In the camp, three attendants were sitting around the campfire, waiting for Luo Nanyi's return.

An attendant with a scar on his face held the double-edged axe in his arms and complained: "I said that I would go back to give a reward after completing the task, but now the tasks are one after another, and the fucking is becoming more and more dangerous. ”

Another attendant was bored with a branch pulling the fire, the firelight illuminated his bearded face, hearing Scarface's complaint, he leaned closer, and responded: "Don't complain, brother, to be honest, who wants to participate in this kind of bird mission, don't put your head on the waistband of your pants, don't say it, the little money given is not enough to make a small bag in the Qinglou, but there is no way, it is all forced by life to be helpless." ”

"Alas, such days are really a nest!" Scarface sighed heavily, "When I go back to this mission, I won't do anything, and I will gather those brothers before again, I don't know about others, but I know them too well, hoeing and farming is not good at all, killing people and setting fires is a good hand." ”

The bearded face also felt the same way, and said: "It's not what, how happy the days used to be, not to mention the big bowl of drinking and eating meat, the need for money is to let the merchants along the way respectfully send it to us, how could I have thought that it would become like this now, I thought that I could get rid of the light and enjoy the happiness with the Luo family, but I didn't expect to become a grandson from an uncle!" ”

The attendant in charge of the vigil did not say a word from beginning to end, he wore a hood, and from the side face that was exposed, he should have been very young, probably just after he had just come of age, he concentrated on wiping the mulberry crossbow in his hand with a rag, and after wiping the crossbow machine, he silently took out the arrows in his quiver one by one, wiped them briefly, and then put them back, which was his habit as a hunter.

Suddenly, the young man heard a voice nearby, his hearing was already unusual, and the voice was out of step with his surroundings, he stood up, picked up his quiver, and walked in the direction from which the sound came, not far from them, and seemed to be near the tent that had been erected.

As the distance got closer, the voice became clearer and clearer, and Xiao Young began to get nervous, and his hand unconsciously clenched the mulberry crossbow, but when he walked to the tent, the voice disappeared, but Xiao Young knew that the person who made the sound did not leave, and by the beating firelight, he saw two figures reflected on the tarpaulin.

Xiao Young suddenly lifted the tarpaulin, but the scene in front of him couldn't help but surprise him!

A dark figure with an unclear face squatted in the tent, and at his feet was a seriously injured retinue, a sharp short blade was inserted into the retinue's chest, and when he saw that he was discovered, the figure immediately took away the hand covering the retinue's mouth, and then pulled out the short blade on the retinue's chest.

As the short blade was drawn, a stream of blood gushed out from the wounds of the wounded retinue, his face was hideous, apparently experiencing intense pain before he died, and the young man instantly understood that the strange sound he had just heard was the dying wail of the wounded retinue whose mouth was covered.

The young man glanced quickly at the tent next to him with his peripheral vision, another wounded attendant was lying there motionless, the blood that flowed out had seeped into the ground, obviously he had been killed for a long time, he took out the crossbow arrow from the quiver and quickly loaded it, raised the mulberry crossbow and aimed at the dark figure and pulled the trigger.

The pitch-black figure quickly avoided the crossbow arrows, and then bullied forward, the little young man immediately retreated back, but the speed of the dark figure was obviously faster, he came to the front of the little young, and the short blade in his hand swung out suddenly, cutting a huge wound on the little young's chest, fortunately, the strap of the quiver resisted the blade, and it did not hurt the vital point, although the wound looked scary, but it was actually not deep, but it only hurt the flesh and skin.

But the quiver full of arrows fell to the ground, and the crossbow arrows in it also spilled out, and without the crossbow arrows, the young man was like a tiger with teeth and claws removed, and lost most of the threat.

The pitch-black figure swung the knife again, and in a hurry, the little young man could only raise the mulberry crossbow in his hand to block it, obviously it was just a short blade for self-defense, but in the hand of the dark figure, he swung a slash like a war knife, and the little young man was directly shocked by the huge force and flew out, and the mulberry crossbow in his hand was also cut in half.

The strong wind lifted the hood of the little young man, revealing his youthful face, and the pitch-black figure stopped for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that his opponent was so young, but this stagnation was only for this moment, and in the next second, he raised a short blade and stabbed the little young man's heart, in a trance, the little young man seemed to have felt the chill of the blade entering his body, and he was about to die here.

At this moment, a double-edged axe swirled with the sound of the wind and slashed at the arm of the black figure, the black figure was forced to stop the attack and dodge backwards, the sharp short blade in his hand turned into a slash, and the blade swept over the young man's left shoulder, leaving a deep wound on it.

