The shadow of death that shrouded the entire Wanjie City finally disappeared, and the prestige of Mo Xiaohao, the "Python Northern Beggar Beggar" who successfully got rid of the strange ghosts, was also pushed to the extreme.

In the next few days, there were torrential rains in Wanjie City from time to time, but such rain could not stop people's excitement, and the name of the chivalrous beggar was praised by everyone.

Yi Feng originally thought that next, the Bake Gang and Beihualou would definitely use their influence in Wanjie City to search for himself and Lan Lan with all their might, but this was not the case. The whole city seemed to have forgotten them, and although the fear caused by the strange spirits had been lifted, the dark corners of the darkness that no one paid attention to were a continuous stream of swords and swords.

Yi Feng didn't know what was going on, but with the acumen of the people in the rivers and lakes, he sensed that two huge forces were wrestling with Wanjie City as the center, and every day, people died because of it.

This is a fight that belongs to the people of the rivers and lakes, although there are far more people who die than ghosts, but maybe they are used to it, and the impact on ordinary people is not so huge.

The vendetta in the rivers and lakes is intensifying, this is a martial arts storm that even the government does not dare to mix, although it also allows Yi Feng to get rid of the threat of the heavenly bird rudder to a certain extent, let alone worry about the large-scale search for him and Lan Lan.

On that day, the torrential rain was pouring down, Yi Feng held an oil umbrella, stood in the torrential rain, and looked up at the bulletin board in front of him. The rain came down from the tiles on the railing, brushed down in rows, and hit the oil umbrella, and it was fluffy.

Heaven and earth were blurred, the scene near and far, all became hazy, across a street, in a secluded alley, there were more than a dozen people fighting each other, some fell, some ran, the blood was carried by the rain, flowed into the ditch, and was soon diluted, as if it had never existed.

The search announcement issued by Beihualou has been revoked, and only in the corner, a note reads "Broken Maple Ancient City!

Yi Feng knew that this was written by Jiaojiao to him, and Jiaojiao told him that if he wanted Xiaohong, he would take Lanlan and go to the ancient city of Broken Maple to change people.

Yi Feng guessed that Jiaojiao was not afraid that he would not change at all, compared to Lan Lan, who had almost nothing to do with him, Honghong had been with him for a long time after all, just like his sister.

Jiaojiao knew that he couldn't leave Xiaohong alone.

If it weren't for Xiaohong, he wouldn't even appear in Wanjie City.

Yi Feng wore a coat and held an oil umbrella and walked on the street. Dealers hurrying to and from carts, warriors with hats on their chests in their hands. In the distance, someone ran out of the alley, and was soon cut to the ground by several people who chased him, and the body was dragged into the alley.

The city in the rainstorm is noisy, but it is extraordinarily quiet, it does not stop fighting for a moment, but everything is so ordinary and unusual.

Turning around, passing through the streets and alleys, and reaching a place where no one is around, he becomes more and more cautious, avoiding any possibility of being tracked as much as possible.

Eventually, he came to a vacant waste.

In the room, Lan Lan knelt quietly on the carpet and listened, perhaps already in the frenzied rain, hearing his footsteps, his return, did not cause her panic.

The oil umbrella was placed under this eaves, and the rainwater rolled down the tip of the umbrella to the ground, overflowing a puddle of water. Yi Feng took off his coat and paced in front of the wooden box, on which was a drawing, and next to the drawing was his simple telescope.

This drawing was carefully drawn by him in the past few days using a telescope and blue hearing. The outline of the wide courtyard is drawn on it, the trajectory of the perimeter soldiers patrolling, the guards in the house according to the direction of the point, one by one, and a few dotted lines, outlined on the drawings.

Looking at the drawings, he said slowly: "There is not much time, I will go tonight!"

The girl didn't speak, but he knew she was listening.

He continued: "I will definitely come back, I promise you! No matter what, I will not leave you alone! I will not leave Xiaohong behind!"

The wind is wild, the rain is chaotic, and on ordinary days, extraordinary noises, thunder, and a thunderbolt falls from the clouds, shaking the earth.

During the day, for a while, the rain was much lighter, and at night, the rain came again. In the northern part of Wanjie City, the well-guarded mansion and the tall city wall enclose a large area in it, and in such a large shower, the soldiers who dare not relax are patrolling on time and on time.

On the arrow towers at the four corners, warriors with bows and arrows look out in the rain, and the undulating buildings and the high walls in the distance are blurred in the night and showers.

In a river in the east, there was a teenager who jumped into the rising river, and with the splash of the water, the low-level magic weapon called Zhaoshui Jade Jiao turned into a dragon, relying on its ability, the boy did not have any constraints, and came and went in the water.

The dragon's eyes shot beams of light, illuminating his front. Following the route that I had memorized in my heart, I swam for about two miles and then turned into a waterway. The top had been sealed off by stone slabs, and the showers were hitting the stone slabs above, and the whole waterway was echoing.

In front, an iron fence blocked there, and the young man held the palm thunder in his hand, waiting patiently, and with the flash of light behind him, he punched out. In the night sky, under the lightning, in the waterways, thunder shook, lightning and thunder overlapped, deafening.

After passing through three iron fences in succession, he entered a beautiful garden, and he peeked out at the edge of a small pavilion in the garden and looked around. The silver snake flashes among the dark clouds, illuminating the beautiful scenery in the garden, carved railings and jade masonry, water pavilion towers, flower beds such as clusters, and the structure is exquisite.

In a loft in the distance, a young girl was lying on a couch, looking haggard, and from time to time there was a flash of electricity outside the pane, and thunder came from a distance. She coughed sharply and whispered to her maid: "Rong'er, pour me some water!"

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

She raised her voice: "Rong'er, Rong'er?"

Holding the couch with weak hands, looking out of the door, pop, pop, there was the sound of the door being blown by the wind, the lightning flashed, and a figure stood at the door, looking at her coldly. The girl's pupils were dilated, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her eyes were wide open.

It was a man, a man, who was able to come to her room?

In her horror, she finally saw that it was a young man, with a sword on his back, and the lightning flashed behind him, causing his reflection to come into the house, breaking into her territory and invading her boudoir.

Slowly raised his head, the side of his face looked cold in the ups and downs of light and shadow, his eyes were dim and dark, and the void room was electrified, slightly murderous, slightly cold.

"It's you!" she exclaimed. I never thought that he would be here at such a time, how did he get in? Why, did he appear in such a place?

The young man with the knife on his back looked at her lightly, his voice and roaring thunder, like sharp arrows, penetrated people's hearts: "County Lord, I haven't seen you for a long time, you'd better not call!"

The tone gradually became mocking: "Or maybe you cut your throat...... It's useless!" At this moment, he felt like a villain.