Chapter 39: Deadly (1)

I hung the bodies of the two dead warriors high on the tree, and the wind went from north to south. The bloody smell of the corpses could be transmitted to the nose of Wang Qi'an's Golden Pill Warrior relatively quickly.

Due to the sudden situation, my plan had to be slightly changed.

I can't simply think that two foundation-building warriors were killed by me, and the little black room was completely out of the danger of exposure.

In fact, regardless of the life and death of the two Foundation Establishment Warriors, the small dark room has been exposed after they arrived here.

I have heard and witnessed a lot of this search method when I was in the gang.

If I am an indigenous general and want to conduct reconnaissance or sweep a region, I will definitely cast a wide network and make an appointment with each group of people for feedback. Regardless of whether the network is in place and there is no feedback during the agreement, the manpower will be concentrated in this blind spot where there is no intelligence loss.

Dead people will use their own death to prove that there is something wrong with the area they search for.

I gave up my original intention of leaving a note for Wang Qinian. This may reveal the unexpected information to the enemy and cannot tell whether it was the reconnaissance team sent by the natives again, or whether Wang Qinian came here first.

I think this time we are two foundation building projects. Next time, Aung San Suhui, the middle-level Jindan, may not be able to come here in person. That will be a fierce battle that I cannot intervene at the current level.

It would be better if I secretly escaped like this. Wang Qinian might judge that I was hiding after encountering the indigenous warriors. After all, the big map in my hand has two other secret strongholds. He would not worry about my lack of hiding places, and he would also save him one thing.

As for Wang Qinian himself, he must concentrate on dealing with the sudden attack of Aung San Baohui, and he has no time to care about me for a short time. When I find Murong Zhi and come back, he will pretend that nothing has happened. If he asks, I will say that I will hide for a few more days when I avoid disaster.

After considering it safe, I chose to take the Southwest Mountain Road and secretly bypass the mountain patrol team's post. Anyway, I have the mask of passerby, and now I am "very good" and it is not difficult to sneak into the Lu Fort. Wang Qinian will definitely pass by me. If he has time to think of me, he should also go to two other secret strongholds in Zhengdong and Northeast to find me, and he will not take this path.

I wore the skinny warrior's set of vine armor outside and used the bone spear he left as a weapon.

The night is my best cover. I originally wanted to walk out of the top of the Falling Star Mountain as soon as possible, but the fierce battle just now actually caused me to be seriously injured, so I had to take a break and try to pick up hidden grass or dense ancient trees to pass through.

After walking about ten miles, I heard the sound of weapons intersecting again. I saw a young Chinese soldier fighting fiercely in the distance.

Sure enough, the indigenous nets were scattered very open this time. It took me an hour to get here, and some of their teams went deeper ten miles.

These four people fought with all their might, and their anger was no longer hidden, and they all burst out.

Four of them have internal strength. The aura of the three native warriors is at the upper level of internal strength, while the Chinese soldier is at the middle level of internal strength.

The soldier's weapon was not a bone spear, but a blackened dagger, which was a rare metal weapon on the island.

In martial arts, one inch shorter and one inch dangerous.

The young man used a dagger to resist three elusive poisonous bone spears, which was originally a desperate bet, not to mention that the three warriors were more powerful than him. If he could not survive ten breaths, he would definitely be done.

I was seriously injured and didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs to help him, so I had to silently win over the young man's respect first.

But after ten breaths, he had not fallen yet.

The three natives who obviously had the upper hand actually retreated a little in a terrifying manner.

I couldn't help but be curious and quietly approached them to watch the battle.

I found an indigenous warrior was still staggering in the grass.

Most of the muscles on the corpse's face were deformed, swollen like a steamed bun, and his eyes were open with uneasy eyes open. He only had a clear cut on his back and neck.

It turned out that the boy's dagger was even more poisonous than the five-step killing snake! He should have killed a warrior first, otherwise the four internal power upper-levels are besieging him now!

I admire that boy.

No wonder these three warriors were hesitating. The poison of this dagger cuts his skin to death!

However, Shunshui Town has such a powerful poison, why did it be used now? Everyone should have applied a little bit of bone spear? This way, the natives have long been crushed to the level.

The boy shouldn't die, no, he can kill those three people.

I have a strong premonition.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The three bone spears pierced from the heart, abdomen and legs of the boy.

Just as I reached my body, I actually broke all of them!

Before the three of them could calm down their astonishment, the young man had already rushed up to a samurai who was facing him like a cat, and drew a circle straight towards his neck.

The dagger passed through the warrior's neck like cutting paper, and a head rolled down drippingly, the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

It is possible that blood was spurting out from the headless corpse, how could he do this? Is it so easy to cut off a person's head, neck, bones, and flesh? And he is a warrior at the upper level of internal strength!

The young man with a middle-level internal strength did not have such abnormal physical strength, and should be all the power of that dagger.

I have only seen one of the top-grade magic weapon-level daggers that can even cut vegetables in the body of a Golden Pill Warrior.

"Murrong Zhi!" I shouted softly.

"impossible!"

"monster!"

My voice was covered by the screams of the other two warriors before their death, but it was still heard by the boy.

He pretended to be examined and walked towards me, and suddenly he quickly approached the place where I was hiding, shouting:

"Who! Come out!"

But it was the voice of a boy like a duck, not the graceful voice of Murong Zhi like a silver bell.

His face was also extremely mediocre, almost as unreasonable as my passerby's face.

I immediately thought of the key.

Then he tore off his human skin mask and walked out of the bushes, "Hey, why are you here?"

I mumbled.

She pinched my wrist hard, "You have had such a great time this month, Yuan Jiankong."

I finally felt relieved that she should not have changed her gender. The beauty's voice gave me more comfort than the revenge pain I suffered on my wrist.

"So I finally escaped to find you. I was locked up in a small dark room by a big pervert this month. It's a long story. Let's leave the mountain as soon as possible and talk about the passerby's Class B human skin mask you wore. What was your voice just now? I guess it's a common ventral verbal technique used by killers?"

Murong Zhi pulled away my hand that wanted to take advantage of her face and rub her, "I answered correctly."

She also tore off Passerby B's mask.

The evening breeze blew on my face, and I stared at her water-cutting eyes, and a month's longing surged up.

This feeling is really hard to say. I originally wanted to say a lot, but my tongue was knotted and turned into an unknown sentence, "Hello, I'm fine too."

"Um?"

Murong Zhi blinked at me, then thought for a while and said, "But we can't leave first, the master wants us to wait for him."

Master? I have countless bubbles of doubt popped up in my heart.

"It's Wang Qinian."
Chapter completed!