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Fang Ze entered the Huangsha set.

It's a market, not too prosperous, with six or seven hundred households, dozens of shops, and not many customers.

At this time, it is not yet the day of the opening of the market, so it is such a situation, and when the market is opened, thousands of sand customers can gather here, trade with each other, and communicate news.

Fang Ze walked all the way into the Pingsha Inn.

It is a three-story wooden building, and it is also the tallest building in Huangshaji.

In the Pingsha Inn, there are more than a dozen tables, the tables and chairs are quite simple, some of the perennial use is shiny, half of the seats are full at this time, there are twenty or thirty people, eating and drinking in the inn.

As soon as Fang Ze entered the door, he was stared at by several eyes.

"Young, the sand robe is so clean, it doesn't look like a person who often walks in the desert." Some people don't care about scruples and just shout out.

Fang Ze didn't care, he walked straight to the innkeeper.

There is a fat shopkeeper there, born with a short body of five, who obviously lives in the desert, but he is white and fat, and it seems that he rarely goes out to blow the wind and sand.

This fat account room still has two mustaches, and a pair of shrewd little eyes are staring at Fang Ze, looking up and down.

"Stay in the hotel." Fang Ze took out a silver ingot and slapped it on the table.

This shot suddenly aroused the attention of more people.

Several of them appear greedy and cruel.

"Stay in the hotel." Fang Ze said.

The fat shopkeeper just wanted to speak, but suddenly his eyes froze.

He saw a red plum clasp that had been taken out with the silver, and placed it next to it.

The silver blocked the view, and except for the fat shopkeeper, no one else could see the existence of this thing.

The fat shopkeeper quickly retracted his expression and shouted, "One in the upper room!" Little Er, where did you die? ”

With the voice, a twenty-four-five-year-old boy came out with a plate of mutton, and said as he ran: "Shopkeeper, I'm not lazy, my leg is about to break, it's really right for our salary." ”

"Okay, okay, hurry up and serve the food, and then send this guest officer upstairs to the room." The fat shopkeeper said.

Xiao Er sent the mutton, wiped his hands with the towel on his shoulder, and immediately came to Fang Ze with a smiling face, and said, "This master, please." ”

Fang Ze nodded and followed Xiao Er upstairs.

went upstairs, entered Fang Fangze, asked for a roasted naan leg of lamb, and asked Xiao Er to send it up.

The food was delivered, the taste was quite authentic, Fang Ze asked for another hot water to wash, and concentrated on practicing the exercises.

At dusk, the sky quickly darkened, and the inn was quiet.

Fang Ze heard a not-so-light footstep come up from downstairs and walk to the door of his room.

A knock on the door sounded.

"The deadbolt is not hanging, come in." Fang Zedao.

The door opened, and Fat Palm walked in, then immediately closed the door.

He was different from just now, and with a cautious expression, he gestured to Fang Ze over the secret text.

After that, confirm that it is correct, and the fat shopkeeper relaxes a little.

Fang Ze nodded slightly.

His left hand was raised, and his fingers were floating.

If it is a master of the Heavenly and Human Realm, he will perceive a fluctuation of heaven and earth energy, filling the house, so that the martial artists of the Flesh Realm cannot spy on the conversations in the room even if they are supernatural.

"No one will hear this."

"What can I say directly."

Fang Zedao.

The fat shopkeeper hurriedly gave a salute.

"Zhang Yan, an outer disciple, has seen the Venerable."

Fang Ze nodded, he used the secret text for the special contact of the Holy Demon Gate, and was mistaken by this fat shopkeeper as a person from the Holy Demon Gate.

The identity mark he revealed was that of the Holy Demon Sect Venerable, which was probably equal to the status of being higher than the core disciple and weaker than the elder.

"Time is precious, long story short."

"The purpose of my coming here is to investigate the matter of Sha Siye."

"Tell me, what do you know?" Fang Ze asked.

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know a lot. ”

"I only know that two months ago, Sha Siye suddenly left the Pingsha Inn, disappeared, without any warning, and did not leave a letter."

"More than a month ago, two Venerable Beings came here to ask the same questions as you, and I answered them all, and those two Venerable Ones never came back since."

"What did you say?" Fang Ze asked.

Zhang Yan is also familiar with this set of rhetoric, and repeats it again.

In the Pingsha Inn, Sha Siye, that is, Wang Yu, is the person in charge, greeting guests on weekdays, regardless of mundane matters, Zhang Yan is responsible for daily trivial matters.

There is a cook, an apprentice cook, a young man, and a groom who manages camels and horses.

Zhang Yan is a disciple of the outer sect of the Holy Demon Sect, and the rest of them are not disciples, but at the shortest, they have been working in the Pingsha Inn for seven or eight years, and their identities are still clear, and there is nothing suspicious.

The day of Sha Siye's disappearance was the sixth day of the first lunar month.

It was windy that day, the sky was full of yellow sand, Xiao Er's hands were collecting towels and other things outside, and when he saw Sha Siye coming out, he said hello and was not taken care of, Sha Siye looked preoccupied, and walked directly in and out of the direction of the market, and did not enter the yellow sand in the sky.

That's the only anomaly.

Fang Ze didn't ask for any extra news.

