Chapter 2: The Shaman (3)
After thinking about it, the fast horse was already approaching, Fang Ling glanced at Lu Bei and the others, and everyone quickly relaxed, dissipating their momentum, looking like ordinary people.
The five fast horses are all authentic grassland horses, although the physique is not large, but the body is stout, rough and strong, and the vitality is extremely strong, this kind of horse breed that can survive in difficult and harsh conditions has always been a good military horse.
On the leading horse sat a shaman, no more than thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a deep appearance, a thick beard, and dark skin, but the eyes were bright and snowy, like a cheetah, which made people shudder.
He was dressed in a pitch-black mantle with a cloak, and on his horseback hung a bone staff made of white bone, the head of which was made of the skull of a beast, and two black gems inlaid in his eye sockets, which exuded a faint evil aura.
The remaining four shamans were all slightly younger, and their robes were all light gray, but there was a condescending arrogance between their eyebrows.
Just when everyone stopped, there was an eagle chirping in the sky, and then I saw a goshawk flying down from the sky, one of the round-faced shamans raised his arm, and the goshawk stopped on the holster in his hand, the size of a puppy, and his sharp golden eyes stared at the people in front of him, and the eagle's nose was like a sharp blade, which was really scary.
Although Song Ying'er and the others have seen a big scene, they have never seen such a big eagle, and the shaman wizard looked extremely calm, and made a series of strange sounds from his mouth, as if he was giving an order to the goshawk, and after a while, the goshawk spread its wings four or five zhang long, fluttered and flew away.
The shaman said to the round-faced shaman, "Gnu, have you tracked them down?"
Gnu said calmly: "Third Senior Uncle, although they didn't find a human figure, they would never have escaped the range of Eagle Eye, if I guessed correctly, they must have hidden in a sheltered place." ”
The shaman black witch nodded, and then his eyes fell on Chamuha and the others, and then glanced at Xialing and the others with his residual vision, and then said to Chamuhanunu: "Which direction are you coming from?"
Chamuha replied respectfully: "Dawu, we are a merchant from Yinha City. ”
The shaman continued to ask, "Have you ever seen a horse thief along the way?"
Chamuha hurriedly replied: "I haven't seen it." ”
After the shaman black witch finished asking, he rode away, after seeing Fang Ling and the others, Gnu's eyes rolled slightly, and whispered a few words in the black witch's ear, the shaman's eyes fell on Fang Ling, carefully studied his appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a wicked smile, and asked Fang Ling: "Are you from the south? What are you doing here?"
Fang Ling replied calmly: "Great Wu, the inferior people are businessmen who go to the city ahead to discuss business. ”
"Oh, in this direction, I should go to Songdan City, right?" said the shaman.
"Exactly. Fang Ling was also beating a small drum in his heart, not knowing why this shaman black witch suddenly asked so much.
Cha Muha suddenly thought of something, his face changed suddenly, he was anxious and helpless, and a cold sweat oozed from his forehead, looking at Fang Ling with pity.