About a mile to the west, Xiao Han came out of the thorn bush and walked on a path.

Xiao Han judged that this small road to the west must lead directly to the bandit village.

And on the ground, there were blood stains.

Xiao Han squatted down, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the bloodstain, as if he had not been left for long.

Without the obstruction of thorn vines, Xiao Han ran wildly.

At his almost teleportation speed, he ran a few hundred meters of path, that is, three or five seconds.

At the end of the trail, a mountain path appeared ahead.

The North Mountain of Longxiao Mountain has arrived.

There are three peaks in Longxiao Mountain, namely Longshou Mountain, Longbei Mountain, and Longwei Mountain, and hunters habitually call it North Mountain, Zhongshan Mountain, and South Mountain.

The bandit village of the black dragon is halfway up the North Mountain of Longxiao Mountain.

Along the rugged mountain road, Xiao Han walked cautiously.

Judging from the bloodstains left along the way, the master must have been caught by bandits up the mountain.

Although he didn't have any silver on him, killing people was the black dragon's preference, and he didn't kill people just to grab silver.

If he returns in distress, Master will definitely have no chance of survival.

A teacher for one day, a father for life.

Wang Mazi is not thin on himself, he can't see his master in trouble and ignore it.

Also, the father of the original owner also died at the hands of the black dragon, and the original owner took on the dangerous task of catching the blood, which was originally to earn a wave of fast silver and enter the martial arts hall to practice martial arts to avenge his father.

If he kills the bandits, he can not only rescue the master, but also avenge the murder of his father for the original owner, and live up to the rebirth of his body.

The further you go up the mountain, the more blood stains are left on the rocks.

It seems that Master has been being dragged in the midst of struggle.

When he was almost halfway up the mountain, Xiao Han saw another shoe, which still had a red thread bow tied to it.

These bloodstains must have been left by the master.

Less than 100 meters up, Xiao Han heard a voice.

Hiding at the bend of the mountain road, Xiao Han looked ahead, and he saw the bandit village.

There are two bandits standing guard at the gate of the wall.

"Damn, why didn't Zhao Da come to the sentry yet, don't miss our opportunity to watch the show." A skinny monkey-like guy swore and scolded.

"That guy is already half dead, even if he is locked in a tiger cage, I'm afraid he won't be able to struggle for much time, what's the point? It's better to cut off the head with a knife and look at the ground. Another stout fellow said.

Xiao Han was shocked.

Are these bandits trying to put Master in a tiger cage to watch a cruel show?

!

It's really inhuman.

From this, he also thought of the original owner's father, was he also imprisoned in the tiger cage and died under the tiger's claws?

Xiao Han looked towards the village.

The scale of this bandit village is not large, about 100 meters in length and width, there are about 30 wooden houses, and on the four corners of the village, there is a sentry tower about 10 meters high, and there is a vigilant bandit on it.

Xiao Han was quickly thinking about countermeasures.

From his point of view, the bandits on the two guard towers in the southeast and northeast corners can see the entrance of the stockade, and if the bandits at the gate of the wall are shot, they are likely to be discovered by the bandits on the two guard towers, thus raising the alarm.

And the bandits on the four watchtowers can see each other, shoot the bandits on any sentry tower, and the bandits on the other three watchtowers can also see it.

But there are many towering trees in the stockade, and these big trees block the view, and if you don't stare at it, you probably won't be able to find it.

Xiao Han estimated that the bandits on the four sentry towers would most likely not be idle, and looked at each other.

They're not big-breasted little.

Master's life is at stake, and Xiao Han can't afford to hesitate too much.

Xiao Han took out the crossbow, loaded three sharp iron arrows into the crossbow, drilled through a small gap in the stone wall, and headed north first.

Hiding in a hidden corner, Xiao Han secretly aimed at the bandits on the sentry tower in the northeast corner.

"Whoosh."

An iron arrow flew out and pierced the bandit's throat.

The guy didn't even have time to say a word, and he fell limply.

Listened for a few breaths, but did not hear the siren.

It seems that his judgment was correct.

The bandits on the other three watchtowers were not found.

Xiao Han quickly turned south, went around to a place thirty meters away from the sentry tower in the southeast corner, and raised his crossbow again to aim.

"Whoosh."

Another iron arrow shot out, killing the slumbers who were napping on the watchtower.

Still no sirens were heard.

Xiao Han quietly returned to the same place, sneaked a few steps, and at a distance of ten meters, loaded the crossbow arrow again, aiming at the two bandits at the gate of the village.

"Whoosh."

"Whoosh."

There were two soft sounds in succession, and the sturdy bandit was pierced through the throat by a sharp arrow, and he died directly, while the thin and tall bandit was seriously injured, and the sharp arrow pierced through the chest.

His esophagus should have been penetrated and completely incapacitated, but not immediately dead.

This is Xiao Han's deliberate living mouth.

He wants to ask something from this guy's mouth.

At the same time as the sharp arrow was fired, Xiao Han flew in front of the two bandits, grabbed the thin and tall bandit, and dragged him to the forest.

A sharp dagger against the throat.

"If you dare to shout, I will make your death even worse. If you can answer my question honestly, I might consider sparing your life. Xiao Han said coldly.

The thin and tall man looked at the god-killing Xiao Han with fear on his face, and he didn't dare to be hard-mouthed.

"The hunter you caught is not in his forties, full of pockmarks?"

"Yes." The tall and thin bandit whispered in response.

"How many bandits are in the stockade?"

"Fifty-two."

"Is your leader called the Black Dragon? What rank of martial artist is he? ”

"He did... It's a black dragon, a fourth-order martial artist. ”

"In addition to the black dragon, are there any warriors among the bandits?"

"There are also two second-order martial artists, who have been following the leader."

Xiao Han nodded, "Okay, you answered well." ”

"Please, spare me... Spare my life. The bandit said with a pitiful face.

"I want to spare you, but I'm afraid that you will find an alarm and attract bandits, and besides, you have to pay back the evil, go with peace of mind!" Xiao Han said, pressing the dagger against the bandit's throat hard.

Scarlet plasma, splattered out with the bandit's dry cough, and there seemed to be a nerve in his neck, which was constantly rising upward, desperately pulling his bloodshot eyeballs backwards, and his two legs kept stepping on the ground.

About a dozen breathing hands, the tall and thin bandit no longer struggled, the bones of his legs seemed to freeze, only the flesh under the skin, and the ground continued to shake.

Xiao Han got up and dragged the body of another bandit into the jungle, and was about to sneak forward, but he heard footsteps from inside the village.

"Damn, the show is about to start, but it's our turn to stand sentry, it's really unlucky." One muttered loudly.

"What's so good, I'm tired of watching such performances every day, the boss might as well find us a few more innocent little girls Lele."

Xiao Han clinged to the trunk of a tree like a snake, raising his crossbow and aiming at the two bandits who were receiving the sentry from one side.