I hung the corpses of the two dead warriors high in the tree, and the wind direction was from north to south, and the smell of blood from the corpses could reach the nose of Wang Qinian's Jindan warrior relatively quickly.

Due to unexpected circumstances, my plans had to be changed slightly.

I can't simply think that the two Tsukiki samurai were killed by me, and the little black room was completely out of danger.

In fact, regardless of the life or death of the two Tsukiki samurai, after they came here, the small black room has been exposed.

I've heard and seen a lot of this method of searching when I was in the gang.

If I were an indigenous general, and I wanted to scout or sweep an area, I would have to cast a wide net and make an appointment with each group of people for feedback. Regardless of whether the net is in place or not, if there is no feedback at the appointed time, it will concentrate manpower on this blind spot of lost intelligence.

- Dead people will use their own deaths to prove that there is a problem with the area they are searching.

I gave up my intention to leave a note for Wang Qinian, as it might reveal information to the enemy that they did not expect—it was impossible to tell whether it was the natives who sent a reconnaissance team again, or whether Wang Qinian arrived first.

I think this time it is two Zhuji, and next time it may not be impossible for Aung San Suhui from the middle level of Jindan to come in person, and it will be a vicious battle that I cannot intervene in at the current level.

It's okay for me to sneak away like this, Wang Qinian may judge that I am dodging after encountering the indigenous samurai, after all, the big map in my hand has the location of two other secret strongholds, and he will not worry that I have no place to hide, and it will save him a worry.

As for Wang Qinian himself, he must concentrate on dealing with the sudden attack of Aung San Baohui, and he will not have time to take care of me in the short term. When I find Murong Zhi and come back, it'll be as if nothing happened. If he asked, I would have said that I had been hiding for a few more days.

After thinking about it safely, I chose to take the southwest mountain road and secretly bypassed the sentry of the mountain patrol team. Wang Qinian will definitely pass by me - if he has time to think of me, then he should also go to the other two secret bases in the east and northeast to find me, and he will not take this road.

I put on the wisteria armor of the thin samurai outside, and used the bone spear he left behind as a weapon (the other bone spear I broke when I stabbed the fat samurai, and his muscles were still hard when he was dying and resisting, and the mortal soldier was scrapped after only a dozen strokes).

......

The dark night is my best cover, I originally wanted to get out of the top of the Falling Star Mountain as fast as possible, but the fierce battle just now actually hurt me a lot, so I had to rest and walk, trying to pick up hidden grass or dense ancient trees.

After walking about ten miles, I heard the sound of the blades intersecting again,

In the distance, I saw a young Chinese soldier (with his hair in a bun) fighting three indigenous warriors with their heads tied into a bird's nest.

Sure enough, this time the natives' nets were cast very wide, and it took me an hour to get here, and their individual teams went ten miles deeper.

These four people fought with all their might, and their qi was no longer hidden, and all of them burst out.

- The four of them will have internal strength, and the qi of the three indigenous warriors is the realm of the upper level of internal strength, and the Chinese soldier is the middle level of internal strength.

The creep's weapon was not a bone spear, but a blackened dagger, a rare piece of metal on the island.

Martial arts is an inch short, an inch is dangerous.

The young man used a dagger to parry three elusive poisoned bone spears, which was originally a desperate gamble, not to mention that the qi of the three samurai was stronger than him. If you parry like this, you won't take ten breaths, and it will definitely be over.

I was seriously injured, and I didn't want to help him, so I had to silently save the respect for this young man.

But after ten breaths, he hadn't collapsed.

The three natives, who had clearly the upper hand, retreated with some cringe.

I couldn't help but be curious, and quietly approached them to watch the battle.

I noticed a native samurai still standing in the grass.

Most of the muscles on the corpse's face were deformed, swollen like steamed buns from a steamer, his eyes were starkly open, and he only had a visible cut on his back and neck.

It turned out that the young man's dagger was coated with poison that was more powerful than the five-step murder snake! It should have killed a samurai first, otherwise it would be the four upper echelons of internal strength who are besieging him now!

I fell in love with the boy.

It's no wonder that the anger of these three samurai is hesitating, the poison of this dagger will kill them if they cut through the skin!

- However, Shunshui Town has such a powerful poison, why is it only used now? Everyone should have a little smear on their bone spears?

The boy shouldn't be able to die, no, he can kill those three people.

I had a strong hunch.

"Poof!poof!"

The three bone spears pierced the young man's heart, abdomen, and legs from the heart.

Just now, it was all broken!

Without waiting for the three of them to calm their consternation,

The boy had already raccoon on one of the samurai facing him, and made a circle around his neck.

The dagger ran through the neck of a samurai like a piece of paper, and a head rolled down in a dripping manner, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Blood spurted from the headless corpse

Is it so easy to cut off a person's head and neck, even with bones and flesh, and he is also a martial artist at the top of his internal strength!

The middle-level teenager of the inner strength does not have such perverted strength, it should be all the power of that dagger.

This...... This...... Even the body of a Jindan warrior can chop a top-grade divine soldier-level dagger like a vegetable, I have only seen one.

"Murong Zhi!" I called softly.

"Impossible!"

"Youkai!"

My voice was drowned out by the dying screams of the other two samurai who followed, but it was still heard by the boy.

He came towards me under the pretense of examining the corpse, and suddenly he hurried closer to the place where I was hiding, and shouted:

"Who!

But it is a male duck-like boy's voice changing voice, not Murong Zhi's graceful voice like a silver bell.

His face was also mediocre, almost as lackluster as my passerby's face.

Then I thought about the key to it.

He tore off his human skin mask and walked out of the bushes

"Hey, how did you get here?"

I muttered.

She pinched my wrist hard,

"You've had so much fun this month, Yuan Jiankong. ”

- I finally relented that she shouldn't have been transgendered. The beauty voice comforted me more than the vengeful pain in my wrist.

"So I've finally run away to find you. I've been locked up in a small dark room for a long time this month by a big pervert, and it's a long story, let's leave the top of the mountain and talk about it - the human skin mask you wore for passers-by, your voice just now was ?...... I guess it's a common ventriloquist used by killers?"

Murong Zhi pulled away the hand I wanted to rub her face with oil,

"That's right. ”

She tore off Passerby B's mask as well.

The evening breeze was blowing, and I stared at her water-cutting eyes, and the thoughts of a month came flooding back.

It's really hard to talk about this feeling, I wanted to say a lot, but my tongue was knotted, and it just became a sentence that I didn't understand.

"Hello, I'm okay too. ”

"Huh?"

Murong Zhi winked at me, then thought for a moment and said,

"But we can't go first, the master wants us to wait for him. ”

Countless bubbles of doubt bubbled up in my heart.

"It's Wang Qinian. ”