The white-robed knight, the five-armored python, and the ghost swallow all obediently gave way to the road, but only Mr. Song, a middle-aged scribe who had always been at ease, had a little solemnity in his eyes at this time.

Several people behind Mr. Song silently exchanged glances, and as the brocade-robed generals approached the carriage, their expressions became more and more nervous.

"Keng......" A black-clothed swordsman's fingers trembled slightly, and the hilt of the sword made a short sound.

But he was only halfway through his movements when he was stopped by Mr. Song with a stern look.

The brocade-robed military general turned his head and glanced at the black-clothed swordsman: "You want to do something to me?" ”

Mr. Song smiled and said: "He is a native of the countryside, he has never seen a big man, he is nervous when he sees Luo Shaoshuai, and the young marshal is not as knowledgeable as him!" Zhao Ye, don't hurry up and make amends to Young Marshal Luo! ”

The brocade-robed military general snorted, staring at the black-clothed swordsman for a long time, and seeing that he had always lowered his head, he really looked timid, so he turned his head and reached out to pull the curtain of the carriage.

Everyone's breathing was a little lighter.

At this moment, there was a sharp and strange laughter from the south, and then a strong wind blew, as if a torrential rain was coming.

The right hand of the brocade-robed military general froze there, frowned and looked south, and muttered, "Rain Pavilion? ”

Thousands of sand thieves, rare goods worth 10,000 gold, compared to the elegant and dusty woman, are all dust.

She is the only one who always touches his heart.

Mr. Song smiled and said, "There seems to be someone fighting over there?" It's not a small ......."

The brocade-robed military general didn't care about him, turned over and galloped to the south, and disappeared from people's sight in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Song watched the brocade-robed generals go away, and when he turned around, the smile on his face had long disappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "Leave quickly!" ”

The group straightened up and urged the carriage to continue on its way.

After taking a few steps, a cold wind suddenly blew, and the corners of everyone's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of distorted black shadows, only to see a dark shadow flash out from behind the wind-blown swaying cypress trees, and walk towards everyone in one step.

His presence brought a dreary atmosphere, and even the sunlight seemed to dim a little.

"It's finally here." A somewhat muffled male voice came from the man's mouth.

Under the dip of the setting sun, his slender figure was entangled in darkness, and his shadows were stretched long and faint, as if blending into all corners of the surrounding ground.

When he approached him, everyone in the convoy felt that they were enveloped by an incomparably eerie chill, and they only heard the sound of "sonorous" and "choking", and all the blades were unsheathed almost at the same moment.

The man with such an evil and terrifying aura is none other than the young master of the Wind and Rain Building, the white ghost.

"Don't be nervous, count it up, I should be in the same group as you......" The white ghost was worried about the tense atmosphere, the pace never slowed down in the slightest, and a dull chuckle came out of his mouth.

Mr. Song took a step forward.

When he stood at the front, the cold that lingered around people retreated, and the wind and waves calmed down in an instant.

The white ghost finally stopped, and arched his hand towards Mr. Song: "Hall Master Song." ”

Mr. Song stared at him and said with an unkind face, "You shouldn't show up." ”

The white ghost said worriedly: "I have to inspect the goods." ”

"You should find a better time."

"It's a good fit right now."

"Did you know if you had just come one step earlier......"

"As long as I come one step earlier, the most proud son of the "Duke of Doom" Luo Chan, Young Marshal Luo Jianluo, will sleep on this street for a long time, and the situation after that must be very interesting."

"Duke Doom won't be funny!"

"Whether it's interesting or not, Hall Master Song should be ready."

Mr. Song waved his hand violently and said coldly: "If you want to inspect the goods, go over and see for yourself." Hurry up, don't wake that old guy up! ”

"Rest assured, I will come with deep awe to see his old man's remains......"

When the white ghost walked to the position where the brocade-robed military general was originally standing, he was about to reach out and open the curtain.

"Wait!" Crimson Enchantress shouted.

The white ghost chou didn't pay attention to her at all, poked his head and glanced inside, and quickly pulled back.

"The magic circle is very badly damaged, you must hurry up and rush to the Red Mountain as soon as possible." He said.

"Hey! Who the hell are you? The Crimson Enchantress flicked her whip angrily, making a crackling sound in the air.

Mr. Song said, "He is our buyer. ”

"Buyers? How can that ......?"

"But he can't receive it yet. We have to go to Xiyin Red Mountain, which is where the delivery will be. ”

"But—" The Crimson Enchantress was about to ask, when the white-robed knight tugged at her sleeve and motioned for her to shut up.

Then she caught a glimpse of the dark figure staring at her, and the muscles of her whole body tensed involuntarily.

It's like a sheep meeting a tiger, a gray rabbit seeing a goshawk, and she has a feeling in her heart that the man in front of her is her natural enemy.

Fortunately, the man's gaze was only a glance......

"Next, I have to continue to bother Hall Master Song, I will try to buy you more time." After the hoarse voice finished saying this, the dark figure suddenly dissolved in front of everyone's eyes.

Outside the southern twilight building, there is a strong wind like an arrow.

Jiang Chen felt something in his heart, turned his head and glanced at it, Zhang Yuting's unique elegant and dusty aura naturally reflected in his perception, but now this fragrant white lotus seemed to be entangled by a foul smell.

He hesitated, then turned his steps and walked in the direction the wind was coming from.

Now there is only a single female crown, and it has probably become the target of white ghosts. If she's also killed, then it's my turn next......

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, and they have to be saved.

Walking into a remote alley, Jiang Chen heard a woman's painful groan in front of him.

He quickened his pace, and saw a woman in a coarse cloth shirt squatting under the eaves, her whole body curled into a ball, holding her head and trembling and crying: "Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

She seemed to be terrified, terrified.

But Jiang Chen didn't have time to stop, glanced at her, and saw that she was fine, so he walked straight past her.

"Young man, help me!" A woman's cry sounded behind her, "I don't want to die, take me out of here!" ”

Jiang Chen's figure paused, turned half of his face and said, "This girl, I don't think you are injured, you shouldn't be able to die for a while, right?" ”

"I'm sorry, I was so scared." The woman's face was filled with tears, and she trembled, "Just now a monster suddenly fell from the sky, I-"

Jiang Chen interrupted her crying: "I'm sorry, girl, I'll go do something first, and then I'll listen to your story later." Excuse me! ”

"Young man! Young Hero—"

The voice of resentment came from behind, Jiang Chen did not look back, and quickly left it behind.

At this time, the wind where Zhang Yuting was located had subsided.

Jiang Chen's heart tightened, could it be that the white ghost had already succeeded?