Xiao Young covered the wound on his shoulder, warm blood was flowing from between his fingers, a hot burning sensation came from the wound, and the sharp pain made it difficult for him to concentrate.

Scarface stepped forward and picked up the double-edged axe that had sunk into the ground, just now he noticed the situation here, and threw out the double-edged axe in his hand in time, saving Xiao Shao's life at the critical moment, he raised the axe and pointed at the pitch-black figure, and asked, "You are the thief named Yan Zheng?" In such a hurry, come to death in front of grandpa! ”

The pitch-black figure didn't say anything, just stood silently in place, and by the light of the fire, the three of them finally saw the appearance of the pitch-black figure clearly, it was not a humanoid monster, but a living person, his whole body was covered with a thick layer of mud, and only a pair of murderous eyes were revealed.

Bearded Face pulled out the long knife at his waist to protect Xiao Young behind him, and said in a low voice: "There is a spare hand crossbow over there at the fire, if you can still move, go over there, if it doesn't work, run quickly, after all, you are still young." ”

Xiao Young covered his wounds and struggled to get up, running in the direction of the fire, although these two people looked vicious, and often teased him on weekdays, but they were not bad in nature, they were trustworthy people at critical moments, and he must also respond to this trust, and he must not be a coward who escaped.

Scarface's arm muscles bulged, and he slashed at the man with a double-edged axe, but the man didn't dodge, hitting the axe with the hilt, directing the blow away, Scarface lost his balance, and with his full force, the double-edged axe was deeply embedded in the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Drink!"

Scarface worked together with both hands, trying to pull out the double-edged axe embedded in the ground, but the short blade in the man's hand had already struck at his face, Scarface was worthy of the bandit who had licked blood from the knife, he shouted, his left hand grabbed directly at the short blade, and at the same time, his right hand pulled out the double-edged axe and slashed at the man's neck.

The sharp short blade easily pierced Scarface's palm, but the sharp pain not only did not let him go, but instead stimulated his ferocity, he tensed his palm, and actually clamped the blade with his bones, trying to take the man's weapon.

Seeing that Scarface had fallen into the downwind, Beard Face hurriedly took a step forward, and the long knife in his hand swung a vertical slash from top to bottom, sealing the man's retreat.

As if shocked by Scarface's bravery, seeing the double-edged axe attacking, the man was forced to let go of the short blade in his hand, but he did not retreat, but slowly pushed a palm forward, this palm was not fast, and even a little unremarkable, it felt similar to an ordinary push.

Although others couldn't see it really, they could see clearly the scarred face opposite that person, and the moment they came out of their palms, a faint golden-red light rose from that person's body, obviously using aura.

The information of the Luo Ting steward is wrong, this little thief is not a mortal at all, but a real monk!

If they meet mortals, maybe they still have the strength to fight, but in the face of a Jade Void monk, they have no chance of winning, it seems that today, all three of them will die here, Scarface couldn't help but have a burst of remorse in his heart, he shouldn't have said goodbye to his parents and ended up in the grass, he shouldn't have left those brothers to go to the Luo family to be an entourage, and he shouldn't have participated in this stupid death mission for that money, but now, it's too late to say anything.

The palm lightly imprinted on Scarface's chest, and the furious force blasted his muscular body out, and he fell heavily to the ground, his entire chest sunken down, his ribs broken, and he was no longer alive.

Witnessing the tragic death of his good brother, Bearded Face let out a roar of grief and indignation, and he rushed towards the man desperately, swinging a horizontal slash with the long knife in his hand.

A crossbow arrow flew away, it was the young man, who crawled to the side of the fire with the pain of the wound, fumbled to pick one from the crossbow that had fallen to the ground, and picked up the spare crossbow, his blood-stained face full of resentment, and almost screamed and pulled the trigger at the man.

The man dodged the crossbow arrows, his body moved, and he instantly came to the bearded face, this time he no longer concealed his identity as a monk, and a faint golden-red light lingered on the palm of his hand, and slapped it towards the top of the bearded face's head.

Bearded Face only had time to let out one last terrible scream, and his Heavenly Spirit Cover shattered, and blood gushed out from the Seven Apertures, where it should have been the hardest bone in a person's body, but under that person's palm, it was as easy as smashing a watermelon.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the young man's anger began to turn into fear of death, the spare crossbow slipped from his hand, he tried to control himself, but when he saw the man walking towards him step by step, his legs still trembled uncontrollably.

The man stretched out his hand and wiped the mud from his face, revealing an unremarkable face that the young man even felt was not the face of a monk, but like a peasant child toiling in the fields.

This ordinary man walked up to the little young man and stretched out his hand to cover the top of his head, there was no imaginary pain and torture, and after a crisp sound, the little young man's eyes completely turned into darkness.