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After everyone left, he gritted his teeth and struggled out of the "Fulai Inn". He didn't want to be buried alive, or let someone send a message to Qincha, saying that he was still alive, and then be sent back to the ghost gate.

Out of the inn door, he singled out the secluded place with few people, came to a stream of water outside the town, he reluctantly washed the blood stains on his body, took some bruising medicine with him, found a flat grass to lie down, and then recalled everything that happened to the "Fulai Inn".

Yue Haikun's eagle claws, fists and feet have seriously injured his ribs and meridians, and from now on for a year and a half, he will be almost the same as a waste. Whether it is Yunnan or Zigong, he can't go back to the Salt Gang, because according to the gang rules, he, the head of the branch hall, has to be responsible for and pay for the death of the gang leader, and he has only one way out. There are also the branch hall masters in the gang who have been bullied and oppressed by him, and some of the Salt Gang disciples who are dissatisfied with him will definitely take the opportunity to fall into the well, making his life worse than death. If he wants to save his life, he will not be incognito, and then like a child, he will be trampled on and live in humiliation.

As soon as he thought of this, he also hated Yue Haikun and the others. He also thought that instead of being bullied and living without dignity, it was better to pull the sword (the sword is gone, the knife is still there) and cut it off by itself, so as to isolate all grievances and hatreds in the world.

It's not that he doesn't want to take revenge, but he knows that it's even more difficult than ascending to the sky, "Unless I practice peerless magic skills." He said secretly.

Thinking of peerless divine skills, he naturally couldn't help but think that the most famous peerless divine skills today are none other than > and >, and those who can do this magic skills live in Jindou Mountain and Phoenix Ridge not far from Phoenix Town, they are the Demon Palm Daoist and the Iron Finger Immortal Gu.

When the Devil's Palm Daoist and the Iron Finger Immortal Gu came to mind, he suddenly burst out of inspiration: "Jianghu is not a rumor, then Shangguan Zhaoxiu is nominally the apprentice of the Demon Palm Daoist and the Iron Finger Immortal Gu, but in fact he is the illegitimate son of the two demons? If the two demons knew that their only biological son had died under the sword of Beimen Yunfei, how would they react? With their brutal bloodthirsty and moody nature, and their martial arts that have reached the pinnacle, will they give up? As long as they make a move, Beimen Yunfei, Yue Haikun and the others will not want to live. If I had been the first to report to them if I had been seriously injured, they might have taken me as an apprentice and taught me > and >! At that time, who would have the to despise me and twist his head off like a pig's urine bag!" Hu Wei'e fantasized and longed, and he felt that he had found the direction and goal of moving forward again. The injuries on my body are not so painful and unbearable.

"Let's go, let's go now, go to Jindou Mountain and Phoenix Ridge, and find the Demon Palm Daoist and the Iron Finger Immortal Gu!" Hu Wei'e secretly made up his mind, and said that he would leave. He got up and touched the silver taels on his body, feeling that the cost of finding someone to ask for directions was enough.

Before leaving, he didn't hesitate and have concerns: in case the rumors in the rivers and lakes were untrue, it was purely false, Shangguan Zhaoxiu had nothing to do with Lao Dao and the old nun at all, he was so reckless and reckless to go up the mountain, and he was beaten down the mountain by the two devils; In the worst case, he was killed on the spot, and he was thrown to the foot of the mountain to feed the wolves, which is similar to beating a dog with meat buns: there is no return. But at this time, Hu Wei'e was like a gambler who lost all his chips in the casino, except for gambling, he didn't have any capital to turn the tables.

"If I don't gamble, do I have any other way to go?" he asked himself, "If I am unlucky, and I lose the gamble, and I die, before the two demons can make a move, I will cut myself off, and jump off his Broken Soul Cliff, and I will be gone, and I will have no trouble with fame and fortune." If the bet wins, Uncle Hu and I will not die, and there will be a blessing. ”