Walking on the street was a figure carrying a sword, looking like a wandering ranger without a job from a distance. If you look closer, you can find a little trace of blood on his body.

No matter how careful you are, a bloody fight will stain a little blood.

Unless it's those sword cultivators in the magical story who take people's lives for thousands of miles, it's hard to kill people without blood.

He Shang walked on the street, holding a three-foot sword and carrying a sack. His eyes were slightly wary, and there was scrutiny in his eyes when he looked around.

He was careful, because there was a crossbow machine in the burlap bag.

Although Liucheng does not prohibit swords, crossbows are strictly forbidden!

Because the crossbow machine occupies a lot of space, it cannot be carried directly in the arms, and it is inconvenient to carry. But the value is not cheap, there is no special way to get it, and it has a high lethality.

So He Shang hesitated many times, but after all, he still didn't throw this "burden" into the ditch.

He only fell in love with this crossbow machine on a spur of the moment, and he didn't expect it to cause trouble.

It occupies a large space and cannot be carried around. And because it's contraband, it can't be exposed in court, which is really troublesome.

In desperation, He Shang could only find a large burlap bag and stuff the crossbow machine into this.

In order not to make it obvious, a large number of rags were stuffed as cover.

After a large handful of rags were stuffed in, a bloated bag appeared. From the outside, it is impossible to tell what exactly is inside.

After everything was taken care of, He Shang left the family that had been affected by the disaster.

Fortunately, he fled a long distance along the remote alley, which gave him at least a sense of security.

It is also thanks to his half-step qi training strength, and his hand and foot kung fu can be regarded as a mortal thief. He can sneak into a house in broad daylight and steal what he needs.

Of course, this strange case is destined to make people's heads hurt, because he does not steal property, and he does not know the owner of the house. But that's all for later.

After getting ready, He Shang had a large bag tied to his back and a three-foot sword inserted into the scabbard in his left hand. The clothes on the body were briefly treated, and there were no obvious blood marks.

Swaggering down the street, who would have thought that his hands would be stained with many lives? With a big bag tied to his back, who would have thought that this bloated bag contained a crossbow machine?

Carrying a burden with contraband, with a few lives just stained on his hands, he is likely to be hunted down, but walking on the street openly, the taste is really exciting!

There are many pedestrians on the street, and from time to time there are patrol knives coming and going, but He Shang walks on the street as if nothing happened.

He noticed some anomalies, such as a noticeable increase in the number of street patrol knives.

This is to hunt down and search for yourself?

He can't be sure, but he can't deny it either.

After thinking about it for a long time, He Shang could only come to one conclusion - the water is really deep!

From the rich building to the lavish banquet of thugs, to the many thugs rampant on the streets, there are no street patrol knives to inquire about interference. And these sophisticated weapons and the crossbow machines and talisman arrows behind Fuguilou are not available in ordinary ways.

Not to mention the slaughter of the ingots gambling house in the back, it is simply wanton killing and trampling on the king's law.

On the other hand, on the side of the Ingot Treasure Casino, immortal cultivators have all appeared.

In short, the waters of this battle are deep!

It's really frightening to connect with the movements of today's street patrol knives.

"I'm afraid it's really a fight between two big shots!"

He Shang whispered, looking at the street patrol knives on the street, and couldn't help but feel empty in his heart.

Only the big man can have such great energy, only the big man can command a dog-legged charge, and only the big man can ignore the rules of Liucheng. Thinking of this, He Shang's heart became more and more empty.

He was involved in this bloody battle, and now he has a forbidden substance hidden on his back. betrayed Fuguilou, and got into trouble with the Yuanbao Gambling House, and it is likely to be remembered by immortal cultivators.

I was really weak, and the sword in my hand was unconsciously clenched for three points.

Although these street patrol knives are likely to be for show, and although this kind of change is likely to be just perfunctory to some people, He Shang still feels very uneasy.

This sense of uneasiness made He Shang make up his mind to perform some acts.

Looking left and right, He Shang gritted his teeth, shrank into the street on the side of the street, and slipped into the alley.

After a while, another figure slipped out from the alley at the other end.

A young man with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, holding a sword in his hand and carrying a burden on his back.

Transfiguration is one of the abilities of the Demon Devouring Technique, which can change the cultivator's appearance into that of a devoured person. But it's not just limited to prey that has been devoured, you can also fabricate a face out of thin air.

Changed his appearance, but not his clothes. However, thinking that the clothes on my body are just ordinary clothes that can be seen everywhere, there is no need to change them.

Walking down the street, perhaps because the sense of security can be increased after the disguise, the sense of unease in He Shang's heart has decreased.

He went back down the street, not slowly, but not fast. Because the street patrol knives are wandering the streets, if they look in a hurry, it is tantamount to asking for trouble.

Exhaled slightly, and inhaled another breath of gastronomic air. There was a grunt in the abdomen, and it was already the dissatisfied cooing of the songworm in the abdomen.

I only ate a bowl of white noodles early this morning, and I have been participating in the battle with the ingots gambling house, where have I chewed half of the food?

Fighting and killing is a physically demanding thing, that is to say...... He Shang was hungry.

Smelling the smell of the food stalls on the street, the worms in the stomach screamed again.

He Shang wanted to fill his empty stomach, but he couldn't eat it.

He hadn't forgotten his identity as a fugitive, how could he sit on the side of the stall and eat and drink like this?

After overcoming the hunger in his belly, he could only rush farther away.