Modao went to the soldiers guarding the gate and asked them how to get out of here.

On the way, Modao saw Guo Xiaofei. Surrounded by a group of people, it seems to be in trouble. Liao Chutian was no longer there, but there was an extra man in white with a long sword on his back.

At this moment, he was standing in front of Guo Xiaofei, arguing with that group of people about something.

The ink knife did not stop, it flashed by.

Something seems to be felt. Guo Xiaofei looked back at the direction where the ink knife left, but saw nothing.

"Miss, what's the matter?" asked the female attendant beside her.

"Nothing. I was wrong. Guo Xiaofei said.

"Is that him......" Looking at the ink knife leaving the direction, Guo Xiaofei was a little distracted.

Finally, the ink knife came to the city gate. Find a corner and hide in the shadows.

Although it was late at night, the two soldiers, although greedy, were still dutiful and never left.

There was no rush to make a move, and the ink knife lay in ambush in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.

"Good luck today. Earn so much. One of the soldiers said.

"You also said that a big fish was released. Another soldier said that he had been haunted by the previous stops.

"I'm saving you!"

"Help me?" the soldier looked disdainful. "Is it just him?"

"If you don't believe it, anyway, I'll tell you, he's not easy to mess with, and it's best not to mess with him in the future. ”

"Hmph. The soldier snorted coldly, disapproving.

"You say, we have earned so much today, what should we do to find the city lord for something after we go back?"

"Needless to say, when the heat is a woman!" said the soldier, with excitement on his face.

"You know women, I see you die under women sooner or later. ”

"Peony flowers are also merry to be ghosts, you know a fart!"

"Actually, I wanted to leave. The man said, a hint of gloom and helplessness flashed across his face.

"Shhhh

"I want to see the outside world......" The man looked up at the night sky with a look of yearning in his eyes.

"Psychotic!" the soldier scolded, "what's good out there." ”

"Don't you want to get out?" the man asked.

"I'll turn my face if you say this again!" the soldier seemed to have some kind of concern in his heart, and he didn't want to talk more about this topic.

"Hey......" The man sighed and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, two people slowly walked from the city, also in iron armor and armed with spears.

"You're coming!" said the soldier guarding the gate.

"Shift change!" said the comer's tone was displeased.

"Don't be so upset, maybe someone will come in a while. The soldier said with some schadenfreude.

"It's so late that the ghost will come. Get out of here, I'm upset when I see you. The visitor said impatiently.

"Then the hard work of the two pulls?"

"Get out!"

"Let's go, let's drink. As he spoke, the soldier took out a piece of gold from his bosom and tossed it at will.

"Drink you to death!" said the man hatefully. Then he stood in front of the city gates, staring hard, looking for prey in the desert.

In the corner, seeing that the soldier had finally left, the ink knife quietly followed.

There was not much time, and Modao followed the two to a thatched hut.

The thatched hut was small, barely enough to fit two people. It is said to be a thatched house, but it is more appropriate to describe it as a shack.

"Don't be sad all day. Let's go, let you taste the good wine I have hidden. The soldier said.

Weakly answered, and then the two walked into the thatched hut together.

The thatched hut was too small to hide. After the two entered the house, Modao followed directly.

"Who!" the soldier shouted back when he felt someone behind him.

"It's you!" the other recognized the ink knife at a glance, and there was fear in his eyes. "What do you want to do!"

"Where's your lord?" asked Modao.

From his previous experience in the inn, Modao thought that since paper money could not be used here, why would the soldiers at the city gate still accept his money. There are only two explanations for this.

One they can get out of here.

The other is to trade that money with people who can get out of here.

Later, the existence of the city lord was known from their mouths. And their money was exchanged with the lord of the city.

At this moment, Modao knew that the city lord was the one who could leave here.

"Where is your lord? Ink Knife asked.

"What do you want to do!" is not the slightest contempt, just by virtue of the ink knife can follow him unnoticed, the soldiers will no longer underestimate the ink knife. Gripping the spear in his hand, the soldier was ready to strike.

"I can tell you, but you have to let him go. The other person suddenly said that he had never seen the ink knife strike, so he gave up resistance.

"Good. The ink knife replied, the ink knife is not here to kill, not to mention that he can't kill people.

"You're crazy! Do you know what happens if you say it!" the soldier yelled.

"I don't want you dead. The man said. "Promise me that if I die, one day you will escape and see the outside world for me. ”

"See for yourself!" the soldier roared, and his spear struck straight for the ink knife.

The shot was fast, like a meteor breaking through the sky, and in an instant, it came close to the ink knife.

Slightly stunned, although the ink knife never underestimated the enemy, he didn't expect this soldier to have such skills.

The spear is like a serpent, chasing after him and stabbing at him.

The spear was like a scorpion, tricky and weird.

The spear is like a mountain, overwhelming the mountains and rivers.

In the face of bursts of gunshots, Modao couldn't find a chance to counterattack for a while, so he could only dodge.

However, Ren Na spear is fast, and it is always faster than the ink knife body method. The difference is as small as a thousand miles.

Finally, the ink knife found an opportunity, dodging the spear sideways and holding the broken sword behind his back in his hand.

Guns, long and strong. The sword, short is dangerous.

The shadow of the gun pressed down, and the ink knife swung the sword upward. Without a hard touch, the blade of the sword tilted, dissipating the power of the spear's downward pressure. The soldier stumbled because of his excessive force. The ink knife instantly approached. This short move is easy to say, but it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

In the face of the spear that is so fast that you can only see the afterimage, when you lose your strength, you are one point faster, and the spear has not yet exerted its strength, so it gives others a chance to change its moves, and if you are slow for a minute, the strength is already out, and the sword will break.

Only by accurately grasping the slightest moment can the power of the spear be perfectly discharged, so that the person who casts it will not have time to retract his strength, and his steps will be unstable.

At this time, in the face of the close-quarters ink knife, the spear in the soldier's hand had no room to be used.

After just a few rounds, blood splattered. The soldier was wounded on the back of his hand, and his spear came out of his hand.

Placing the broken sword at the soldier's throat, Modao asked again, "Where is your city lord?"

At this time, before the man could answer, there was a sudden sound of clapping hands outside the house. A middle-aged man walked in slowly.