the heat wave is pressing, and the soldiers and civilians who are fighting the fire can't move forward at all, and can only watch the fire spread.

The black smoke was so smoky that Pu Cao's eyes couldn't be opened, and he picked up Pu Cao's collar with a miserable white face, and saw that the posture was about to go out of the mansion, and Pu Cao was at his mercy, and after a few ups and downs, he had already left the gate of the city lord's mansion.

There was a commotion at the gate, Pu Cao glanced at it, and saw a bald man with muscular bumps holding a knife and coercing a fat man who was shirtless and wearing only a pair of silk pants, and the fat man shouted in his mouth, "The king spares your life, you all retreat, retreat again." ”

The knife in the bald man's hand looks familiar, no, it's the Twisted Chief. Pu Cao came to his senses and shouted with a miserable white face, "Senior, wait, the token is in the hands of that bald head." ”

The miserable white face didn't want to care about these things, but since it involved the token that this kid said, he had to stop. After all, there is little hope for revenge on these people, and the miserable white face may not dare to step into the scope of the Great Snow Mountain in this life, and he can only hide in a place where there are many dead people every day and use evil methods to introduce death qi into his body to continue his life, and he doesn't know when he will die. The appearance of this kid brought a glimmer of light to the miserable white face, and when people are in trouble, as long as there is a little possibility, they will desperately grasp it.

There were injuries on his white face and coughing non-stop, Pu Cao saw that the blood he spit out was spurted on the ground and there were hard blood clots like ice blocks, and there was a trace of cold, and he said in his heart, this miserable white face can really be carried, so that he can not die, it is indeed powerful.

He nodded a few fingers at his body with a miserable white face, paused, and said to Pucao, "Wait first." ”

The many lieutenants and the guards of the City Lord's Mansion seemed to be afraid that the fat man would be harmed, and kept retreating, and the middle-aged man who had entered the cell with his nose covered during the day stood in front of him and looked very abrupt. I only heard him say to the bald head: "I have something to say, let my family master go first, and I will guarantee for my family that the king will leave with your brothers." ”

"Lao Tzu is doing a knife licking blood business, if you don't let my eighth brother go tonight, Lao Tzu will let this fat pig be buried with him." The bald head was fierce and vicious, and with force in his hand, the fat mansion lord's neck immediately had a blood mark, gurgling and bleeding.

"Release, release, release, the king's men are lighter, and you still don't go and find the king's brother." The lord shouted to the lieutenants.

The lieutenants all looked at each other, who knows who this bald eighth brother is.

"It's the one you caught in the rice shop in the morning." The tattooed neck next to the bald head explained to everyone.

Only then did the mansion master and Mr. Liu understand that they had stabbed the big basket, and at this time, the long-faced man was estimated to have been cut into several pieces.

The fat mansion owner held the idea that the dead friend would not die and the poor way, and quickly told the bald head what had happened, and put all the responsibility on Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu was close to them, and after listening to the words of the lord of the mansion, he let go: "My lord, this dead fat man instructed me to do it, he likes this knife in your hand, and forces me to think of a plan to help him take it for himself." The king, there is a debtor and a master, and the root is still in the dead fat man. He also shook out how the fat mansion owner made money and sent it to the capital to buy officials and forcibly occupy women from good families, and even said where the money looted by the mansion owner was hidden.

The fat mansion lord still has a knife around his neck, arguing with Mr. Liu. The bald head was cracking, "My father and mother died early, we have nine brothers, and the eighth child has been disobedient since he was a child, but I didn't expect to send him to step on it this time, which killed him, so how can I be worthy of my father's entrustment." Originally, Shazhi City was adjacent to our Jiuwang Mountain, we didn't want to do things to the end, we have always only taken wealth and not killed, today you kill my eighth brother, I want you to pay for your blood debt. Seven--"

"In!" The tattooed neck answered loudly.

"Take the brothers and kill them, and leave no one behind!" The bald head slaughtered the lord of the mansion, and rushed to the captain with his subordinates, how could the soldiers have the fierceness of the bandits of Jiuwang Mountain, the lord of the mansion is dead, and the family is all in Shazhi City, fighting a fart, all fighting and retreating and scattering.

Mr. Liu was slashed by a tattooed man, and there was still a breath left, struggling to crawl to the side of the fat mansion owner, the mansion owner had already died thoroughly, Mr. Liu struggled to raise his right palm covered in blood, and slapped the fat mansion lord in the face.

"I've wanted to slap you dead fat guy a few times." Mr. Liu laughed nervously, blood foam continued to spurt out of Mr. Liu's mouth, and his teeth were bright red.

Seeing that the miserable white face was almost over, he restrained his bald head, seized the Hanged Chief, and did not embarrass the group of bandits, but just jumped into the mansion again with Pucao, and found the inner room where the fat mansion owner hid the money that Mr. Liu said.

The inner room was in a mess, and Pu Cao saw a woman lying naked on the bed with blurred flesh and blood, thinking that she had been killed by the bandits of Jiuwang Mountain, and she felt a little unbearable, so she pulled the sheet and covered the woman's body.

Ignoring the pale face, as Mr. Liu said, he lifted a painting hanging on the wall, pressed down the mechanism, and after the sound of "Zaza", a secret room appeared.

On one side is a neatly stacked half-wall-high box, full of gold bars and silver ingots, and on the other side is an open small box, containing jade, jewelry, jewelry and other things, and there is a basket on the ground, which is bundled and rolled up one by one, it should be a famous poetry and painting, and Pu Cao is dumbfounded, how much money did this fat man make!

