Old Ma mumbled something, but no one could hear what he was saying.
The young man shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "It's up to you. He's a dead man anyway. It doesn't matter if you don't know his identity." Speaking of this, he glanced at Old Ma again and seemed to think of something. Suddenly, he said with interest, "But … I'm a little curious. What kind of person and what kind of shadow could make you clench your teeth so tightly that you'd rather die than reveal the secret?"
Under the dim candlelight, Old Ma grinned, and the young man looked at him with a smile.
Two completely different smiling faces stared at each other in an incomparably strange manner.
The wind blew coldly outside the house, and the night grew darker.
…
At the foot of Tea Mountain, countless shouts rose and fell amidst the shrill sound of the wind. Most of the sounds came from the dark mountain forest, and there were also all kinds of saber lights and sword shadows mixed in. The battle was extremely intense. But because it was too dark, it was impossible to see what was happening in the forest from the outside. Even the figures flashing between the trees could not be seen clearly.
But suddenly, at a certain moment, the sounds in this forest suddenly quieted down, all the clamor was like a cliff, suddenly disappearing, it seemed extremely abrupt.
The night was dark like ink, but also like the mouth of a ferocious monster, full of malice.
Gradually, footsteps sounded in the forest, breaking the sudden silence. Strange voices echoed in a low voice, as if they were communicating with each other. Some were angry, and some were anxious.
After a while, human figures flashed, and someone walked out of the forest. It was a masked man who was covered in black. Behind him, there were many other men in black who wore the same clothes as him. Many of them were holding shiny weapons in their hands, and the red of some of the blades could even be seen on them.
The air was filled with tension and killing intent, and at the same time, there was a faint smell of blood.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. He suddenly disappeared."
"What the hell!"
"Search again!"
"This forest has been searched carefully."
"Did he escape to the mountains again?"
"That's impossible. The guards outside didn't see that shadow at all."
It looked like the leaders of the black-robed men were standing together, talking quickly and fiercely with each other. It seemed like they had different opinions and were even arguing with each other.
After arguing for a while, the black-clothed men were finally divided into two groups. Half of them continued to search here, while the other half went down the mountain to the village.
There were about ten black-clothed men left at the foot of the mountain. They quickly dispersed, some searching the forest, some guarding the path up the mountain, and some returning to the thatched hut to rummage through the chests and cabinets.
An uproar broke out under the night sky. One could tell that the black-clothed men were rather flustered and exasperated. Perhaps it was because such an accident had occurred while they were heavily surrounded, causing them to appear even more tyrannical.
Not long after, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the thatched hut, as if someone had discovered something important. There was a hint of surprise in the voice. There was a sudden commotion among the black-clothed men outside the thatched hut. Several of them followed, including those who were searching in the forest.
At this time, someone had already lit a torch in the thatched hut. Under the light of the torch, the people inside and outside the hut could clearly see that under the bed in the thatched hut, there was a flip-up board and a secret passage.
This discovery made many black-clothed men very happy. As they spoke, someone had already carefully picked up a torch and began to explore the secret passage!
At the same time, in the depths of the forest that had quietened down outside the hut, a figure suddenly stood up in a dark corner.
There was a strange aura in the darkness. It was cold and had a hint of killing intent. In this corner, darkness was everywhere, but the figure seemed to be particularly thick, like ice that could not be melted.
This figure took a step out, and the face slowly appeared. It was Lu Chen. As his figure swayed, one could vaguely see that there seemed to be another figure lying on the ground behind him, but it was lying on the ground motionlessly.
But the strangest thing was that at this moment, Lu Chen had changed into the black clothes worn by those black-clothed men. What was even more strange was that strange black flames were burning in his eyes.
He gently raised his hands, and there was a black cloth in his palms. Then, like those black-clothed men, he covered his face. Instantly, all traces of his appearance were covered, as if he had been one of those black-clothed men from the beginning. For some reason, even his temperament was so similar.
He glanced at the thatched hut in the distance outside the forest and frowned slightly. In the quiet forest, he stood quietly. After a moment, he thoughtfully glanced in the direction of the village at the foot of the mountain.
…
"That shadow, is a person who encountered an accident. After being seriously injured, his cultivation was crippled. He is almost no different from an ordinary person." A calm voice echoed in the small tavern. A few black-clothed men stood at the door, and lowered their heads to listen to the young man's words. When he spoke, he sounded very calm, and there was no angry expression on his face. But for some reason, these black-clothed men looked a little afraid, and their bodies were trembling slightly.
"You, a dozen or so people, all of you are cultivators. You surrounded a mortal with no cultivation, and you actually came back to tell me that he escaped?"
The young man smiled, as if amused by his own words. He said lightly, "That doesn't seem right."
The man in the middle of the black-clothed men standing by the door, after hesitating for a moment, finally gathered his courage and said, "Young Master, that guy is not an ordinary person. A few of our brothers fought with him. That person's attacks are fierce, and his attacks are very fierce. He should not be underestimated."
The young master sitting at the table furrowed his brows. It seemed that he didn't doubt the words of the black-clothed man's subordinate. A trace of suspicion appeared in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "What's going on? Could it be that those idiots in Zhenxianmeng found fake news? "
The group of black-clothed men did not dare to speak. Then, a clever gaze suddenly swept over the fat Old Ma, who was lying on the ground in a very miserable state. He said, "Young Master, why don't we interrogate this fat man again? He must know the news of that shadow."
Old Ma tilted his head, and suddenly spat a mouthful of bloody saliva toward the door. He cursed loudly, "F * ck you! You can't catch someone, so you vent your anger on me? If you have the guts, go and catch that guy! "
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