Sun Yang walked out after Song He again, the sunset had already set very low, and the dazzling sunlight was facing the direction they were going, making him involuntarily squint his eyes.

They were now going back to Song He's house to eat, and then they would never come out again, and Sun Yang knew that if someone was going to do something, this was their only chance. So his eyes widened and he waited for the men to appear.

But until they reached the bottom of the slope, the expected person did not appear.

What does that mean?

Sun Yang couldn't help but look at Song He, but his movements and walking speed didn't even change in the slightest.

When they turned the last street corner, Sun Yang finally saw a group of people blocking the door of Song He's house.

"Elder Song." A middle-aged man came over to greet Song He, while the other young people looked at Sun Yang with hostility.

Who will it be?

"This morning, the speaker has confirmed the identity of Sun Yang Keqing." Song He said.

"We already know that." The middle-aged man said. "But we didn't break the laws of Qingqiu, those young people just want justice."

Song He looked at Sun Yang and said, "Alone." ”

On the opposite side was a young man in his twenties, with a cruel and tyrannical look on his face.

Is this the person?

Sun Yang was a little unsure, and in full view of everyone, he couldn't figure out how this person could gain his trust and persuade him to escape.

But just as he was on guard, the young man had already kicked him sideways.

Sun Yang hurriedly blocked it with his hand, as if he had been whipped hard with a wooden stick, and his entire arm seemed to be numb.

It won't be him!

He suddenly came to his senses.

The man's body swayed slightly, and a whip leg suddenly and secretly kicked at Sun Yang's calf, and he was caught off guard, so he could only take it hard.

The pain was so severe that the bones looked like they were broken.

But he didn't get a chance to check it out, because the knee had quickly followed, straight at his face.

Sun Yang blocked in front of him with both hands, and took the initiative to bump into the opponent before he could fully exert his strength, but the opponent grabbed him and attacked his left rib continuously with his right knee.

The young man was clearly using a mix of Muay Thai and Chinese martial arts, and every move was extremely strong, and he was definitely not a general person to be selected from a group of people.

Sun Yang cursed in his heart, grabbed his body with both hands, and wanted to throw him out, but unexpectedly, he suddenly used this power to stealthily and quickly swing his right elbow and slam it on Sun Yang's face, making him stagger back a few steps.

"Do you want to escape?" Several people pushed him back together, and the opponent was another heavy punch, Sun Yang tried his best to resist, but he was not an opponent at all without using the Dao method, and soon the bridge of his nose was hit in various ways, and blood gushed out at once.

"That's enough." Song He finally said.

His voice was not loud, but it was like a forbidden spell, the young man's whip leg had been swung violently, ready to give Sun Yang a hard blow, but after Song He spoke, he could only forcibly restrain it, wiping Sun Yang's face and waving it.

"It's not over yet." A familiar voice said. Only then did Sun Yang remember that it was this person who said the same thing last night. "You're just waiting to be beaten every day!"

They saluted Song He and turned their heads to leave.

Sun Yang blocked his bleeding nose with his hand, and Song He ignored him and continued to walk home.

"What a rule-breaker this is!" Sun Yang couldn't help but say.

"This is one of Qingqiu's laws, you should be happy, at least they don't have a chance to use Gu magic." Song He replied without replying.

Sun Yang fumbled around his body, hoping to find something to stop the bleeding temporarily, when his hand suddenly stopped when he reached into his trouser pocket.

A small ball of paper was stuffed in at some point, and he quietly took it out, and wrote it in crooked letters: Ten o'clock in the evening, the window at the end of the corridor.

What is this? This bullshit trick can also come in handy?

If this was really the method of the Spirit Sect, then he was really speechless.

Sun Yang shook his head disdainfully, folded the paper into a ball, and stuffed it into his nostrils.

It was still the two girls who spoke different languages yesterday who came to treat his wounds, and the ointment they used was unknown what kind of ointment, and it was hot on the body, but it was very effective.

The atmosphere was as cold as ever, and after a while, the two girls delivered the food to his room, and at this moment, it was impossible for Sun Yang to find a chance to communicate with Song He.

It was very unappetizing, but Sun Yang had no choice, he hurriedly ate what was sent, checked all the charms he had at hand, and then sat down cross-legged on the bed.

At this point, no matter which side the opponent is, he can only see the sub-fight and adapt to the situation.

The time soon came to nine o'clock, Sun Yang couldn't help but get out of bed and walked to the window, the street below was quiet, there was nothing.

He had no choice but to sit back on the bed and continue to meditate.

There was a sudden commotion downstairs, and Sun Yang opened his eyes and found that it was exactly 9:55 at this time.

Is it coming?

I only heard the cries of a few women, and it seemed that someone was shouting, followed by Song He's voice. Sun Yang tried to distinguish it, but he couldn't hear what he was doing. I can only guess that someone probably came to Song He to deal with some problems.

The voices of those women crying were so loud that they could be heard clearly even when the door was closed, and Sun Yang watched the time get closer to ten o'clock little by little, and his spirit involuntarily became nervous. He stealthily walked out of the room towards the window at the end of the hallway.

People's attention seemed to be attracted to the door, Sun Yang felt a strong oscillation of ghost qi over there, it seemed that someone had used the ghost spirit, but there was no real fight. He pushed the window open slightly, and saw a man looking up in the darkness below.

If this is a trap, it is too clumsy.

Sun Yang had no way to tell whether the other party was from the Spirit Sect or from the Xuanming Sect, but he still gently climbed out of the window and fell gently.

"Is that you?" After the distance was closer, he finally saw the other party's appearance clearly, and he couldn't help but be taken aback.

It turned out to be a middle-aged man who came to him with a group of young people to trouble him before.

"It's too late to elaborate." The other man pulled him behind a house, looked around carefully, and said to him. "You have to trust me! I am an undercover agent sent by the Special Cases Administration Bureau in Qingqiu, and I am subordinate to the Special Operations Division of the Central and Southern Branch of the Special Cases Administration, codenamed Lao Wu! I'm ordered to get you out! Follow me! ”

His expression and tone didn't look like a fake, if it wasn't for Song Zhidi once telling him, Sun Yang might really believe it.

What now?

Do you show some normal hesitation, or do you follow them along the same path?

Sun Yang looked at his nervous and anxious expression, slightly hesitant.