Mo Xie left Manpukuji Temple.

The implication of the old monk's words was that he was in danger at the moment, and he was not surprised by this, but he didn't know that Yun Ting and Feng Wuyi were already on their way to find him.

There were quite a few people lined up at the gates, and the checks on entering the city seemed to be stricter than when he left.

Mo Xie's eyes darkened slightly, but fortunately, he had been prepared, removed the mask, dressed up in disguise, and didn't waste much effort when he was arranged.

However, the moment he entered the city, he felt several unusual sights.

Mo Xie, who had been mentally prepared, turned a blind eye to these sights, and it was not until he was completely out of these surveillances that he quickened his pace and entered the inn in the dark spot of Wanle Gate.

On the second floor of the inn, Mo Xie reached out to open the window, glanced at the vendors selling goods on the street outside, narrowed his eyes slightly, and reached out to close the window.

These people have a restrained evil spirit, and their body shape does not look like ordinary soldiers.

Mo Xie already had a number in his heart, and it seemed that it was not the official court that was looking for him, but the killer of Wanlemen.

"Noble and Infinite." The corners of Mo Xie's mouth were cold, and he muttered shallowly.

What kind of person can be called noble?

Although the guards at the city gate strengthened the inspection, there was no substantive investigation, which shows that although some people gave orders, for some reason, they did not issue an arrest warrant on the surface.

While Mo Xie was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter." He lowered his voice, unable to make out it was him.

The door was pushed open, and it was the innkeeper.

"Guest, here's the meal you wanted." The boss had a tray in his hand and a smile on his face.

The moment the door was closed, the smile on his face was instantly put away, and the tray was placed on the table.

"Your Excellency." He bowed his head and saluted respectfully.

He is the dark line at the Thousand Machines, and this inn is also the pile point at the Thousand Machines. It's just that Mo Xie's identity has not been revealed, so he doesn't know who Mo Xie is.

"Hmm." Mo Xie responded lightly.

"Lord Yunting has confirmed your whereabouts to us, and you are now on your way, and you should arrive in Hecheng soon......

"yes, I see." Mo Xie's expression remained unchanged.

"It's better not to go out during this time." The innkeeper remonstrated with some concern.

"Yun Ting is here, you tell him, I still have something to go to the Ming clan first." Mo Xie simply got up.

"But ......" The innkeeper wanted to say something, but the moment he met Mo Xie's eyes, the words were blocked in his throat.

Mo Xie's glance gave him goosebumps.

The city is actually not safe now, not to mention the secret matter about the Wu clan that he learned from the old monk, he needs to confirm it with Concubine Ming.

......

On the other side, Feng Wuyi and Yun Ting are about to arrive in Hecheng.

He was racking his brains to figure out how to break through the clouds and go to the Ming clan to find a way.

A carriage approached, and when he staggered into it, he heard a familiar cough.

Feng Wuyi instantly heard who the owner of the voice was, and everyone else was numb, is there anything more coincidental in this world?

His face crumbled, and he suppressed his ecstasy. In order not to attract Yun Ting's attention, he walked for a while before he suddenly spoke.

"Oops, it occurred to me that something I had left behind, and I had to go back and get it again. Yunting, you go to Hecheng first,"

"What?" Yun Ting almost wrote the word "speechless" on his face.

"Is there anything you can't buy in Hecheng?" He couldn't understand it.