He thought for a moment and said, "On weekdays, what habits does Fourth Master Sha have?" Or what is the pattern of action? ”

Zhang Yan thought for a while and said, "Usually, on the seventh day of the first lunar month, Sha Siye has to go out for half a day, sometimes during the day, sometimes in the afternoon. ”

"As for what to do, we don't dare to ask."

Fang Ze's heart moved, and he remembered the news.

"How long has he been like this?" Fang Ze asked.

"It's been a habit for the last three or five years." Zhang Yandao.

Fang Ze nodded.

He could be sure that Zhang Yan was not lying.

When people lie, there will always be various external manifestations, such as nervousness, anxiety, sweating, etc.

As early as the Flesh Body Realm realm, Fang Ze was very sensitive to these.

For example, in today's human realm, there are still life and death children, and they can more keenly perceive these subtleties.

This Zhang Yan didn't hide anything.

Fang Ze asked a few more questions, but didn't ask any valuable information.

He asked the fat shopkeeper to call Xiao Er and ask a few questions casually, that Xiao Er really didn't know anything about the rivers and lakes, and what he said was the same as what Fang Ze knew.

Seeing that there was no news in the inn, Fang Ze asked the two to retreat.

The progress was not much, but it was not Fang Ze's expectation, if it was so easy to find clues, the Holy Demon Gate would not have to spend a lot of money to find him.

After a short rest, Fang Ze went downstairs.

The dining place downstairs is now gathered more than a dozen sand customers, talking vulgar slang and gambling for money.

Fang Ze didn't participate either, and walked out.

He had just walked out of the Pingsha Inn, and a swarthy middle-aged man gambling in the room tried a look.

Suddenly, two thirty-year-old Shake threw away the lost cards in their hands, stood up, and followed out of the Pingsha Inn.

Fang Ze walked out of the inn and walked towards the snow-covered desert.

There is no moon tonight, and the moon is dark and cold, but it is quite suitable for killing people and setting fires.

Fang Ze walked for a while, and gradually became faster, and in the end, his speed was probably like the speed of about five changes in the flesh body of ordinary Jianghu people.

As soon as he accelerated, there was a person behind him who couldn't hide.

It was the thirty-year-old Xu Wu who had just come out of the Pingsha Inn.

Seeing that Fang Ze's speed was speeding up, this person also galloped with light skills, he was not weak in light skills, he had the realm of the seventh transformation of the physical body, and he could still chase after Fang Ze with spare time.

This person was so adorned with Fang Ze, and after walking for about ten miles, Fang Ze suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

The thirty-year-old man didn't hide it, and walked out directly, with his hands behind him.

Behind him, there was a scimitar common to the Shakers.

"Your Excellency, do you have any advice for following me all the way?" Fang Ze asked.

"Hehe, don't pretend to be stupid, I'm walking here with you, what do I want to do, don't you know?" Shakepi said with a smile, his face was numb and pitted, and this expression made people feel cold.

"You want to rob me?"

"Am I so like a fat sheep?" Fang Ze asked.

"Hehe, whether it's a fat sheep or not, I see people more accurately than you yourself." Shake sneered and said, "When you enter the Pingsha Inn, I noticed you." ”

"You look like a white-faced stupid boy from a rich family, and you look like a leader in doing things, and your martial arts strength is also like ...... If a person acts like a child of a rich family who has come out to experience four or five changes in his body, he speaks like him, he looks like he behaves, and he acts like him, then he is. ”

"I've seen a lot of people like you, you shouldn't leave Huangshaji, admit bad luck, fat sheep."

Fang Ze looked at this person.

"You talk a lot." Fang Zedao.

"Hmph, take out the money bag, I'll keep your whole body." The pock-faced Shaker said.

Fang Ze stood there, looking at this person, but he didn't move at all.

Feeling ignored, Shake felt a pang of anger in his heart, he let out a low roar, raised his scimitar and slashed at Fang Ze.

The sword light was like Bai Lian, and it crossed a rather smooth trajectory.

Then, it was broken.

Fang Ze lightly pointed and flicked it on Shake's scimitar, and the steel scimitar broke instantly.

A look of horror suddenly appeared on Shake's face.

He didn't even let out an exclamation, and the two fingers of Fang Ze's left hand were inserted into the person's chest and stabbed in the person's heart.

Fang Ze's fingers were like jade, and what he pierced seemed to be tender tofu, not the human body.

Shak's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief and unwillingness.

Fang Ze withdrew his fingers, and there were only two drops of blood on his fingertips.

He shook the blood off his fingertips.

"Delay me." Fang Ze said.

After saying that, he didn't care about the sand and continued to speed away into the snow-covered sea of sand.

Shake left two holes in his heart, and fell to the ground, motionless, as if he was out of breath.

After a while, suddenly, Shak's 'corpse' twitched.

After another moment, he struggled and sat up from the ground.

Shake gasped for breath, took out a bottle of elixir from his body and swallowed it, then took out the wound medicine and smeared it indiscriminately on the finger marks that pierced his heart.

His face was full of the expression of the rest of his life, and he was afraid and happy.

"Whew...... Fortunately, my heart is a little more biased than others, and at the same time, I have learned the Death Suppression Gong before, and the exercise just now automatically stimulates fake death. ”

"If you change someone, you'll die!"

Shaker is full of luck and a sense of luck.

He looked in the direction of Fang Ze's departure with a look of fear.