Henan Road to the southwest, you can enter the boundary of Qiankun Gate.

Five days later, Bu Qingyun took the remaining five Qiankunmen into a small county town. In five days, they went from being cautious at the beginning, and later, they gradually adjusted their mentality and began to relax.

The small county town is not big, but because the boundary with Qiankun Gate is relatively close, and the trade is exchanged, the whole county town is not dilapidated.

A group of six people found an inn and stayed in the hotel.

"Senior brother, after this county tomorrow, we will reach the boundary of Qiankun Gate. "I thought that at this time, I had the joy of going home in my heart, but I was also very worried in my heart.

Bu Qingyun nodded without squeaking, he felt that they were being followed, which was a very mysterious feeling, as if they were being targeted by a beast. This made him not sleep very well for a few days, and everyone thought that he was only depressed because of the loss of his comrades, and only a few words of comfort.

Seeing that Bu Qingyun's mood was still low, everyone stopped talking, but just lowered their heads and ate the food prepared by the store.

And only Bu Qingyun, eating food, occasionally took out the Qiankun compass and stirred it for a while.

But the compass didn't seem to be flexible, sometimes to the northeast, sometimes to the north.

Think what you think in your heart, chase what you want to chase in your heart, this is the secret of the Qiankun Compass. Bu Qingyun thought that he was upset, and put the compass away again. Come to think of it, that Zhou Zhe's lover should have returned to Zhou Zhe's side. Even a mad woman should have traces to follow.

The night was approaching, and none of the six of them had the heart to go out and have fun. One is a lesson from the cold past, and the other is that they are returning the crime this time. Therefore, as soon as it was dark, the group hurriedly turned off the lights and went to bed, and of course, there was also a vigil.

The inn is not all covered by them, if it is cold, they may do it, but the step is much more low-key than the cold. In the middle of the night, a noise came from outside the window.

The disciples who were keeping vigil were suddenly alert, there was no electric light, but they just looked at the group of people outside the courtyard of the inn through the crack in the window. The horses dragged the carts, very honest, like burlap sacks of grain. It is not surprising that people often sell grain from Henan Province to Qiankunmen. Look at the people again, they are all strong men, who work hard to do things.

The first merchant was dressed as a merchant, and the second was wrapped in sackcloth, thinking that he was a guardian cultivator.

There are a lot of carts, lined up in several rows, the horses pulling the carts will unload and feed the forage to rest, there are no abnormal people, no abnormal things, and no abnormal spiritual power fluctuations, everything is so normal.

The disciples who were keeping vigil observed for a while and then returned to their positions to meditate.

However, not long after I first settled in, the noise in the yard came again, and it seemed that because there was not enough forage to feed, and it seemed that the price was still high.

The night vigil disciple pursed his lips contemptuously, a bunch of poor ghosts, who have no money and want to have as many services.

But the noise never stopped.

The night vigil disciple was a little helpless, pushed the door open, and wanted to go out and scold a few words. He was dressed in a monk's uniform, and his momentum was extraordinary, and generally no one dared to quarrel as long as he scolded a few words. If you don't listen to the scolding, you can make the other party soften with a slight stretch of your hands and feet.

The door was pushed open, and there was no one in the dimly lit eaves, even the flames of the small oil lamps that hung were burning quietly.

"What are you arguing about? Walking to the front and back of the courtyard, the night vigil disciple said this fiercely.

The scene immediately quieted down, the shopkeeper laughed with him, and the merchant also laughed, only the loose cultivator with the weapon looked at it twice and lowered his head very interestingly. Even if there was a lot of unhappiness in his heart, he also understood that if he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, it could only be a disciple of the sect who kept vigil. Such a person cannot be provoked by his casual cultivation.

The scene was calmed, and the vigil went up calmly again.

But as soon as I walked to the eaves of the porch when I went out, my footsteps froze. A line of blood flowed from his neck, and behind him, a black dress with a veil, who was it besides Xin Chai?

It was only at this moment that the small oil lamp under the eaves of the porch flickered frantically a few times, but after a moment it fell silent again.

During the vigil, he would never have thought that his dignified sixth-order powerhouse, who would never stop living, would die like this, quiet as a lamp that had burned out of oil.

Xin Chai had been holding his waist in one hand, and the dagger in the other hand had been replaced with a prepared cotton cloth that covered his neck. Then he crept with him into the room where the vigil was keep.

That night, no more quarrels were heard.

