The rope tied to the hands of the grass is not used by ordinary farmers to tie firewood and tie he, it is the standard official rope of the city captains who bind the thieves every day, made by a special weaving craftsman, and the above good hemp fibers are kneaded, mixed with some hair, cow tendons and other things, the tenacity and elasticity are very good, the quality is high, and only some hairs are grinded out on the outside of the rope for a while, and it is still very early to wear off.

Several black-clothed people asked the long-faced man about the situation of Jiuwang Mountain over and over again, and saw that the long-faced man could basically say it, so he lost his patience, and a man in black stepped forward with a knife and kicked at the crook of the long-faced man's feet.

Xu is lack of accuracy in wielding a knife at night, and the long-faced man exclaimed bitterly, "Grandpa, I fought with you!" "One head in the arms of the knife-wielding man in black, pushing the knife-wielding man back several steps.

"Rubbish!" A man in black scolded at the man in black wielding a knife.

The knife-wielding man lost face, so he simply stopped making up for the fatal knife, and kicked the long-faced man to the ground, and slashed it directly on the long-faced man's arm and thigh, wanting to sprinkle his anger on the long-faced man.

The long-faced man was rolling on the ground in pain, and the howl echoed in the mass grave in the middle of the night, which was extremely terrifying. A moment later, the long-faced man was lying on the ground with blurred flesh and blood, life and death unknown.

It's over, Pu Cao thought to herself, it's my turn, I don't want to die and suffer this sin. At the moment, he didn't care about alarming the man in black, and he grinded the rope in his hand against the opening on the stone tablet.

The rope was already hot, and the skin on Pucao's wrist was strangled by the rope and was dripping with blood, and it hurt hotly.

Seeing that the long-faced man did not move, the two men in black turned around with knives and walked towards Pucao.

Pu Cao's mind was blank, and her only thought was to escape.

Luck doesn't seem to favor Pu Cao very much, Pu Cao's hands are too strong, and the rope is stuck in the gap of the stone tablet, and he can't pull it out.

The instinct to survive and the power of fear drove Pucao, forcing Pucao to squeeze all the strength of his body, and the green tendons bulging all over his body, and he didn't know where the strength came from, pulling up the stone monument from the low grave, and running away in panic like a frightened wild deer.

I didn't run a few steps, but I heard a loud sound of earth collapsing, and the fine dust rose into the sky and burst open, like a naughty boy throwing a non-glowing firework into the sky.

Fortunately, this is a place of mass burial, and it is late at night, otherwise such a movement would have alarmed the city.

Pu Cao didn't dare to look back, so he ran wildly towards the bushes not far away by the moonlight, and the man in black chased after him.

As long as you enter the bushes, it is not that there is no chance to get rid of this group of people in black.

A few steps away from the bushes, a figure quickly overtook Pucao and stopped Pucao. Pu Cao thought it was a man in black, threw up his hands, and smashed the stone tablet on the rope into the face of the roadblocker. The roadblocker flashed as if teleporting, and Pucao turned to bypass the roadblocker and fled.

The two black-clothed men thought they were Pucao's helpers, and slashed with their knives, and the people who blocked the way fell to the ground in twos and threes.

"Stop!" An old voice came.

Pu Cao thinks I'm not a fool, I'm running for my life, stop it.

When the man in black saw Pu Cao running, of course he followed behind.

Seeing that no one listened to his orders, the roadblocker interlaced his palms and fingers, and the inch-long true qi burst out from his fingers and shot towards everyone.

Pucao's calf was numb, and he fell to the ground, and the strength of his whole body was emptied. The men in black were no exception, all lying on the ground.

"Who are you who dare to obstruct the city captain of Shazhicheng from handling the case." A man in black seemed to be the leader of the group, and asked in a fierce voice.

"In the middle of the night, the city captain of Shazhicheng went to the mass grave outside the city to handle some case, and besides, when did the city captain be reduced to wearing unsightly clothes to handle the case." The person who spoke officially appeared suddenly to block the way, and at this time Pu Cao had the heart to look at this person, he couldn't tell how old he was, he was wearing an old brown robe, his bare hands, neck and face were all white and white, the bridge of his nose was very high, and his eyes were deep-set, looking a little frightened.

