Fang Zhongjin followed the two sneaky men who were like rats in the inn all the way. I saw the two of them all the way around the corner, and walked to the remote place.

Eventually, the houses were thinning, and even the roads under their feet were flooded with rotten grass, and they had become faint and faint. Eventually, the two walked into a withered patch of grass. This deserted place, and their figures are completely blocked by the long grass, is an excellent place for plotting against the law.

One of them felt that he had been far enough away, so he said to the other, "Don't go, just leave it here." What do you see in the baggage?"

The other smiled and said, "This kid looks dirty, but the burden is not heavy." With that, he smiled and took out a burden from the big padded jacket. That burden is the one that Fang Zhongjin carried on his back.

Both of them are habitual thieves, and they want to know how much money and possessions the traveler has on them, and they don't need to look at anything else, but only look at the weight of the baggage.

Today's passers-by are more eye-catching than in the past. I also know that I can't wear too much when I go out. Just against the richly dressed people, there are too few such fat sheep. Even if you wait for ten days and half a month, I don't know if you can meet again.

And there are just some people who think they are smart, and they wear simple clothes, but the burden on their backs is often very light.

Nine times out of ten, such a person is also a fat sheep, and he also thinks that he has some experience in the rivers and lakes. For habitual thieves like them, it is just a touch of accuracy.

You must know that although the poor people in the world have no money, they have extremely heavy burdens when they go out. In order to avoid going hungry outside and not having the money to go to restaurants and inns, they always try to stuff their baggage with steamed buns and dry food.

These are all solid and hungry things, and at the critical moment, you can find a random corner and break down the house, and you can rely on these to survive a night. So the real poor man has a heavy burden. If you see their bent bodies from afar, you know that there is nothing to do.

And now this burden is bulging and light, and it has no weight. There's only one possibility—it's full of silver tickets!

These two men knew that they had made a fortune this time. Both of them were smiling happily and gearing up. Happy face burned like fire in the cold weather.

It's just that the burden is wrapped around these strange knots, and the knots are so tight that the man in the cotton jacket can't untie them no matter what.

The flat-nosed man looked red anxiously and said, "Give it to me." After that, he snatched the burden and repeatedly pulled two handfuls on the baggage knot, but it still couldn't be opened.

He simply no longer cares about the baggage, but wants to tear the baggage directly. But this furoshiki is made of no matter what kind of leather it is made of, and no matter how he pulls it, it will not move at all.

The man in the padded jacket snorted and said, "What the hell is this? Can that fool untie it?"

At this time, they suddenly heard a man's voice say coldly: "This is the sail knot, I can naturally untie it." Do you want me to teach you?"

The two thin men were shocked when they heard this sudden remark. It was icy and snowy, and there was even a cold sweat on his back. As soon as they turned their heads to look at the person who was speaking, they saw a tall man, dressed in a leather jacket and cotton trousers, and his hood covered his face with only a pair of eyes. Who is not the one in the inn who was burdened by them?

Nose still didn't believe it in his heart, tried to bluff him, and said, "The dead barbarian is so bold, he actually followed here." As he spoke, he pulled out his fist, as if he was going to punch the incoming man in the nose.

It's just that as soon as his fist was raised, it was firmly grasped by the comer. He earned two earns, but he didn't move. Only then did the man with a flat nose know that he had encountered a hard hand, and he turned his head to look at another man in a padded jacket.

The man in the cotton jacket and the man with a flat nose are compatriots, they have eaten and lived together since they were children, and their hearts have long been practiced. As soon as he saw that his brother was grabbed by his fist, he looked around indiscriminately, but there were no sticks or anything else. I had to jump up and try to kick the person in the back of the heart.

It's a pity that the person who came looked like he had long eyes on his back. He didn't turn around, but leaned down casually and grabbed the padded man's ankle. With a twist of his hand, he sent his strength forward. The man in the padded jacket looked at his huge body and shot out like a big leather ball.

There was a "bang", and the head of the man in the padded jacket was 'inserted' straight into the mud. He felt a sharp pain in his skull, and struggled to pull his head out of the mud puddle he had knocked out. When I looked at it again, it was blood-red. It turned out that the wound on his forehead was bleeding and stained his eye sockets red.

The man in the padded jacket was flustered, he couldn't see what his head looked like now. I only felt unbearable pain and almost fainted. In the end, he still had a trace of sobriety, and he touched a few handfuls of dirt on the ground and wiped it off the most painful part of his head, saying that he must stop the bleeding first anyway.

As for continuing to rush forward and flank the attack, this will never dare to be sent to death again. Although he almost fainted from pain now, he still crouched in the long grass and didn't dare to take a breath. For fear of being discovered by this living Hades, send him to see the real Hades.

One of the fists of the other man with a slumped-nose was still firmly pinched in his hand, and even the bones were about to be crushed by him. Seeing that his brother couldn't sneak attack, he was thrown out by this ghost-like person, and there was no sound. How could he not be afraid of himself?

The man with a flat nose asked in a trembling voice, "The good man spares his life." It's the two of us who have eyes and no beads, and they collide with heroes. Please let us live, and then we won't dare to make a 'cheapness!'

When Fang Zhongjin heard this, he didn't let go of the wrist of the man with a flat nose, and only asked in a cold voice, "Are you here for the Shura Dojo?"

The reason why he asked this was because he found out that these two men were not locals. And they are openly stealing, and the locals seem to be defenseless. Apparently they were new to the place. Such a person may be running for some "Shura Dojo".

He had heard the strange woman who came at night say that the "Shura Dojo" was designed to collect strange people from all over the world. Then the "three hands" can barely be regarded as a "craft work".

The man with a sink-nosed nose said as if he had suddenly realized, "Is the hero also here to join the Inhuman Pavilion?" and he felt that something was wrong in his heart after he said this. This person is so skilled, no matter what sect he mixes in the rivers and lakes, his life should be quite nourishing. The baggage on his body is obviously all silver tickets, which confirms his guess.

Whether it's this Inhuman Pavilion or the Shura Dojo, they don't know much kung fu like this, and only people with some skills will use their brains. So what is this man here for?

Although the man with a flat nose was controlled by others at the moment, he still couldn't help but look at Fang Zhongjin with suspicious eyes, and he didn't know what to think about in his heart.