"Which one do you think is more likely?" Murong Ziyun held her sword in her chest and pondered.

Lu Chen said without hesitation: "The second kind!"

"On what basis?"

"Judge personally, Ye Ang, as an acquired eightfold peak martial artist, is also a top-ranked genius in the entire Sword Sect, and he is extremely courageous, and he is by no means reckless. Walking the rivers and lakes, going out to do errands, should abide by the rules, will not leave for no reason, only leave a message! Even if he leaves, he will come to Longyanggang one step first, even if he finds the clues of the drought, he should wait here for us to meet, and no matter how bad it is, he will find someone to send a message over. Let's wait here for a long time, but we have no news and no trace of our whereabouts, this is really not in line with the style of a Sword Sect disciple!" Lu Chen analyzed slowly.

Murong Ziyun nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense!"

She continued: "Ye Ang is a disciple of the Xuanwu Academy, and he is also a genius on the Heavenly Sword List, and now he is mysteriously missing and his whereabouts are unknown, which is by no means a trivial matter. I'm thinking, couldn't we have missed some details on the way here?"

Lu Chen got out of bed, walked to the table and took a glass of water, and said, "You are not unreasonable, maybe we missed some clues! But if Senior Brother Ye Ang doesn't show up, it doesn't make sense for us to continue to stay in Longyanggang." Moreover, the case of the drought has already been revealed, so there is no need to stay here, let's go back to the sect first! Mobilize the intelligence force of the sect to conduct a search, and we should be able to get the news soon!"

Murong Ziyun sighed lightly: "That's the only way!" Jiang Shaoling's brothers and sisters stay here to recuperate, if Ye Ang shows up, it will be convenient to contact." Without further ado, let's go!"

"So urgent?" Lu Chenmo frowned slightly.

Murong Ziyun said: "I have always felt uneasy recently, Ye Ang's whereabouts are unknown, this is a major matter, there is no delay, it is better to return to the sect earlier!"

Lu Chen thought about it for a moment and said, "Then take your words!"

So, the two discussed for a while, then said hello to Jiang Shaoling's brothers and sisters, and then rode out of Longyanggang, preparing to rush all the way back to the Sword Sect to resume their lives.

After the 11th month of the lunar calendar, the weather is suddenly cold, the cold air sweeps the earth, and the gloomy sky is smeared with a layer of dust, bringing people a very uncomfortable feeling. Many of the trees have lost their leaves, leaving only a few remnants of their leaves to dot, and the whole world is in a state of withering and decay.

The two figures galloped on the road, and in the blink of an eye, it was several miles, and the wind blew on Lu Chen's face like a knife cut, but fortunately there was internal strength to support it, otherwise ordinary people really couldn't stand this cold ghost weather.

Returning the same way, after running all the way for nearly an hour, the two saw the black wooden house where they had stayed half a month ago, with green smoke curling and a faint figure walking around in the house.

"Lu Chen, look, it's that black wooden house!" Murong Ziyun tugged at the reins and stared at the black wooden house not far away.

Lu Chen also grabbed the galloping blue-maned horse, with a solemn expression: "Let's go and have a look, and then ask the old man about the situation, maybe Senior Brother Ye Ang didn't see us, maybe he went back to the sect alone!"

"Well, you're right!" Murong Ziyun turned over and dismounted, took the reins and stepped on the dry black earth, and walked towards the black wooden house step by step.

Lu Chen immediately turned over and dismounted, and walked over.

Ahh The surrounding environment has not changed, and the vegetable patch inside the fence is still messy, and the rotten vegetable leaves and chicken feathers are scattered all over the ground, and the smell is unbearable. I think it's because the old woman is old and can't manage it.

Knock knock lightly on the old wooden door, and after a while, the old and decrepit old woman she had seen before opened the door, she had a messy and dry hair, and her cloudy eyes looked at Lu Chen and Murong Ziyun who were standing at the door.

"You two young men again!" said the old woman, in a hoarse voice.

Murong Ziyun hugged her fists and said, "Old man, excuse me, we have something I want to ask you!"

"It's cold outside, come in and talk about it, drink hot tea to warm up!" The old woman bent her waist and let go of her body to invite Lu Chen and the two into the house.

Murong Ziyun was stunned, and a quiet smile appeared on her delicate face: "I'm bothered!" and then walked in.

Lu Chen was silent and walked in, but his eyes kept turning.

The light inside the cabin is dim, the corners are shady, and there is an eerie atmosphere everywhere.

Murong Ziyun didn't care about this, and sat cross-legged in the bonfire to get rid of the cold on her body.

"Tea, two, please!" said the old woman, who walked in from outside the hut with a wooden tray with two cups of steaming tea on it.

"Thank you!" Murong Ziyun took one of the cups.