The man in black who was questioning ripped open the collar of the black coat he was wearing, took out a wooden sign from his arms, and threw it to the miserable white face.

"Captain Sha Zhiwei, Li Funian." Reading the words on the wooden plaque with a miserable white face, "What can the city lieutenant do, why do you want to destroy my Qingxiu Cave Mansion when you handle your case." The old man finally chose a pure place, and it was destroyed by you, if you don't give me an explanation today, you," said with a miserable white face, word by word, "all of them will die." ”

"Seniors, seniors, these city captains are not good people, they want to kill people, seniors help me." Although Pu Cao thinks that this miserable white face is not a good person, there is no other way at the moment, whether he can survive depends on whether the miserable white face will be kind.

"The old man can only kill people, not save people. Hmph, it's you kid who destroyed my cave mechanism, and the old man will let you be tortured to death. With a miserable white face, he looked at the stone tablet with the rope on Pu Cao's wrist, and snorted coldly.

"Senior, I'm going to the Great Snow Mountain to worship the Snow God Sect for healing, but after passing through Shazhi City, I was framed by them for some reason, senior, I don't even know what your cave government organ is, how can you destroy it." Pucao hurriedly argued.

Grandma's, it looks like a master, who knew that you set up the cave government mechanism to use this broken stone tablet, if it weren't for a gap in the stone tablet, the ghost would have nothing to provoke it. Pu Cao stared at the stone tablet with a miserable white face, and had a rough guess in his heart.

"You're going to the Great Snow Mountain?" The miserable white face listened to Pu Cao talk about the Snow God Sect, and suddenly became interested.

"Don't dare to deceive my predecessors, I have had a strange illness since I was a child, and one year there was a master in the town, saying that I was a seedling who practiced martial arts, but I had a problem with my meridians, and I couldn't practice the true qi no matter how I practiced, and I had to learn the exercises of the Snow God Sect. That master asked me to worship in the Snow God Cult of the Great Snow Mountain when I was fourteen years old, and I am exactly fourteen this year. Pu Cao opened his mouth and said nonsense, mixing it for a while.

Of course, the miserable white face would not believe it, and pressed his palm on the back of Pu Cao's heart, investigating the situation in Pu Cao's body.

"It's indeed a little weird, your meridians are very wide, and my true qi runs very fast in your body, but there is a trace of true qi in your body, which is covered by a layer of cold qi and can't move." How did the miserable white face know the secret of the body of Jiuyang, and he couldn't figure it out. "What does that wandering master look like?"

I made it up, I don't know what it looks like. Of course, Pu Cao didn't dare to tell the truth, so he immediately told the pale face about the appearance of the worldly master mentioned by the porter Lao Li when he was usually talking nonsense with him. "The crane has a childish face, white clothes like snow, a three-foot long sword hanging from his waist, and his bearing is extraordinary, giving people the feeling that his cultivation is unfathomable. At that time, I was still young, and I was in a hurry, and I had a rough impression of this. ”

The miserable white face didn't know what to remember, and hurriedly asked, "What are the characteristics of this person?" ”

Characteristics, characteristics, Pu Cao didn't know how many thoughts he had turned, and he didn't know how to think of the medicinal fragrance in the disease-free building, and said casually: "If you want to talk about obvious characteristics, there seems to be a wonderful fragrance on that master's body." ”

"There is no doubt that Ding Lao Thief, Ding Lao Thief has taken the Ice God Flower Dew, his body does not hide dirt, and he loves stinky beauty, he obviously cultivates the Ice Waterfall Sutra, he likes to walk with a sword, and he must be him with incense like a girl." The miserable white face was hideous, gritting his teeth, and judging from his expression, he had a deep hatred with the old thief Ding that he said in his mouth.

It's too fake, the conscience of heaven and earth, I'm really blinded, this can be right? Pucao snickered.

The miserable white face casually pointed at the group of black-clothed people, and the black-clothed people immediately died of anger after the middle finger, and Pucao was terrified.

