The strong man's voice was a little colder, "If there is another mistake this time that hinders the resurrection of the sect leader, I will definitely not let you two go." ”

"Yes, Lord Helper. Qinghe pretended to salute him and said, "The situation is urgent, and my wife and I will leave with the men and horses first." ”

As soon as the strong man bowed his head, he heard another voice beside him.

"Wait. ”

I saw Ma Jian'er striding over to stand side by side with me and Qinghe, his hands resting on the back of his head, and he said in a lazy tone: "One more person and one more strength, little brother Heisha, I will go with you to find the one-eyed old clock, how about it?"

Qinghe paused, and generously waved at him: "Everything is according to the orders of the helper." ”

Ma Jian'er took the initiative to follow the two of us, but I don't know what idea I had in mind. It's just that he played Tai Chi with us with a smile on his face all the way, and he refused to say anything more about Lang Yuejiao and Ling Tianjun.

Seeing that he had found nothing in the village before, the strong man returned with a group of high rollers.

And Qinghe and I still have to find the corpse picker, the one-eyed old bell, so we will continue to go deep into the Jingshui area with the rest of the people. Although Ma Jian'er acted like he didn't care, I knew that his eyes would always glance in the direction of the two of us, intentionally or unintentionally. I always have a hunch that Qinghe's every move and I are under his eyes.

Since he is being "watched" like this, he simply does nothing. Qinghe winked at me secretly, and his eyebrows were very leisurely.

He asked the strong man with the axe to scatter out the news of the one-eyed old clock, and he took me and Ma Jian'er to sit in the tea shed on the side of the road to rest, and talked to Ma Jian'er about the customs and customs of the four continents.

In this way, the sunset came to the west mountain, but the three of us waited for a very strange thing.

The group of people who had been sent out before also returned at this time, and they all spoke in a very uniform manner, and they asked for the news of the one-eyed old bell whenever they met, but everyone shook their heads at them, saying that the corpse picker had disappeared several years ago, and why did someone suddenly come out and ask about him?

After all, it's still the job of picking up corpses that is more special. Due to the tiring and unfortunate nature of working with corpses all day long, the person who does this work is usually a brave and lonely person.

In all parts of the world, the corpse pickers who belong to Jingshui are the most valued by others. Just because there is a white water waterfall hanging here, the green mountains and green waters, it is a good place for people in the rivers and lakes to compete and fight.

The casualties of the gang battles in the martial arts are not inferior to the battlefields of the four land frontiers. At this time, the corpse picker becomes an extremely important figure. The corpses of the defeated still need to be buried one by one, and sometimes they have to face harassment from their families who are crying.

It stands to reason that the people in the Jingshui area are very clear about this group of "special people" on their own territory. But the news from the high rollers is that the one-eyed old clock is missing, and after he was excluded from the list of corpse pickers a few years ago, no one has inquired about him.

Strange, strange!

The one-eyed old bell has no news, that is, he will not be able to find Ling Tianjun is physical body. The strong man with the axe let out cruel words before, and the high rollers looked extremely anxious.

"Little Brother Black, then what do we do next?" Ma Jian'er asked, but he still drank his tea unhurriedly.

"In fact, at this time, no news is the best news. Qinghe put down the teacup, got up and straightened his back, and raised his hand to a place not far away, "Everyone, let's settle there first." When it dawns tomorrow, I will personally take everyone to find the one-eyed old clock. ”

It's really not early. Where Qinghe pointed was a small dilapidated temple, which was as cold as an ice cellar, and the only Buddha statue was spread out on the ground, but fortunately there was some hay and old curtains.

They are all martial arts practitioners, and they don't pay too much attention to it. After a few stoves, the enthusiasm rose again, but there were still people among them who shouted: "Hey, black towel, why do you have to crowd into this cold and smelly broken temple with all those rooms outside?"

"Hey, that house isn't our brothers' anymore!

"Black devil, they all say that you destroyed the door of the enemy family at the age of ten, how can you become so cowardly now? Those foolish people won't let you stop, just-" The speaker made a very exaggerated gesture of drawing his sword and cutting off his head.

There was a burst of laughter from the ruined temple.

Qinghe raised his eyebrows, and raised his hands especially seriously: "No, we are all believers of the sect master, don't do these things that kill innocents indiscriminately! Who knows if it will seriously hurt his blessing!"

"Oh-"

The crowd nodded in understanding. The person who had been shouting loudly before suddenly fell silent, and a little shame appeared on his face.

The muffled voice on the side laughed softly when he heard this.

"The little brother seems to be particularly concerned about whether the sect leader can be resurrected. ”

Before Qinghe could answer, he turned his head to look at me.

Through the firelight, I saw that his expression became more and more confused, and his eyes fell on my face completely but seemed to be a little unconscious.

"Hey, how do I remember the day we first met, your lady didn't have a pair of almond eyes?"

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I subconsciously touched the red cloth on my face.

The red cloth was still half-covered over his face.

I quietly withdrew my hand and looked at Ma Jian'er with an inquiring look.

I saw that in front of him, a hand suddenly appeared, and he shook the things in his hand and said, "Brother Ma Jian'er is hungry, do you want to eat bean buns?"

Ma Jian'er looked back. Qinghe took the opportunity to stuff the bean bun into his hand, "The bean bun has been roasted, and the eldest brother likes to eat it, so he eats it while it's hot." He smiled again and handed me the bean buns on the skewers.

"How can I be lazy about what the Gang Master told me to do? Besides, I care if the Sect Master can be resurrected, doesn't the eldest brother care?"

The question was thrown straight back to the tip of the problem.

"As you said, we are all followers of the sect, so why don't we care?"

He had returned to his normal color, but he put the bean bag in my hand, blew his fingertips and said slowly: "I see that the little lady also likes to eat bean buns, why don't you eat one more?"

There seemed to be a sneer in his high-pitched voice, and I got goosebumps when I heard it.

In an instant, the atmosphere around him cooled down a little.

Ma Jian'er's eyes were still looking at me with a smile.

I handed the bean bag back to Qinghe and said, "I'm not hungry." Big Brother Ma Jian'er isn't very hungry, why don't you eat more?"

Qinghe lowered his head and took the bean bag, stuffed it into his mouth under half a black cloth one by one, and laughed vaguely, "Okay, it's still my lady who knows that she feels distressed." ”

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