Zhao Niantong said curiously: "Are you saying that they are demolishing each other?" Pan Suxuan nodded and said: "It is very possible, most of the old man of the Apocalypse are people from the rivers and lakes, and they are mixed, and there are three sects and nine streams, so it is inevitable that they will not have their own thoughts." ”

Zhao Niantong said: "Yes, there are also the subordinates of King Qi and Monk Jingnian, these people get together, and they all listen to the old man of the Apocalypse on the surface, but who knows what they think in their hearts." Pan Suxuan said: "If it weren't for their own ghosts, how could we escape from the woods north of the city that day?"

As he spoke, the fight over there had already been decided, and one of the shopkeepers was not paying attention, he was kicked in the chest, and fell to the ground vomiting blood. When the coachman saw this, he was so frightened that he jumped out of the car and fled, and after not running a few steps, he was hit by a dart in the back of the heart and died of despair.

The man on the horse walked up to the shopkeeper, stepped on his chest, and sneered: "Toast and don't eat and drink!

The shopkeeper was dying: "Skill...... Skills are not as good as others...... I...... I have nothing to say......! Danes...... Soldiers can be killed, but they are not ...... Don't be disgraced!"

The man laughed and said, "Okay, you have a lot of backbone! Then I'll give you a good one, just your blood, sacrifice my treasure knife!" After speaking, the short knife in his hand was unsheathed, a black light flashed, and the head of the shopkeeper fell to the ground.

Pan Zhao and the others could see clearly after Tutui, the short knife in the man's hand was the Moyu knife, and when he turned around after killing the shopkeeper, he could see his appearance clearly. The man was tall, with thin cheeks and a sallow complexion, as if he were seriously ill. Pan Suxuan knows that people with such a face generally practice some strange internal skills, and they seem to be weak, but in fact, they are all people with miraculous skills, and they must not be underestimated.

Seeing that this person put the black jade knife back into the sheath, he turned to his companion and said, "Deal with the scene, if Jiang Fei and Wang Jin find that the box has not arrived, they will definitely look for it along the way, don't leave any clues." ”

The companion asked: "Master, there is that small river two miles ahead, should we bury the corpses on the spot, or throw them into the river as originally planned?" I wanted them to go to the river and do it again, and what a good resting place it would be with mountains, water, and woods? Who knew that these two guys would have to find such a dusty place to be their graveyard? ”

The apprentice nodded in agreement, carried the corpse to the side of the road, took a shovel from the horse, dug two pits, buried the bodies of the coachman and the shopkeeper, and covered the blood on the road with dust.

Zhao Niantong looked at this Hong Daxia and whispered: "I always feel that this person is familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere?" Pan Suxuan said: "His name is Hong Yuantu, he is a friend of Zhang Daxia, and we have seen him in the woods in the north of the city." ”

Zhao Niantong suddenly realized: "No wonder the Moyu knife is in his hand, he has not done anything in the woods that day, and there is no camphor bee poison, and the last few people in black died of poison in order to grab the knife, but he took advantage of the fisherman, and the sword was in the pocket without blood, which is really a big bargain." ”

Pan Suxuan said: "That day he said that he was just here to participate in the Longhua Meeting, but now it seems that this is not the case. Jiang Fei and Wang Jin he just mentioned should be the fat and thin two who handed over the box to the shopkeeper. Zhao Niantong said: "The one named Wang Jin is the Wang Fat Man you said, right? ”

Pan Suxuan nodded and said, "Jiang Fei and Wang Jin have golden needles in their hands, which means that they should be the subordinates of the old monk Jingnian, and it is not clear who this Hong Yuantu is." ”

Zhao Niantong said: "It's not easy, let's continue to follow them and see who they hand over the box to?" Pan Suxuan frowned and said: "Hong Yuantu is not the shopkeeper of the inn, and it is not easy to follow him." ”

Zhao Niantong said: "Then what should we do?" "Wait and see what happens, and act when the opportunity arises." ”

While speaking, Hong Yuantu and his apprentice had tied the two horses they had brought to the front of the car, and the apprentice picked up the horsewhip and was about to drive the cart, when he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Hong Yuantu was shocked, and said in his heart: "Could it be that the praying mantis catches cicadas and the yellow finch is behind? Can you make a wedding dress for others after working hard for a long time?"

The apprentice received the order, raised his whip and whipped it desperately, and the cart, led by three horses, quickly ran up and went west along the path.

Zhao Niantong got up and was about to chase after him, but Pan Suxuan said: "Wait, we can catch up with the carriage, but we can't outrun the fast horses behind, let them run first, and we will chase last." ”

Zhao Niantong nodded, and the two continued to hide behind the mound. It was only half a pillar of incense, and four fast horses came up on the trail, the first two of them were fat and thin, Pan Suxuan could see clearly that these two people were Wang Jin and Jiang Fei, and they were followed by two men in black. The four of them swept past Pan Zhao and the others, did not slow down, and headed all the way to the west.

Pan Suxuan and Zhao Niantong glanced at each other, jumped out from behind the mound, performed light skills, and chased after each other.

After chasing them not far away, they heard the sound of fighting, and when they looked around, they saw that the carriage had fallen crookedly on the side of the road, and the three horses pulling the carriage had all been killed, and the boxes on the carriage had fallen to the ground. Not far from the box, there were two groups of people who were fighting, it was Jiang Fei, Wang Jin and the others, Hong Yuantu and his apprentice.

Pan Suxuan and Zhao Niantong hid behind a big tree on the side of the road, and as soon as they stood firmly, they heard a scream, Hong Yuantu's apprentice's left arm was cut off by the man in black.

Seeing this, Hong Yuantu let out a long roar, and the Moyu knife slashed three times in a row, forcing Jiang Fei and the other man in black to retreat, turning around and running. Wang Jin was about to chase after him, but Jiang Fei shouted, "Poor Kou Mo chase, just get the box in your hands." ”

Wang Jin nodded, and carried the box onto the carriage with the two men in black, who knew that as soon as he carried the two, he heard a squeak, and the beam on the carriage was bent. Jiang Fei frowned when he saw it, and thought to himself, "The carriage is broken, how should I transport these six boxes?"

Wang Jin said: "Big brother, this carriage can't be used, why don't I ride back to the city and hire another one?" Jiang Fei waved his hand and said: "This is at least fifty miles back and forth to the city, and there are many people in the city, if you hire a carriage to go out of the city, it will inevitably attract the attention of others, besides, how should the coachman deal with it?"

Wang Jin said: "The coachman will be killed when he arrives at the place, and then the car will be burned, and there will be no traces, so you can rest assured." Jiang Fei's face changed and said, "If I don't go, I won't go, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Wang Jin touched his nose and said no more, Jiang Fei said to the two black-clothed people: "You go to the front to see if there is any family, as far as I know, there should be a small river near here, see if there are any boats, boats and other things to cross the river, we will carry the boxes to the boat, and take the waterway to Qinglong Mountain." ”