Lu Chen also took another cup easily, only to see that there were fine black particles undulating in the steaming tea, exuding a strong fragrant smell, condensing but not dissipating, and smelling intoxicated. However, his expression instantly became solemn, and a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"It's so fragrant!" Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and she took a sip, and her mouth was full of relish.

"Drink more!" The old woman's old face showed a strange smile, so she turned her head to look at Lu Chen again: "Young man, why don't you drink!"

"Lu Chen, taste it, this tea is very fragrant!" Murong Ziyun also smiled immediately.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lu Chen's mouth: "Is it! This tea is really so fragrant?" he took a sip gently, and an expression of enjoyment appeared on his face.

"How's it taste, young man?" asked the old woman, grinning.

Lu Chen smiled lightly: "It's a blessing to be able to taste such fragrant tea in the poor countryside!"

The old woman nodded: "This is very good, the old woman has a humble house here, if you neglect you, please bear with me!"

"Old woman, don't be so polite!" Murong Ziyun said gratefully, and then asked solemnly: "By the way, old woman, since the last time, have you seen our companion Ye Ang come back again!"

The old woman walked to the corner with a broom, and while cleaning the dark house, she said slowly, "Yes!"

"Where is he now?" Murong Ziyun hurriedly asked.

Lu Chen held a crude teacup, blowing hot air leisurely.

The old woman stopped what she was doing and said in a hoarse voice, "He's always been here!"

"It's always been here, old woman, what do you mean, I didn't understand?" Murong Ziyun was stunned, her expression a little confused.

The old woman sighed lightly: "Young man, the old woman is also forced to do so! For the sake of my children, I hope you will not hold a grudge against me, an old woman!"

Murong Ziyun seemed to think of something, and was immediately shocked, but it was too late, she only felt that the sky was spinning, her eyes turned black, and then she fell to the ground.

Immediately after, Lu Chen also fell, but when he fell, the corners of his mouth hooked a cold arc.

By the time the two of them woke up, they were in a dark basement.

Murong Ziyun struggled to open her eyes, shook her bulky head, and was shocked to find that she was tied to a wooden stake by someone, unable to move the slightest, and the surroundings were dark and silent, as if she was in a dark world that had been forgotten, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

"Where is this?" she struggled fiercely, but unfortunately she was weak and weak, her bones were weak, and she couldn't even wield one-tenth of her usual strength, and she couldn't break free from the chains on her body. She shouted in horror, wanting a warm response in this dark and bleak world.

"This is hell!" an indifferent voice came from the darkness, suddenly tearing through the cold silence in the darkness.

"It's Lu Chen's voice!" Murong Ziyun was overjoyed in her heart, and said, "Lu Chen, where are you?"

"I'm right across from you!" Lu Chen said indifferently.

"What kind of place is this, why are we tied up here?" Murong Ziyun said with a panicked expression, she is the pearl of the sect master's palm, the proud daughter of the sky, she can deal with anything she encounters in ordinary times, but at this moment, in the face of such a strange situation, she can't calm down at any time.

"This should be the dark room under the dark wooden house, as for why we are tied up here, the reason should only be known to the old woman above!" Lu Chen explained, his cold tone revealing an extremely confident composure.

"How could it be her?" Murong Ziyun was shocked, thinking back to the old woman's gloomy old face, and after thinking about it, she felt a shudder all over her body.

Lu Chen said in a somewhat mocking tone: "From the beginning, we were deceived by her hypocrisy!"

"If I didn't guess wrong, Senior Brother Ye Ang was afraid that something bad had happened on the night he said goodbye, and the culprit must be this old woman!"

Murong Ziyun was puzzled: "But this old woman is obviously just a commoner, old and frail, and has no power to restrain the chicken, how can she have the ability to murder a martial arts master?"

"You and I are also martial arts masters, why are you also being a prisoner of others at this moment, allowing you to be a mermaid?" Lu Chen sneered.

Murong Ziyun breathed for a while, she didn't say anything for a long time, she regarded ordinary people as too simple, no wonder ordinary people said that the rivers and lakes were sinister, and people's hearts were not ancient. No matter how powerful the martial arts master is, but after all, he can't figure out people's hearts.

The old woman in the dark wooden house seemed to be old and frail, and in the eyes of others, she was an ordinary person. But she has a murderous heart, so it's not simple.

The so-called painting dragon and tiger is difficult to draw bones, knowing people and faces but not hearts.

A vicious heart is more dangerous than the most ferocious beasts in the world.

Who would have thought that in the countryside here, an old woman who was old and frail would have the ability to stun two martial arts masters and reduce them to prisoners. If you say it, I'm afraid no one will believe it!

"What should we do?" Murong Ziyun said weakly.

Lu Chen joked: "What should I do, cold salad!"

"In this situation, you still have to be in the mood to say cool things!" Murong Ziyun said angrily.