Bello has been watching the battle between the fallen youth and the claw boss on the sidelines. This fallen young man is so weird that he can turn the position of the opponent's sword into something like a dry corpse, and Belo can't figure out how to do it. If he fights with the youth, Bello feels that he will most likely become a mummy.

The sharp-beaked monkey-gilled youth and Abdullah's lower abdomen were swept by the fallen youth's long sword at the same time, and the two of them cautiously avoided the blade, only to be swept into some skin. However, the consequences were absolutely serious, after the sword, the faces of the two turned yellow and dried out at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only skin and bones, and becoming mummy-like, only the shape of the bones and the dry skin were seen. The two staggered, staring at the fallen young man with wide eyes, unable to even speak, and after a few seconds, they fell to the ground and could not live.

Only then did the man know how much trouble he had caused. The money was not received, and the boss was killed. Looking at the young man who had fallen off the horse, as if he had seen the devil, his courage was shattered. Scream, turn around and run.

The young man who had fallen off the horse didn't care about the man who ran away, he stood up straight, glanced at it, strode to the side of the road, led the horse of the man with the shoulder, turned over, beckoned the young woman behind him, and said, "Solan! we have to speed up! Strive to arrive at night!"

What a weird guy, Belo looked at the backs of the two people, and suddenly felt that this world was too dangerous, and it could turn people directly into mummies? Is it magic? Do you need to pile up magic resistance? How can this become a magic world?

After the two of them walked around, they heard the sound of weapons colliding in front of the team, mixed with screams and cries, and at the beginning they could still hear not far from this side, and slowly the sound became smaller and smaller, and gradually they could not be heard.

A few people present, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do, and finally everyone's eyes are on the coachman.

"Don't look at me! I don't know anything!" the coachman wept sadly, and he had just come out with a silver coin. This is half a month's salary for him, and he is very distressed.

"Is it still an elbow to cut the door?" The young man's face was swollen and high, and the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Just! I don't know! I've never seen anything like this before!" the coachman spoke very distinctively, and the word "just" was one after another. "Just! or you go to the car first, we'll wait!"

You can't go to the car, you can still know what happened outside the car, and you don't know anything when you get to the car, and none of the people present want to go back to the car.

"The bosses of the people are dying here, will they trouble us!" said the glasses girl that everyone was worried about. This kind of bandit gang is prone to this kind of thing, and may maintain restraint until there are no casualties. Once there are casualties, there is no way to maintain human form, and directly turn into a beast.

As things stand, it is likely that this will happen.

"Why don't we turn the car around and go straight back!" whispered the woman in the young couple, "We're at the end of the line, and no one is stopping us anyway." ”

The carriage was the last of the convoy, and in front of their wagon was a tall wagon of tall material, which obscured the view from the front, and what was going on in the car was not usually seen in front of them.

Ignoring the arguments of the men, Bello left the main road, ran to the hillside, and walked on, finding a position not far from the road, and crouching behind the bushes. His position is relatively hidden, and from the road, it is almost impossible to see him behind the bushes.

The others woke up to the fact that when was this still arguing here, not afraid of death? Even the coachman didn't dare to stay on the road, the carriage is important, but the life is even more important. It's better to put your life first.

As soon as a few people were hiding on the hillside, they heard the sound of hurried horses' hooves and remembered again, and a group of riders appeared in people's sight. This group of riders was very familiar with Bello, the dress of the temple, delicate, luxurious, still white robes. These people's horses are also much taller than ordinary horses. A group of men, five, with great swords on their backs, crouched on their horses and hurried on their way.

Seeing the carriage on the road, the group slowed down and seemed to think it was strange for an empty car to be parked on the road. The speed of the five people slowed down, and a few people wanted to go to the carriage to have a look. The leader didn't know what to say, but several people raised their whips again, accelerated, and drove their horses quickly forward, ignoring the unoccupied carriage.

The people of the temple ran to the front of the convoy, and soon there was a cacophony of noises, mixed with exclamations, and the sound of horses' hooves. It seems that someone hurriedly got on the horse and wanted to run. Think about it, it's good that the robbers who robbed and ran into the team of the temple didn't get caught directly, so why don't you run away!

"That's it, today, there's a lot of people on the road!" The coachman's characteristic accent sounded next to Bello, and the guy and Bello were two meters apart, basically in a position where they could hear each other in whispers.

"The knights of the temple must have scared away a lot of robbers, right?" Belo asked, "The sound of horses' hooves scattered over there just now must be the sound of robbers running away, right?"

Hearing Bello say this, the coachman's face showed joy, and the robbers ran away, so his car did not have to be thrown away. If the car is left here, even if he goes back to Belparo, there will be no good fruit to eat. The car dealer will definitely make him pay and may also fire him. This made the old man who had been driving in the carriage all his life feel extremely frightened, if he didn't catch the car, he wouldn't have anything to eat, and he wouldn't have anything else but to catch the car.

"Let's go back in a hurry, hide and wait!" Belo whispered in a low voice. "It's really not good, we're running back when the convoy is about to leave, anyway, the convoy is slow, let's wait for the convoy to leave in the past!"

"That's it!That's it!

At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again on the road, and Belo saw a group of people dressed in various colors on horseback, galloping all the way here.

The group slowed down when they got to the back of the carriage, but no one paid attention to the carriage, and they all slowly walked around the carriage and then increased their speed again.

I don't know what's going on in front of the convoy, and nothing seems to have happened.

A carload of people waited on both sides of the road, from just after noon to the waning sun, during which several groups of riders passed. The coachman screamed strangely next to Bello, it stands to reason that it is difficult to see a few people on the road all day long, why are they running in groups on the road today?

"Just! could it be that something had happened to Sakhnath?" the coachman guessed with a puzzled expression. I have to say that the population of the perennial coachman is still quite good, the coachman is unexpectedly talkative, and Bello and the coachman squatted on the side of the road and looked down, while chatting about something.

When the sun turned west, the carriage ahead began to move. A guard-like rider, riding on horseback, shouted all the way: "Ready to get on the road, ready to get on the road!" Until he came to the end and saw the empty car, he turned around the car strangely and shouted: "Ready to go on the road, people!"

"Looks like it's all right!" said Bello to the driver next to him, "Let's go!"

"That's it! it should be fine! Go over!" the coachman got up, parted the bushes, and hurried on the road, and the other people in the carriage also stood out from their hiding places and hurried to the carriage.

"What are you all running over there for?" the rider asked, watching a cart of people come out of the roadside.

"That's it, I've got a bad stomach, go and make it easier!" replied the coachman. The rider who passed the message didn't think much about it, and advised, "Hurry up and get on the bus and hurry, otherwise you won't be able to catch up with the place to rest at night!"

The coachman hurriedly agreed, opened the door and let everyone sit in, whipped up, set off, and embarked on the journey again.