The next morning, the remaining five people from Qiankun Gate naturally got up early to hurry.

"Little Seventeen?" It seemed that someone had noticed that no one had called them to get up early after sleeping all night, so a disciple who got up early shouted in the eaves of the corridor with some confusion.

But in the house, no one cared for him.

In the morning, as soon as he woke up, people's alertness was far less than usual, and the disciple who shouted Little Seventeen shook his head, maybe he slept through the vigil?

With suspicion and disbelief, he shouted again

"Little Seventeen?" pushed open the door and wanted to come in and have a look.

When he approached, sure enough, leaning against the window, Xiao Seventeen's figure was facing out of the window, breathing evenly, and it seemed that he had really fallen asleep.

With a reproachful tone, he walked over as he spoke, and was about to push the disciple named Little Seventeen.

"It's morning, it's time to go. ”

But before his hand touched his shoulder, Xiao Seventeen in front of him passed through him with a powerful aura fluctuation.

"Ahem!ahem!" The man's eyes widened for a while, he never saw the face of Xiao Seventeen in front of him, but he knew who was coming, but unfortunately it was too late.

A gust of wind blew, and the person fell down with a bang, and Xin Chai, who was nowhere to be found.

In the room, the disciple who had just woken up still had blood on his neck, while the other one had his coat removed and lay under the bed, wrapped in a quilt to prevent blood from seeping out, and even sprinkled tea leaves in case the five senses were keenly smelling the smell of blood.

If a killer is still a woman, then, her carefulness will shine.

When the four men arrived again, the corpses and the smell of blood in the room could no longer be hidden.

"Out,,,,Something big!" Early in the morning, seeing that the senior brother who had just gone out died silently, the tongue of the reporter who spoke for a while trembled a little. They are the children of the top sects, and they are not shocked by the basic disciplines. However, this does not mean that they do not have a fear of death, especially such a silent assassination.

"Panic" As soon as Zhang said in a panic, Bu Qingyun saw the fallen disciple in the room, and he was immediately dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

After the group hurriedly investigated, and found Xiao Seventeen's body under the bed, anger, sadness, and fear spread in their hearts.

"Will she come again?" Finally, a female disciple couldn't stand the depression at the moment, and asked with some trembling.

The eight sons of Qiankun Gate will always be four men and four women. Today, there are only two women and one man left of the eight. Even if they have been excluded from the experience, even if they have wandered between life and death several times. But this time it is different, it is not a clear battle head-on, but like catching a ghost in a dream, if you can't catch it, maybe the next moment, silently, you will be taken away.

Bu Qingyun's face was very ugly, he could feel their fear, but as the leader, he still had to be strong

"I won't let her succeed again, despicable tricks won't play any tricks. ”

If Zhou Zhe is here, he must be shameless enough to scold him, and assassinating me is not a despicable trick?

Once again, the four people of Qiankun Gate started their journey back to their hometown with the ashes.

This time, it seems that they don't dare to stay in the store anymore, and they don't dare to buy street food at will, because they also know that Xin Chai is really here. So if you can reduce the contact with people, you will have less contact, and who knows what means the crazy woman has to wait for them.

Bu Qingyun didn't panic on his face, but he took out the Qiankun compass more times every day, and the direction was very certain, just east of them, but he wasn't sure where it was.

"After this mountain, we will be home. After walking for a few days, Bu Qingyun finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, this mountain is like a threshold, and what is safer than home?

Other people also seemed to be infected by this feeling, and it was rare to breathe a sigh of relief.

The mountain road can no longer be walked, unless it is a detour and a trade road. But for the sake of insurance, they still took the road of few people, famous knives and guns, they are not afraid, but if it is a sneak attack and assassination, it is like a nightmare.

"It's getting dark, go to the west and get some firewood, don't separate. I'll stay here. Bu Qingyun looked at the Qiankun compass and saw that the pointer was still in the east, so he commanded a few people to get some game and firewood for camping.

It was sunset again, Bu Qingyun stood alone on the hill, looking into the distance, remembering the county town that day was full of red light, and then turned back. Looking at the East, whether she will come again.

And the one he was referring to her, at this moment, was holding Lin Xiaomao and jumping in the forest. Then stopped

"Xiao Mao, listen to my sister's words, just wait here. The elder sister went to avenge her brothers. With that, the red light flashed and disappeared into the forest. And Lin Xiaomao waited expectantly.