"Escape?"

In the darkness, Wu Song smiled softly.

Soon it fell into silence.

Lin Shichong did not urge him, but stopped where he was and waited quietly.

Even though he was injured, he needed time to catch his breath.

There was silence for a full minute.

Snap!

Wu Song suddenly took out a lighter and lit it, causing a small cluster of flames to flicker.

He calmly took out a cigarette rod from his waist, rolled up the brown tobacco leaves, stuffed it into the pot, and then slowly lit it.

Take a sip.

The strong and choking smoke lingers in the mouth.

Wu Song exhaled smoke and said slowly: "The glory of the Thieves that you and I value is not that important in the hearts of the Thieves. Otherwise, the Thieves wouldn't have left without saying goodbye, and just disappeared and left the Thieves alone.

The gate and the place of decay.”

"Yes, after all, the Thief Saint is much younger than our seven generals. The road ahead is long and broad."

Lin Shichong nodded in agreement, with a complicated expression and deep eyes.

"Hahaha... We are getting old after all. We will be born as robbers and die as robbers. Zhang Wuji and the old carpenter have actually made a choice for us."

Wu Song twirled the cigarette rod and smiled sadly: "Even when you are old, you must have the value of old age, and the stolen door should also have a final destination. This may be the real purpose of the return of the Thief Saint..."

"Can you still think of using the knife?"

Lin Shichong shook the butcher's knife in his hand and patted his big belly twice with his left hand: "Anyway, my bones can still withstand the torture. Even if I die, your bones will probably die before me."

Joking laughter and an open tone.

At this moment, both of them have made their choice, and all that's left is to deal with it calmly.

Wu Song took a long drag on the cigarette stick. The tobacco stuffed in the pot was scarlet and dazzling. It burned half of it quickly, and thick smoke curled up.

A peculiar pungent smell immediately emanated from the smoke pot.

"This is……"

Lin Shichong's nose twitched twice, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Smell it? Do you think I need to go under the knife to mention it?"

Wu Songjie laughed strangely, raised his hand to stub out the tobacco in the pot, put the tobacco stem behind his waist again, and then stepped forward.

Buzz!

Qi energy emanated from Wu Song's body, and his clothes blew and made a hunting sound.

The hoarse voice echoed in the dark wind and snow.

"Everything in this world is like a tide and people are like water. I only sigh that a few people return to the rivers and lakes."

Lin Shichong looked at Wu Song's back and suddenly laughed.

The eight generals of the Thief Sect each perform their own duties. The Witch is the first of the seven generals second only to the Thief Saint. Witchcraft is a magic... and also a medicine!

That pot of smoke is enough for the witch general to regain his glory!

"A smile spreads across the ocean!"

Lin Shichong looked up to the sky and laughed, raised his knife and followed Wu Song.

…

Inside Zhenjiang City.

"The twenty-third one!"

Chen Dong couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Seeing Zhang Wudao walking to the twenty-fourth stone statue with all his concentration, his expression suddenly became serious.

Turning around, he looked at Xu Qingfeng anxiously and worriedly.

The power is backlash...it's going to skyrocket again!

Knowing the terrifying power of Tianlang martial arts, even if the Thief Saint Xu Qingfeng resisted, Chen Dong did not dare to be absolutely sure.

Sensing Chen Dong's gaze, Xu Qingfeng raised his eyes and smiled: "Are you worried that I can't handle it?"

"Um."

Chen Dong nodded without hesitation.

Hear the words.

Zhang Wudao also turned to look at Chen Dong and Xu Qingfeng, and the chisel and hammer he raised slowly dropped down.

The image of his father dying due to the backlash from the power was still vivid in his mind.

"If I can't even handle this, what am I, Xu Qingfeng, doing?"

Xu Qingfeng smiled arrogantly, with a look of disdain between his brows.

"chisel!"

Zhao Fenglang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, spoke in a deep voice.

Zhang Wudao did not act immediately, but looked at Chen Dong. After receiving Chen Dong's nod of confirmation, he raised the chisel and hammer.

Hold your breath and concentrate with all your concentration.

In an instant, even the roaring sound of fighting outside the practice room seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

clang!

The hammer fell and sparks flew.

The clear and loud chisel sound seemed to hit Chen Dong's heart, causing his heart to twitch violently.

For the first time, he did not pay attention to Zhang Wudao, but his pupils narrowed and he focused on Xu Qingfeng.

really.

As soon as the hammer fell, Xu Qingfeng's seemingly lazy and casual movements froze for a moment, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Dang, Dang, Dang...

Accompanied by Zhang Wudao's rapid chisel sound.

Xu Qingfeng's brows gradually furrowed, revealing a look of pain.

The cigarette he had been holding in his mouth was also directly bitten off in the process.

But from beginning to end, Xu Qingfeng gritted his teeth and forced himself not to make any sound.

"senior……"

Chen Dong was in a daze, and the palms of his clenched fists were already covered in sweat.

On the one hand, he was worried about Xu Qingfeng, and on the other hand, he was shocked by the backlash power of Tiandao Martial Arts.

That power... what exactly is it?

When the martial arts body was first cast, it was based on Huo Zhenxiao's image. In the end, even Huo Zhenxiao's strength couldn't bear it, and he had to rely on the power of faith to choose the twelve zodiac signs.

Even so, under the premise that Mr. Zhang paid the price with his life, in the end, he only accomplished eleven and a half.

Now with the blessing of "Luban Shu" and terrifying beings like Xu Qingfeng, who has endured the backlash, it is still on the verge of collapse.

The unknown is the great terror.

But as we explore the unknown little by little, the terror is rapidly amplifying.

"Young Master Chen, there is no need to worry. Twenty-four seats should be enough. Lu Ban Technique can still reduce most of the backlash."

Zhao Fenglang guessed Chen Dong's worries and calmly enlightened.

"okay……"

Chen Dong pretended to be calm, but he took a breath of cold air in his heart.

This is the power that has been reduced by "Lu Ban Shu". If it had not been reduced, how terrifying would it be?

The idea just came up.

Suddenly, Chen Dong's pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme.

In the sight, Xu Qingfeng's face became more and more painful. At this moment, his hair was strangely turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye!

That's when the first wisp of white appears on your hair.

Xu Qingfeng's lips pursed twice, and a touch of bright red flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Senior Zhao, is this really okay?"
To be continued...