"Okay. Let's start taking action."
The evil leader with double blades hanging from his waist waved his hand, and immediately an evil warrior flew over. A swallow grabbed the water and immediately hooked a black iron bucket and brought it up.
The man picked up the black iron bucket and without saying much, he stepped on the high wall and immediately jumped over the wall, flying away and disappearing into the vast night.
One after another, they kept flying past, picked up a black iron bucket and left.
Finally it's Yang Ji's turn...
"Evil gun!"
Suddenly a voice came into his ears. Yang Ji didn't pay attention. He stepped forward and leaned towards the hole in the ground.
"Evil gun!"
The voice of the evil leader with double blades hanging from his waist sounded in his ears again, this time his voice was slightly unhappy.
Yang Ji's hand almost reached the handle of the black iron bucket in the ground. Suddenly, something strange passed through his heart. Yang Ji couldn't feel it immediately.
Almost everyone else picked up their things and left, and now only he and two other people were left. But it was obvious that the other two people were indifferent.
"Are you calling me?"
Yang Ji was shocked and immediately remembered the "air gun martial arts" used by the evil warrior who was killed by him. Evil gun, evil gun... It was obvious that the evil leader was called him, or that he was pretending to be this person.
Evil warrior.
But everyone is covered in night clothes, how does he know who the evil gun is?
Yang Ji was puzzled until he saw a symbol on his chest - a golden spear. This symbol was extremely small, less than an inch, and you couldn't find it if you weren't careful.
Yang Ji quickly glanced around and realized that although everyone was wearing the same night clothes, the logos on their chests were actually different.
Obviously, this is the basis for the evil warriors to identify each other.
Yang Ji could only hope now that although this evil warrior recognized himself as the "Evil Spear" from the mark on his chest, he was no longer familiar with the Evil Spear.
After all, even Yang Ji himself is known to a small number of disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, and most of them are unknown to him.
"Sir, did you call me?"
Yang Ji stopped at the edge of the hole, lowered his voice, and deliberately spoke in a hoarse voice.
"What's wrong with your voice?"
The evil leader with double blades hanging from his waist frowned.
"...there's a little problem."
Yang Ji whispered. He was prepared in his heart. As long as the evil leader had the slightest suspicion, he would immediately launch an attack. There were already a lot fewer evil masters present. Even if they couldn't be defeated, it would be more than enough to escape.
Fortunately, the evil leader did not continue to ask:
"Mind your own business and don't ruin the prince's plan. - You don't need to mention the iron bucket. I still have one person here. You and I will act together in a while."
The voice was categorical, leaving no room for rejection.
This time Yang Ji was in a big accident, but he had no choice now.
"Yes, sir."
Chapter completed!