East of Liuyang Town, Chaifang.

This town is mostly inhabited by woodcutters, and rare timber is also sold, and merchants from the plains often come to buy all kinds of precious wood, and business is prosperous.

And the most central location of this Fang City is Fan's Knife Village.

Chen Che loaded the carcass of the rattle-tailed pit pit into a basket and walked a few streets through the square, to a high-walled courtyard.

The wooden door was wide open.

Not afraid of thieves breaking in.

After all, there are dozens of knives in the village, but they are not vegetarians.

After pausing in front of the village for a long time, Chen Che thought for a while, and gradually had a plan in his heart.

If you offer the corpse of a spirit in private, you may be greedy;

But if it is a public offering of treasure, it is equivalent to a slap in the face of Zhao Fu, which is tantamount to a happy event for Fan's Daozhuang.

And there is only a thin line between the swordsman and the robber, and Fan's Daozhuang has also sheltered fugitives more than once, helping them change their names and surnames, and sheltering fugitive slaves, which is much easier than sheltering prisoners in the sea fishing documents.

"Now, between me and the Zhao Mansion, there is no room for maneuver, it is better to hand over a petition and take the initiative to become the tool of the Fan Knife Village to slap the face of the Zhao Mansion."

Chen Che muttered in his heart, made up his mind, and then walked quickly into the knife village.

Shonai.

There are more than a dozen mountain people who are looking for knives, and there are also senior hunters, knowing that the knife village is in urgent need of spirit corpses, and take the initiative to bring prey to the door.

Zhang Jiehu, who had met at the breakfast stall before, was one of the visitors tonight, and he brought the remains of a brocade rat and wanted to worship in Daozhuang.

The mountain people were amazed:

"Good fellow, bigger than a dog."

"This hair is really beautiful, if it is made into a shoulder shawl, even if it is sold for a high price of eight or nine taels of silver, there must be people who are willing to buy it."

"Although the strength of the brocade rat is weak, it is not easy to catch, this kind of spirit is extremely cautious and cautious, as soon as it hears the movement, it immediately burrows into the hole, and it is not a senior hunter, so it cannot be hunted."

"Lao Zhang, it's amazing!"

Zhang Jiehu was also quite complacent, and arched his hand: "Senior Brother Song, I wonder if this prey brought by the villain can satisfy you?" ”

The "Senior Brother Song" in his mouth is a middle-aged man with a personable and handsome appearance, called Song Xuefeng.

This person is tall and burly, one of the disciples recruited by Dao Zhuang, his archery skills are extremely strong, and the muscles of his arms are knotted, which is daunting.

Later, he was favored by Miss Fan's family and became a son-in-law, and he is also the current actual manager of Fan's Dao Village, with a high status.

Song Xuefeng looked at it slightly, a little disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly:

"Although this rat is brocade hair, but it is timid by nature, and it is not qualified to become a demon knife consumable, if you want to exchange for the position of a doorman, it can only be a guest of grass tools."

According to the hospitality practice of Fan's knife village.

Door passengers are divided into three classes according to their ability: the upper class (car passenger) has a car; Medium (guest of the door) eats fish; The inferior (grass haul guests) eat no fish.

Zhang Jiehu was stunned and sighed:

"The villain searched for half a year before he found this mouse, if he continues to delay, it is meaningless, and the next guest can enter the Fan Knife Village to practice martial arts, which is also good."

As he spoke, he licked his lips unconsciously.

As a mountain dweller, it is rare to eat big fish, so Zhang Jiehu is looking forward to joining Daozhuang and enjoying fresh fish for meals.

It's a pity that it didn't work out.

Song Xuefeng smiled slightly and stretched out his hand:

"Welcome to Fan's Knife Village, Song heard that you have always liked fish and meat, and when you are promoted to a Chinese guest, you can have fish at every meal."

The mountain people couldn't help but sigh:

The gate of Fan's Dao Zhuang is really not so easy to enter, and the remains of a brocade mouse are just worshipping as a guest of grass tools.