The miserable white face picked up some silver tickets and took them, grabbed some gold and silver, and took the cloth bag. Pu Cao saw that there was an inkstone in a box, I don't know what it was made of, the color was dark, there was a giant turtle lying on it horizontally, and Pu Cao looked at it, thinking that it would be a good gift to take it back to Mr. Huo, and it was also stuffed into his bag at the moment. He glanced at it with a white face, and didn't say much, just asked Pucao to take more gold and silver to use on the road.

The two swept around, returned to the mass grave, and removed a slanted stone tablet with a miserable white face, revealing a black hole for one person to pass, Pu Cao was a little afraid, although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he still couldn't get past the level in his heart by drilling into the graveyard.

Under the repeated urging of the miserable white face, Pucao jumped down, and after the miserable white face waited for Pucao to come down, he pushed back the stone stele, covered the entrance of the cave and lit the oil lamp, the space was very large, it looked like the outer room of the tomb, the ground was rammed very solidly, and there was no feeling of dampness and coldness, some of the funeral items were cleaned up by the miserable white face, and there were blurred murals painted all around, and there was a passage that was pitch black, probably leading to the depths of the underground palace where the coffin was placed more inside. There was a faint wind swirling, and the lights were about to go out several times, but then brightened again, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Pucao didn't dare to walk around, seeing that it was not difficult to breathe, it was estimated that there was a vent, otherwise the oil lamp would not be lit. After coming in, he put down the cloth bag containing the money, closed his eyes and meditated without saying a word, and dotted his fingers on his body from time to time.

There are no fanged ghosts, there is no white face and no blood sucking and drinking, temporarily safe, hunger replaces fear and prevails, the dry food in the bag has already been eaten, Pucao has not found anything to eat, there is a jar containing most of the liquid, Pucao picked it up and shook it gently, there is a shaking feeling in it, it may be water, but Pucao does not have the courage to drink.

With the head and the firewood knife in his body, Pu Cao had the intention to take advantage of the miserable white face to practice cutting a few knives, but he never tried, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, who knows what other means the miserable white face has.

I don't know how long it took, I opened my eyes with a miserable white face, got up and said coldly to Pu Cao: "It's almost dawn, you should go, you take the silver, tomorrow you rush to Yangshan City, Wanli Prefecture, go to the foot shop to rent a car, the old man doesn't want your kid to die on the road." ”

"Senior, I haven't asked you for your name, in case the kid does what you say, how can I contact you to unlock the ban."

"The old man's surname is Wei, and he is called the Wei ghost envoy, if the old thief Ding is dead, it is a big deal in the rivers and lakes, and the old man will naturally go to look for you after hearing about it. Hmph, Old Thief Ding is willing to give you such a good knife as a token, and it seems that he is ready to accept you as a disciple. If it weren't for the fact that this knife was useless to the old man, and there was something big for you to do, I would have pointed you to death earlier. ”

"Senior, don't worry, I'm afraid of death and pain, I will definitely try my best to get Ding Lao Thief to eat the pill."

Pu Cao sneered in his heart, Lao Tzu is not stupid, King Wei Yan didn't say how to let Pu Cao contact him, if Pu Cao was lucky enough to poison Ding Lao Thief, he would not be able to escape death.

"Get out, the lord of Shazhi City has been killed, the above must be investigated, and he will send troops to seal the city and arrest him tomorrow, the old man will say it again, you kid must not play tricks, you will taste the pain on the full moon night next month, the old man believes that after you have tasted the taste of digging your bones, you will be obedient."

Pu Cao didn't want to stay with a miserable white face for a moment, rolled up a layer of cloth with the twisted chief, carried it from the inside, and tied the bookbag behind his back to cover the handle of the knife, and couldn't see it if he didn't look carefully, and threw a firewood knife in his waist, so that he could get out of the grave to identify the direction, and speed up his pace to Yangshan City.

When you go to Deyang Mountain City, find an inn to live in, let the guys at the inn send some special dishes, and sleep well after a hearty meal. On the second day, I went to the money village to exchange some broken silver, bought a few clothes, and replenished some dry food to eat on the road.

Pu Cao asked the guy at the inn for the route, roughly from the bottom of Wanli Prefecture, through Yangguan, Songqing, Silent City, into Bochuan Prefecture, change to a boat and go upstream, reach Luoling, the capital of Jingguo, and then turn to the northwest. The innkeeper also recommended to Pucao not to rent a car from the foot shop, the foot line of the car and horse is generally only a short distance transportation, the farthest is only one or two cities with stores, no matter how far away the business will not be accepted, and the price is also expensive, it is better to go to the tooth shop in the city to try your luck. The guy also said that the dental dealer often introduced the merchants to the carriages and horses for long-distance transportation, and was also responsible for helping the merchants form groups and extract commissions from them. The world is very chaotic, there are many people who take care of it, and merchants are willing to do business in groups.

Pucao gave the guy a piece of silver, and the guy was very happy, and took the initiative to take Pucao to find the person who was looking for the tooth shop, saying that he would help Pucao cut the price.

I asked Yalang of Yaxing that the caravan that recently went to Luoling would not leave until the day after tomorrow, Pucao paid a deposit, and under the leadership of Yalang, he connected with the person in charge of the caravan, and took out the sign of Anlan College, saying that he was going to Luoling to study. The caravan leader is a shrewd man in his forties, who usually collects some money and travels alone, and the Chinese style is the most popular in several countries, and it is normal for young people to go on study tours.

A shrewd man is kind-hearted, and he persuaded Pucao that the world was in chaos at this time, and he wanted to cross the gorge through the state, so it was best to stay in Jingguo. Pucao insisted on going, so the shrewd man didn't persuade more, agreed on the rules of the team, set up a note, Pucao added money to order a separate carriage, and the person in charge of the caravan also approved, but told Pucao that if the caravan had too many goods, Pucao's carriage might have to help put some goods, and Pucao naturally had no words.

All went well, just wait for the early morning departure.