The convoy heading to Shezhao is beckoning, and in addition to spending money to hire good players, it will also recruit scattered guests like Xu Dao.

After one night, several more people joined the convoy after Xu Dao.

Before dawn the next day, Xu Dao secretly counted the number of people and found that the total number of people in the convoy reached more than 100 people, and all of them were sturdy, carrying knives and guns, and they looked fierce.

Combined with the horses and mules that individuals carried with them, and the carriages that joined them, the whole team became quite large. If you fall in the field, as long as you put the carriage horizontally and form a circle, even if you encounter a small group of rebels, it is difficult to be opened.

However, on the way to Shezhao, there were no chaotic soldiers and bandits, but countless jackals, tigers and leopards, and even monsters.

It is worth mentioning that Xu Dao waited until the convoy left, but he didn't see the Taoist who was good at "catching ghosts and foxes", but only saw the other party's Taoist.

Xiao Daotong was delicate, with a hint of flattery between his eyebrows and eyes, he occasionally stepped down from the carriage and was caught by Xu Dao, and there was no sign of cultivation on his body.

It was the wide carriage, Xu Dao used the Wangqi technique, and he could see the red light burning out of the carriage, as if the entire carriage was on fire.

"The qi and blood are amazing, isn't Nei Li Mo a Daoist who refines the body?" Xu Dao guessed in his heart.

But the other party has not shown up, and the food and the like are also sent by Daotong, Xu Dao paid attention to it a few times, and then looked away.

Che Gong Gong, Ma Xiao Xiao.

The whole convoy walked out of Zhuangzi and walked on the mountain road, with horses carrying goods and people carrying bows.

Xu Dao rode a donkey, staggering and mixed in with it, because he deliberately restrained his breath, except that his face was much more handsome than others, it was also mediocre.

And in the entire convoy, only the maid who kept the accounts before was a woman, and the others were all rough old men, and few people paid attention to him.

Meander all the way into the mountains, because the mountain roads are narrow, sometimes there are mountain cutting roads, the team is stretched into long snakes, and the speed of walking is not fast.

Fortunately, there are many years of dart masters and executioners in the team, and spies are released from time to time to be vigilant for the team.

Xu Dao was mixed in and saw the leader of the convoy.

The other party was very young, only about twenty years old, carrying a long sword, not the thin sword worn by the rich son, but a broad sword held with both hands, and his body was also strong, his temples bulged out, and he obviously had a good strength in his body.

The dart master in the team, together with the maid, called this person a "young dart head", and he was also a good person, and occasionally personally led a few dart masters to walk in front of the team to explore the road.

However, when the convoy completely walked into the mountains, the surrounding fog was steaming, the wind was gusting, and the young dart head stayed in the team peacefully, just arranging things and sending his executioners and others out to explore the way.

Seeing that the whole team looked very sophisticated, Xu Dao was a little relieved.

Although he knew that the Shezhao tribe was in the southeast of the White Bone Temple, he only knew such a direction, and the specific route was completely unknown.

And the experienced convoy explored the way for him, and there were so many people blocking the front, so he probably wouldn't crash into the nest of the monsters.

On the first day on the road, before it was dusk, the convoy found an open space and set up camp.

Most of the wagons were placed on the periphery of the camp, end-to-end, to keep the men and horses inside. These carriages were specially made and lined with thick hardwood planks, which could also be supported on top for people to keep out the rain and trample on.

Xu Dao had nothing to do after gnawing on the dry food, and looked around the carriage, where he saw a lot of knife marks, arrow pits, and dried brown bloodstains.

After setting up camp, several fires were lit in the team, and someone in the fire near Xu Dao was talking in a low voice:

"I heard that the young dart head, the whole family is dead, and he is the only one left, but who did he provoke?"

There was a knifeman next to him, who squatted in front of the fire to roast the fire, and said without raising his head: "I offended the big man in the county, and I didn't have much way to live, so I simply sold my family wealth, bought a few big cars, and wanted to run to Shezhao's side and break through." ”

Xu Dao saw that this swordsman was well-informed, and he also got into it. The eyes of others turned to the man, and someone asked, "Is it true that you dare to ask about the existence of a Taoist in the team?"

When the swordsman heard this, he sneered and said, "Of course. ”

He raised his head, with a big scar on his face, and a mocking look in his eyes: "You bunch of rammers, you dare to take this road without even inquiring about this?"

When the others heard the swordsman's words, their faces were half sunny and half cloudy, but no one refuted them. Xu Dao sat on the fire, and when he saw that everyone was silent, he put out his thoughts of asking questions.

Soon, Xu Dao knew what the swordsman had just said meant by what he had just said.

Because just as the convoy was quiet and not long after resting, there was an exclamation in the team: "Wolf! wolf!"

Xu Daozheng leaned on his donkey, his hands in his sleeves and fell asleep.

With the sound, the donkey stood up from the ground as soon as the donkey rolled, and Xu Dao also turned over neatly and rode on the donkey's back. He looked out of the convoy with his head up, and immediately saw a pair of green eyes, no less than twenty in number, floating around the convoy like ghostly fire.

Although wolves in the wild like to pack in groups, they are generally less than ten fingers, and twenty is already a lot. And now it is the first night of the entire convoy into the mountain, and it has not been a few miles before it is blocked by wolves.

"Boom!" a gong was struck directly, and several torches doused with butter were lit and inserted into the two walls of the troop carriage, illuminating the surroundings.

When the wolves saw the torches, they all retreated silently, but looked at the convoy from a distance through the darkness.

At this time, an old dart master stood up and confirmed that there were only wild wolves biting around, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly cursed: "It's just a group of wolf cubs, what are you afraid of!"

However, the old dart masters did not reprimand too much, only extinguished a few torches, so that most of the people continued to rest, but new personnel were arranged, which made the convoy more vigilant.

In this way, the stalemate lasted all night, except for some bold old dart masters, the rest of the people could not rest well, for fear that the wild wolf would pounce and drag them away.

But even so, when the convoy woke up early in the morning and began to set off for camp, someone immediately exclaimed:

"What about the people, what about the fat man last night?"

The convoy was suddenly alarmed, and immediately there were old dart masters walking around with knives, and only after a few hundred meters of distance did they find half of the blood-stained pants......