Just as the crowd was about to disperse, Chen Che coughed, stepped out, and said loudly:

"Senior Brother Song, I also have a spirit corpse."

said.

Chen Che took off the basket and slowly lifted the strip of cloth, revealing the contents inside.

Song Xuefeng fixed his eyes, it was actually a black-scaled snake that had been broken, although it was dead, it was especially fierce, and he couldn't help nodding and said:

"It is indeed a spirit corpse, and its tail is as hard as iron, it should be a rattle-tailed viper."

Hear this.

The courtyard was boiling.

A group of mountain people exchanged heads and discussed:

"Although there are tens of thousands of people in Liuyang Town, but due to the miasma, the places we can explore during the day are extremely limited, not counting the harvest of those big people, the hundreds of Orions in the town only hunt a few spirits every month, this young man is stronger than those old Orions!"

"Yo, it's a strange snake."

"Look at that tail, it doesn't look like a five-step snake, but like a dragon's tail."

"Eh, wait, this little brother who sells spirits, I'm a little familiar, this person is a member of the Zhao family, why did he come to the knife village, isn't he here to steal the Fan family's knife-making secrets?"

"I am familiar with Sister Zhao Ru, she said, Mrs. Wang, the mother of the Zhao Mansion, especially likes the clothes she weaves, and she once intended to marry her to Chen Che, so favorable, why didn't Brother Che hand over the spirit to Master Zhao, but came to find Fan's Daozhuang at night?"

"There must be something strange about this matter!"

Hearing the words of the mountain people, Chen Che took three steps forward, came to the front of everyone, and admitted: "Yes, a few days ago, I was indeed a member of the Zhao Mansion. ”

Song Xuefeng sensed Chen Che's subtext, his eyes narrowed, and he said coldly:

"So, in what capacity are you visiting Honjo tonight?"

"Fugitive slave!"

Chen Che spoke loudly and did not shy away from it.

These two words are like stones thrown into a pond, stirring up a thousand waves.

The gossip in the hearts of the mountain people swelled up, with a strong curiosity in their eyes, and even called friends, attracting people to see the excitement.

The corners of Song Xuefeng's mouth rose slightly, he faintly guessed part of the truth, and he also found it interesting, so he stood leisurely with his hands in his hands, waiting for Chen Che to say the following.

Chen Che said unceremoniously: "A few days ago, Zhao Lengsong tied me up in the mountain temple and wanted to hold a mountain god poison sacrifice......

Soon.

He showed hatred on his face and said the shameless behavior of Master Zhao and others, but he only omitted the content related to his life.

After listening, the mountain people also felt that it was reasonable, that Master Zhao only had one son under his knees, and it was normal to hold such evil rituals to increase luck, hunt for treasures, and save children.

"It's despicable, shameless, and mad!"

"Today, I dare to take the lives of house slaves to hold a sacrifice, and tomorrow, maybe we will take our lives to hold a sacrifice, and there are only six or seven house slaves who are more than ten years old in his house."

"Yes, yes, I will tell my own boy when I turn around, you must not go to the ancient city of Tea Horse, in case you are abducted by the people of Zhao Mansion!"

The mountain people were full of righteous indignation, but most of them didn't care about Chen Che himself, and more of them were deeply disgusted with the "mountain god sacrifice" itself.

Song Xuefeng's eyes were calm, and he said loudly: "Benzhuang and Zhao Mansion have always had some disagreements, but for no reason, why should Song cause some trouble for the sake of running away from slaves?" ”

Chen Che immediately said: "This rattle-tailed pit is regarded as a gift from me to Senior Brother Song, and in the future, I will also try my best to search the mountains and find spirits for your village." ”

However, Song Xuefeng was unmoved at all and spit out two words:

"Nope."

Chen Che took a deep breath, took out a fragment of eggshell with multiple blood lines from his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Then what if you add this, Senior Brother Song?" ”

"Three odd eggs?"

Seeing this, Song Xuefeng's originally indifferent expression suddenly changed, and he said with interest:

"Listening to your tone, you seem to have some talent for searching the mountains as a hunter, but in your hands, do you have three strange eggs?"