"In pairs, disperse patrols, and assemble here in two hours. ”

When the leader had said this, he dismissed the twelve on the spot, and sat down under the tree to rest.

Hu Zhou casually picked two people to follow, and he just noticed that these people were not only dressed in black, but also wore black demon masks on their faces, which looked quite bluffing.

After these patrols were scattered farther away, Huzhou began to move.

He quietly pulled out the flying knife that Yue Shuaishuai gave him, and with a flick of his hand, he stuck it straight into the back of the head of one of the patrolmen.

The patrolman's body froze, and then he fell to the ground with a "bang".

The other patrolman was startled, and instantly drew the iron sword at his waist.

But before he could do anything, Hu Zhou kicked his feet and rushed out quickly, and when his body passed the patrolman, the knife wiped his neck with a slight wave.

Having dealt with the two low-ranking monks almost effortlessly, Hu Zhou pulled off the clothes of the first patrol soldier and put them on his body, because the flying knife pierced his head directly, so his mask was also broken, and he had to take the mask off the face of the second patrolman.

After patting the mud on the clothes of the two people when they fell to the ground just now, Hu Zhou put on the clothes of the second patrol soldier for the first patrol soldier, and the throwing knife was not pulled out.

After hiding the body of the second patrolman, Hu Zhou picked up the body of the first patrol soldier and walked back.

When he came here just now, he walked for about twenty minutes, and Hu Zhou silently calculated the distance in his heart, and when he was still a few hundred meters away from the place where the leader was resting, he stopped, and hung the body of the patrol soldier on a tree branch, and Hu Zhou himself squatted on a thick branch.

Standing tall and looking far away.

Hu Zhou had been counting the time since the group of patrols was disbanded, and it had been about fifty minutes by now, and after another ten minutes, the other patrols should have gone back.

In order to make his lie more true, he made a hidden mark on the tree with the corpse hanging from the branch, and after carefully looking at the surroundings, he ran away in the other direction.

Hu Zhou used all his speed and almost no one could see clearly, and when he skipped a group of patrols, the two people just felt a gust of wind blowing around them.

In front of him was another group of patrol soldiers, Hu Zhou quickly wiped the neck of one of them with a knife in his hand, and rushed away.

Then, after wandering around the eyes of the remaining patrolmen, he returned to the tree from before.

He climbed up the tree, took the corpse from the branch, and calculated that the time was almost two hours, and slowly walked back with the corpse on his back.

When approaching the meeting place, Hu Zhou ran up with a "da-da-da", looking back while running, as if he was avoiding someone's pursuit, and at the same time he also made a panting appearance, and when he ran in front of the leader, the whole person fell to the ground "as soon as his legs were weak", and the corpse on his back also rolled to the ground.

"What's going on?!" Seeing Hu Zhou's appearance, the leader suddenly stood up from the ground, pulled out the sword pinned to his waist, and asked Hu Zhou in the eyes.

The villain mask on Hu Zhou's face covered most of his face, except for his nostrils and eyes.

And Hu Zhou was probably born to be an actor, his eyes were particularly flustered, and he kept pointing in the direction he ran over: "Yes... There are enemies!"

Hu Zhou didn't know what the expression of the leader was, but he still took two steps towards that side, and came back after finding that there was no movement.

Just as he was about to take off the mask on the corpse, suddenly two more patrols ran back, both running alone, and on his back, there was a corpse on his back.

"Huh?!" the leader slammed to his feet, his sword stuck on the ground, "what the hell is going on!"

The words in the mouths of the two out of breath patrol soldiers were similar to what Hu Zhou said, they were all on the way back, when they suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around them, and then the person next to them fell......

Immediately afterward, the remaining patrolmen also returned, and they were all surprised to see the three corpses lying on the ground.

After listening to the process repeated by the three of Huzhou, everyone's eyes widened, saying that they also felt a gust of wind for a moment!

But they look at me, and I look at you, except these three men on the earth...... No one else died.

"Why were the three of them killed?" said one of the patrolmen, his voice trembling.

The other seemed calmer, only to see him touch his mask and say, "Is it a personal vendetta?"

"How could it be. The third patrol patted the second on the shoulder and said disdainfully, "On this planet, there are only people from our Demon Dao, and the people of the Imperial Sect and the Crazy Sect will only have personal enmities? ”

"Not true. One of the patrolmen spoke, "If someone from the Imperial Faction sneaks in, how can no one find out? This place is already very close to the Western Military Region, how can he come in under heavy and strict surveillance?" I think...... It may be done by our people, so it should really be a personal vendetta. ”

The leader, who had not spoken, waved his hand at this time, signaling everyone to stop talking, Hu Zhou saw that the two people around him seemed to be greatly stimulated and did not say a word, and he had to follow their example and sit on the ground with his head bowed.

"Take off the masks of the three of them first. The leader pointed to the three corpses on the ground and said to the three people in Huzhou.

Hu Zhou turned his head and saw that the two men had obediently taken off the masks on the corpse next to them, so he also reached out and took off the mask on the face of the patrolman who had been pierced through the head by a throwing knife of his own.

"Huh?" Just after Hu Zhou took off his mask, he heard the leader's strange snort, and the eyes of the others seemed to be focused on his face at once.

Hu Zhou was just about to open his mouth to ask what was wrong with them, but the sword in the leader's hand was directly against Hu Zhou's forehead: "Stand up." ”

Hu Zhou stood up obediently, he raised his hands, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter? The corpse you brought back is Bi Qiu, and the group with Bi Qiu is Liu Shi. However, Liu Shi is a mute. ”

"So, who the hell are you?!"