The frightened guests almost scattered and fled, but the calm boss ordered the guys, "It's okay, drag it out and clean it up!" as if nothing had happened. In front of the blood, the drinkers in Huayue Building were indifferent. The girls in Huayue Building are the same as before, accompanying the wine, soliciting customers, and pretending to be a play. In the wind and dust, everything is eerily bland.

A beaded curtain rose in the box upstairs, and a pale face wrapped in a black robe appeared in front of everyone. He glanced at the railing and smiled silently. A white handkerchief gently wiped his white and slender fingers, and glanced in the direction of Xie Junhe. It seems that everyone can still smell the orchid on his handkerchief.

Xie Junhe recognized him: the head hall master of the Blood Ghost Hall: Li Luo.

He didn't want to worry about it. Keep your head down and drink.

However, after many years of mixing in the rivers and lakes, he has already developed a habit: but everything is idle, no matter what. But the man who carried the corpse lifted the heavy corpse and walked out, and a letter slipped quietly from the bottom of his sleeve and fell to the far foot of the table.

Xie Junhe was wondering about the reason for this person's murder, seeing this, it was really "nowhere to find it when he stepped on the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it." "Smoothly, hook up with a girl, half-drunk and staggering. The girl who didn't know where she was in was still courteously catering to his drunkenness and laughing. Xie Junhe took advantage of the unpreparedness of others and quietly put the letter into his pocket. Behind them, the blood ghosts were still rummaging through the merchants' luggage under Li Luo's sharp gaze.

"Idiot!" Xie Junhe muttered, pushing the girl next to him with his hand, and his drunken steps were already floating down the street.

The man who had just escaped avoided everyone's eyes and turned into a labyrinth of narrow alleys. Looking around at no one, he was smiling proudly. But when he heard the sound of careless footsteps behind him, his face suddenly stiffened.

"Xie Junhe?"

Xie Junhe emerged from the corner of the narrow alley, and the gloomy background almost engulfed his dark brocade robe, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes, shining like stars. He was a little unexpected, and he really didn't remember knowing this person.

But I saw a thin and soft sword struggling out from his waist, like a golden snake dancing wildly.

Isn't this Konoha move?Xie Junhe immediately drew his sword and stood up, the remnant sword avoided the tightly entangled soft blade, and pierced straight into the air.

However, under the sonorous sound of several sword blades, Xie Junhe suddenly found that this sword couldn't even touch this person's robe. The man had already moved three feet away in an instant, forcing Xie Junhe into a corner. The ghostly footwork was flickering, and Xie Junhe only felt the phantoms of countless men swaying in front of his eyes for a while, and he didn't know where to attack.

Oops! Xie Junhe suddenly realized that this was not a small role.

A terrifying sword aura erupted from the tip of the soft sword, turning the sky upside down, and it violently kicked up strong smoke and dust. It almost tore Xie Junhe apart.

However, the remnant sword slammed through the dust and mist, and struck directly at the opponent's wrist, and the blade moved again, forcing the man's neck. Xie Jun and the sword are never wrong, not to mention, he is too familiar with tricks similar to Konoha.

His opponent must be a white-clothed holy envoy.

The man turned his whole face and sneered: "When I saw you, I knew I was going to lose today." In a dull voice, he took off his brass mask.

At this moment, Xie Junhe saw his complete appearance clearly: it was an unrecognizable face, no flesh color, only a strange blue-gray. A large and large mark of decay permeated that face, and it was so pitted that it was almost impossible to see people. It turned out that he wore a copper mask not for fear of being recognized, but to cover up the mottled wounds on his face.