Lin Chong ran out not far away, and he didn't look back, but there were suddenly many more people in front of him, which still made Lin Chong stop and find a hidden place to hide first.

After Lin Zhong hid, his eyes were staring at the group of people who suddenly appeared, but he was still thinking about whether Li Weiming had run away, but there was still a trace of disdain, he originally thought that Li Weiming was going to fight back, he was secretly ready, but the result was good, Li Weiming ran away directly, if he hadn't reacted quickly, Lin Chong felt that he had been made a scapegoat, and was killed by those two barbarians.

When the group of people who suddenly appeared came closer, they could clearly see that they were all dressed in Shushan costumes, and the number of people was about a hundred, and then what Lin Chong saw was that they were camped at the foot of the mountain and made a fire, even if they were far away, they should be able to see it.

Lin Chong sighed, he was sure, there should be no one chasing after him, there were so many people in front, he was still waiting for Xie Chengxuan to come back, and he couldn't say that he had run too far, at most he would reach the top in one day, and he thought in his heart, this is already far away, and he should go back and see, at least, a glimpse in the distance.

Lin Chong stood up with his sword, and he found that he had been noticed by the group of people, so he sped up his speed, and the group of people did not come to chase him, and he was also relieved. But in fact, Li Weiming joined them and knew that it was Lin Chong, so he didn't care.

After Lin Zhong flew a certain distance, he slowed down, he was not in a hurry, and he had just eaten, so he was not suitable for strenuous exercise.

It was so slow, and by the time he arrived, it was already the next morning, but he didn't see Xie Chengxuan, but in front of the shack, he saw a scribe.

Lin Chong squinted, he didn't know the person in front of him, looking at his shabby appearance, maybe he was a beggar for food? But it's not like ah, how can a beggar who asks for food have this kind of elegance, Lin Chong couldn't figure it out, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and didn't pass for a while.

The scribe also noticed Lin Chong, smiled slightly, beckoned to Lin Chong, and motioned for Lin Chong to come over.

Looking at his body without spiritual power, Lin Zhong was not afraid, although he still had some doubts, but he still passed.

When the scribe saw Lin Zhong approaching, his voice was not loud and full of gentleness, and said, "Young man, do you know where the people in this house have gone?"

There was no one around for a long time, looking at the scribe's pale face, but his eyes gave people a sense of wisdom, and his thin body felt an unusual power after approaching, and he didn't know if it was his delusion.

Lin thought about it for a while, and then said, "I am, what's wrong?"

The scribe smiled and said, "Young man, don't be so vigilant, I'm just passing by to ask for something to eat, I've been walking for several days, and no one has seen it, so I don't see this house, so ......"

Lin Chong happened to be looking for something to eat at this time, but there were still some elf fish in the stream, there was no more, he looked at the scribe, his lips were already purple, not to mention, and his body was still a little trembling, Lin Chong looked at him and looked at it, and finally the justice in his heart suppressed his suspicions, and said: "You go into the house to sit down, I'll go and get some game and come back, it just so happens that I haven't had breakfast, let's eat together." With that, Lin Zhong stepped forward and gently pushed open the door and pointed to the stool in the room.

The scribe replied with some gratitude, "Then thank you young man." ”

Lin nodded, frowned, and left.

The scribe kept smiling at Lin Chong's back until he disappeared in front of his eyes, unable to see his figure clearly.

Lin Zhong flew around the forest and didn't see pheasants or hares, which was also annoying, but in the forest below, the stream was flowing from the shacks, and even at high altitude, you could see fish swimming.

Lin Chong smiled at the corner of his mouth and plunged down.

After a while, Lin Chong ran back with two big fish in his hand. The scribe sat quietly in the room, neither looking, but still calm in his eyes after seeing Lin Chong come back, Lin Chong's heart suddenly had a higher impression of him, this is not an ordinary person.

It was only after Lin Chong had set up a fire outside the house and grilled the fish that the scribe came out with two stools, handed one to Lin Chong, and sat the other on himself, at which point Lin Zhong noticed that his lips were not so chapped, and he must have drunk water by the stream.

The scribe suddenly spoke at this time, and said, "Young man, I see that your heavenly court is full, but your cheeks are slightly thin, your eyebrows are straight, but there are moles in the corners of your eyes, I'm afraid that your parents and relatives are no longer alive, right?"

Lin Chong turned his head and glanced at him, although he didn't know what he was going to do, but what he said was right, nodded, and continued to grill the fish.

The scribe smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Can you show me your palmistry, young man?"

Lin Chong looked at him, it shouldn't be anything, Lin Chong set up the fish and handed over his right hand.

The scribe looked at it for a moment, looked calm, pointed to Lin Chong's palm with his finger, and said, "Young man, have you seen this numerology line." Lin Zhong followed his point, but he didn't know what the mystery was, and asked, "What, is there any problem?"

The scribe smiled slightly, and said: "Your numerology is already difficult, it should be at the beginning, you have suffered a great calamity, so there is a shortcoming, and there are many forks, and the involvement must be deep, most of the people around you are involved." Can you give me your left hand again?"

Lin Chong was a little surprised, this scribe can still look at the face, and this look has to look at the two hands? But what he said was right, after a moment of silence, Lin Chong handed over his left hand.

The two contrasted for a moment, and the scribe sighed lightly and said: "The right is the front, the left is the back, you are ill-fated, but fortunately, you are in the big position, but there are fine lines to live, so that the numerology is connected, and the vitality is infinite, but it is also fortunate in misfortune." ”

Lin Chong looked at him and said, "I wonder if Mr. can have any way to crack it?" At this time, Lin Chong almost believed it, so he asked.

The scribe shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "I have already said that numerology is connected, and the vitality is infinite, young man, you must be excellent in this life, why do you need to ask me how to crack it." ”

While they were talking, the fish had already been roasted, and Lin Chong remembered to go to the condiment in the house, stood up, walked in, and when he came out with his things, the scribe was gone.

Lin Chong shook his head, the figure of the scribe could not be seen at all, and he could not feel the existence of spiritual power on him at all, Lin Chong fell into confusion for a while.

In the end, hunger prevailed over all, and Lin Zhong began to eat the fish.

However, if Lin Chong still has memories of his early years, or Xie Chengxuan is here, he will definitely remember that this is the scribe at the beginning, the scribe who said those words.