Another finger pointed at Pucao's lower abdomen, and Pucao suddenly felt pain like a knife, rolling on the ground again and again.

It took a while for the miserable white face to connect the dots on Pu Cao's body, and Pu Cao's pain slowly stopped, only to hear the miserable white face say: "Little doll, the old man let you live today, and you go to Daxue Mountain to apprentice." But you have already fallen into the old man's unique secret method - the finger of the gods, every full moon night will experience today's pain, if you promise the old man one thing, done, the old man will help you to relieve. If you can't do it, hmph, in a year, you will die of rotten intestines. ”

"It can be done, it can be done, if the kid wants to live, he must go to the soup to do it." Pucao didn't have a choice.

With a miserable white face, he took out a pill the size of a jelly bean, put it in a small bottle and corked it, and told Pu Cao: "This is a broken god pill, you find an opportunity, put it into the food or tea of Ding Lao Thief, the pill is extremely poisonous, colorless and tasteless, and it melts when it meets water." You need to keep it properly, and don't get sweat and water, which will ruin the old man's big business. Hmph, old thief Ding, the old man will let you be tortured to death, otherwise I won't be able to bear the pain of the old man all these years. ”

Pu Cao couldn't ease the pain for a while, took the vial tremblingly, and carefully stuffed it into his arms. "Senior, how did the old thief offend his senior."

The miserable white face roughly said the reason, in the early years, the miserable white face fought with the old thief Ding in his mouth, and was injured by the Ice Waterfall Sutra, and the miserable white face once had an adventure, and after being injured, he was not frozen by the Ice Falls, but found an opportunity to escape, relying on the deep true qi to protect the heart vein, turn to cultivate evil skills, and absorb the death qi to continue his life. After all, the dead air clashes with the living, and the miserable white face has to bear the pain of the dead qi devouring the body, and has become the appearance of no human being or a ghost.

"Senior, that old thief Ding gave a knife as a token, without a token, I can't go to the Great Snow Mountain and enter the Snow God Sect." Pu Caocai didn't care what grudge he had with the Snow God Sect, without the Twisted Chief and the Cold Thorn Pill, he wouldn't be able to go to the Great Snow Mountain at all, so he would use the Miserable White Face to retrieve the Twisted Chief and his bags first.

With a disgusted face, he said that it was really troublesome, untied the restrictions of Pucao, and prepared to take Pucao into the city. After thinking about it, he shook his wrist again, and shook the bodies of the long-faced man and the city lieutenant into the collapsed pit,

With a miserable white face and carrying the collar of Pucao like a chicken, the rabbit rose and fell, and the speed was extremely fast, especially when he jumped and took off over the city wall, he was so frightened that Pucao's eyes did not dare to open.

Approaching the city lord's mansion, Pu Cao saw that the fire in the mansion was everywhere, the smoke was billowing out, and the two groups of people struck each other with swords, one side was wearing the clothes of the city captain, and the other side was dressed differently, and the two sides were very happy.

Pu Cao was worried that the cold thorn pill in his bag would be burned, so he broke free from the miserable white face's hand, picked up a knife on the ground, and found a lieutenant who was leaning against the wall to bandage his wounds.

Pu Cao put the knife on the lieutenant's neck and asked, "Where are my knives and bags?" ”

The lieutenant hurriedly replied: "I don't know, after I arrested you in the morning, your belongings were all in the witness room." ”

"Who is it that fights you?"

"I don't know, I went home after the shift, and I just heard the bell in the yali, so I hurried over. I heard that it was the bandits of Jiuwang Mountain who robbed the prison and was discovered by the brothers in Weili. ”

Pu Cao no longer talked to him, asked for the location of the witness room, and knocked him unconscious with a knife on the back.

The city lord's mansion was in a mess, there were fires everywhere, and the lieutenant and the people who were alarmed nearby were running back and forth to carry water to extinguish the fire, even if Pucao was a living person, no one cared at this time.

Pu Cao pried open the lock of the certificate room, found his bag and firewood knife on a row of shelves, opened the bag and saw that everything was there, Pu Cao tied up his bag indiscriminately, and looked around for the hanged chief.