Of course, it is also possible that none of these three people are Chu He, and he can't even be sure whether Chu He is here or not.

But in a passive situation, he still came, and he never believed that Chu He would do such a meaningless thing.

So he didn't show up, just watched quietly.

This night, Chu He did not show the horse's feet, Li Wenshuo did not move all night, just sat on the slope and sat all night, the horse thief slept, Li Wenshuo also slept, at dawn, he left, after all, no one is blind, just sitting on the slope, it is too obvious.

In the daytime, the horse thief was gone, and he stepped on his horse, carrying his sword, and shouted all the way away.

Whether it is the wasteland inside the pass or the grassland outside the pass, there are horse thieves, who come and go like the wind, burning, killing and plundering all kinds of evil, which is the general impression of people.

Since they are horse thieves, they must have horses, which is the fundamental difference between them and ordinary bandits and robbers.

They have no fixed place to live, only the horse is where they should be, and without the horse, the horse thief loses his soul.

Li Wenshuo didn't leave, because no matter how you look at it, no matter how clean the horse thieves go, it is impossible for them to give up this feng shui treasure after all.

If Lee Wen-seok is a horse thief, he will also come back.

He closed his eyes slightly and took a short break.

The gentle little south wind, with the coolness of the rain and the fragrant fragrance of the earth, swept away the fatigue of the body.

Why did Chu He ask him to come here?

This question couldn't be figured out, because he didn't have any intersection with Chu He at all, and the only reason he could think of was to avenge the old man immediately, but he always felt that it wouldn't be so simple.

After all, when he killed the old man, the other party had almost no power to resist, not because there was none, but because the other party was too weak.

Of course, maybe he couldn't feel it, the strength of those two unusually tall giants was also not weak, but he still couldn't detect their breath.

Thinking of this, Li Wenshuo was shocked, and suddenly remembered that he had ignored the old man, although the other party was dead, dead under his own sword, but he always felt that he should not ignore him.

Is he not dead at all?

But this is absolutely impossible, the old man's body has been thrown into the fire, with the flames in the sky turned to ashes, even if it is really a master, at most a few relics will be burned, how can it be impossible to live.

His mind became more and more confused, and his fingers couldn't help but start rubbing the hilt of the sword, and the somewhat rough scabbard, as if he might draw the sword at any moment.

At dusk, the sunset was round, big, and brilliant, with a circle of gold, and slowly sank to the end of the earth, and according to the people of this world, the sun went down into the ice sea of the far north, and he was eager to see it if he had the chance.

Li Wenshuo sat there, his waist straight, facing the sun, and began to breathe.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, accompanied by the familiar shrill howl, and sure enough, the horse thieves reappeared in view.

Li Wenshuo subconsciously looked over, and his body suddenly shook, only to see that the dozen or so riders led by him had blood on their knives, iron armor under their buttocks, and excitement flashed on their faces that could not be concealed.

The bald man at the front, with a petite girl in front of him, looked dressed up, should be a barbarian.

This is the rule of the wasteland, the law of the jungle, the strong live, the weak die, the world has always been like this, but here, everything is expressed in the most straightforward form.

He thought so, staring at the weeping maiden, and told himself that in the wasteland, this was a common thing, and that the horse thieves had lived on it for thousands of years, and there was nothing to care about.

But his hand was still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and he regretted it, he should have thought that if the horse thief did not have a target, then how could he have sent.

I should follow the past, no matter who died, their death should have been prevented by myself.

But can he still do it now?

Once he makes a move, his previous efforts will be wasted, and he will be completely exposed to the trap of Chu He, and even all this may be a trap to lure him to make a move.

He suddenly had a twitch in his brain, and he glanced at the woman, and said in his heart that this woman would not be pretended by Chu He.

But it's okay not to look at it, this time, he suddenly found that he had seen this woman, it was the barbarian girl who was blowing the bones on the vast battlefield a few nights ago, so the dead person was the guard beside her?

It was the enemy who died, and when he thought of this, he felt a little better inexplicably.

Li Wenshuo suddenly felt a little hungry, only to realize that he had been thinking about things all day, his heart was so messy that he forgot to eat, but in the middle of the night, where could he find food in the wasteland?

Listening to the faint noise below, my stomach began to growl.

Then there was a slight thud in his ears, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was a viper almost the same color as the ground, crawling slowly past him, slowly, approaching him, and then slowly moving away, as if he were a stone.

He sat cross-legged alone in the darkness, and the shrill laughter and unique noise of the group of horse thieves by the fire in the distance came intermittently, and he sighed, rubbed his fingers on the hilt of his sword, turned his head, closed his eyes, and felt that his heart had become a stone.

He couldn't see with his eyes, but he could hear with his ears, and faintly, he heard the woman's shrill cry.

"Help, let go of me!" the woman's voice grew more and more poignant, like a ghost crying in the dark night, like the dull voice of the bones.

"Haha, this is quite strong, fourth, come over and help hold her!"

Li Wenshuo suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword, got up and turned around, and his blood surged.

He is really still the swordsman who can't bear his temperament and just wants to wander the rivers and lakes.

......

The bald man threw the bone chopping knife aside at this moment, locked the girl's wrist with one hand like an iron hoop, and tore the clothes on the girl's chest with the other hand.

A hideous smile appeared on the face of the leader of the horse thieves, and he tore off the snow-white lambskin of the girl, revealing the snow-like skin underneath, and then he was slightly startled.

A low chirp resounded in the wasteland, and the songs and laughter of insects and birds turned into a dead silence in an instant.

The leader of the horse thieves had his eyes wide open and covered his throat with his hands, as if to stop the blood from flowing from it.

Tuoba Ying was also stunned, but she was not afraid, she had seen a lot of dead people and too much blood since she was a child, not to mention, she wished that the person in front of her would die earlier.

Wrapping his chest tightly with his shirt with both hands, he raised his head, only to find that there was a pale blue ancient sword floating in front of him.

Looking around, the eyes of the people around him widened, and their pupils were full of fear and at a loss.

These fierce horse thieves, they don't know what happened, the leader who always charges ahead is dead, and this is really not a big deal for them, because people always have to die.

Every day in the wasteland, all kinds of people die for a variety of reasons.

They were real outlaws, but now, they only saw a sword, which was beyond their comprehension.

In the face of the unknown, they trembled and became weak.

Tuoba Ying turned her head to look at the ancient sword in front of her again, the sword was trembling, cheering, she could clearly feel that this sword was alive, she couldn't understand it, so her eyes widened, staring straight at the mottled patterns on the sword, there seemed to be some kind of magic on it, which made people immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

Her gaze swept from the sword body to the hilt, slightly stunned, and at some point there was a snow-white slender hand on the hilt, and then she found that a Central Plains swordsman dressed in white was standing in front of her, with his back to her.

Li Wenshuo let out a long breath and looked around, trying to see something from people's reactions, but in the end he still found nothing.

Whether it was the rest of the horse thieves, or the three people he had noticed earlier, their faces were full of shock.

Is Chu He not here at all, or are they hiding it too well?

Li Wenshuo couldn't be sure of this, but he knew that since he had already made a move, there was no need to hide it.