The bearded man had a long mouth, mechanically lowered his head, looked at the big hole in his chest, and then fell straight to the ground, without even shouting a scream, his soul had already flown for nine days.

When the horse thieves saw that the leader was killed by one move, they were so frightened that their legs weakened. For the people of the steppe, shamans are the beings who represent the gods, and they have witchcraft that ordinary people cannot.

The horse thieves were originally fierce and fierce, but when they saw that the leader was slapped by someone and a big hole was broken in his chest, where did he dare to resist, he knelt down and shouted for mercy.

"There's an emerald green box in your cargo, and if you find it, you'll all be alive. The shaman black witch half-crouched down, wiped the blood on his palms with his bearded clothes, and his face was expressionless.

The horse thieves immediately rushed to the side of the goods, and you pushed me to find the emerald green box, and the other shamans all crossed their arms and sneered, watching the dog-eat-dog scene.

After a while, a tall horse thief shouted, and then hurried over with a foot-long emerald green box.

As soon as the emerald green box appeared, a smile appeared on the shaman's face, and he reached out to take it.

The horse thieves dared to stay any longer, so they hurriedly got on their horses, cut the rope with a knife, and slipped away in the blink of an eye, not even caring about the goods in the ruins.

The shamans and wizards all laughed, and the shaman and black witch carefully opened the box, Fang Ling raised his head and looked inside, only to see that inside was a parchment booklet that was a little old, with four regular characters written on it: "Travels in the Northern Plains".

Fang Ling was suspicious, if there was a grassland script, but this italics were used by southerners, and the shamans tracked the horse thieves just for a book written by southerners?

Just thinking about it, he saw the shaman black witch make a small move, he stretched out his index finger and gently pressed it on the sheepskin cover, just this press, the corner of the black witch's mouth hooked a smile, Fang Ling also understood in an instant, what the other party was looking for was not the book itself, but the things hidden in the cover!

Seeing the black witch's expression, Genu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Third Uncle, we really didn't run in vain this trip, and we got another copy, so it's almost the same, right?"

The shaman black witch nodded and said, "I won't be in a hurry tonight, call that kid in, let's spend the night here." ”

Genu glanced out, and when he saw Fang Ling's face pale, he couldn't help but smile cruelly: "Nanren are Nanren, they are all guys who don't have any guts, but when they saw us kill someone, they were already scared." ”

The shaman black witch sneered and said: "Okay, don't freak him out, look at his handsome appearance, maybe he can please the city lord, the city lord likes it, then we will have more offerings." ”

Gnu nodded clearly and strode outside, Fang Ling saw him coming, deliberately pretended to be frightened, trembled and fell off the horse, swallowing his saliva with difficulty.

Gnu was amused, and his eyes were mostly disdainful, but he still deliberately comforted: "We killed the leader of the horse thieves, and these people are all ruthless guys. ”

Fang Ling seemed to be relieved at this time, and pretended to compliment: "The Great Witch is really powerful, it only took one move to let such a big horse thief lie down." ”