Outside Lanling Town, in a sparse forest, a figure was running staggeringly, covered in blood, out of breath, and exhausted. He was the only Japanese warrior who escaped from the Golden Dragon Inn.
Suddenly, the wind suddenly picked up, and two figures rushed towards them. They stopped a few feet behind the Japanese warriors, and there were two sturdy men in ordinary clothes.
The Japanese warrior was startled, staggered, fell to the ground, and quickly crawled forward using his hands and feet.
The disciples of the Golden Dragon Gang burst out laughing, and one of them said proudly, "Run, you keep running!"
As he spoke, he raised his long sword and was about to step forward to take the Japanese warrior's life. Unexpectedly, another man suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
"What?"
"Brother Li, don't worry, this guy's martial arts is extremely weird. He was surrounded by us before, but he actually escaped with his weird body skills. Several brothers who participated in the siege were injured. We can't be careless.
To avoid capsizing in the gutter."
"Then what should we do? Just watch him walk away?"
"Haha, I didn't just watch him walk away, I watched him die. Look, his blood is almost drained. He will probably die soon. Why should we do anything?"
"Brother Wang is indeed very thoughtful. Tsk tsk, don't mention it. Watching a person die in despair with your own eyes is a pretty good feeling."
"Of course, hahaha..."
The two burst into laughter, while the Japanese warrior's face was gloomy and his eyes were desperate, but he still crawled forward resolutely.
At this moment, an almost undetectable ray of cold light passed by, and the laughter of the two Golden Dragon Gang disciples suddenly stopped. Following two soft pops, a gash was opened on the necks of the two men, and blood spurted out.
Shooting, the two of them covered their throats in fear and slowly fell down.
The Japanese warrior climbed a few steps and seemed to be surprised why there was no movement behind him. He couldn't help but look back. He was surprised at this sight, and then he was overjoyed. It turned out that the place where the disciple of the Golden Dragon Gang fell was somewhere else.
A man in black clothes appeared, his whole body wrapped tightly, only a pair of sharp eyes exposed.
He stood there motionless, barely even breathing. If he hadn't seen him directly, no one would have noticed that there was someone there.
The Japanese warrior's already exhausted hands and feet suddenly regained strength. He climbed to the feet of the man in black in three steps, grabbed his ankle, and said intermittently, "Sir General, Golden Snake Knife...
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"Damn, what foreign language are you talking about at this critical moment! Is it difficult to learn Chinese?" A figure in the darkness was so angry that he almost jumped out. It turned out to be Murong Fu.
It turned out that after he entered the room, he used a trick to escape from the inn and quietly followed the Japanese warriors who escaped until this point. The scene just now naturally fell into his eyes.
The Japanese warrior didn't know whether he had finished a sentence, and soon he became relaxed and became silent.
The man in black stood silently for a long time, then suddenly bent down, first patted the Japanese warrior on the shoulder, then groped around his waist for a while, took out something like a token, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently for a while, then waved.
He used a burst of force to create a pit in the ground next to him, then pushed the Japanese warrior's body into the pit and buried it.
After doing all this, the figure of the man in black gradually faded until he disappeared.
In such a large forest, the insects and birds were silent, and the drop of needles could be heard. Only the throats of the two Golden Dragon Gang disciples who were not yet dead could make the sound of popping wind from time to time.
After a while, a white shadow appeared next to him, and it was Murong Fu.
Seeing someone appear, the gasps of the two Golden Dragon Gang disciples immediately became louder, but this also deepened their pain. They wanted to say something but couldn't, and could only show their pleading eyes.
Murong Fu glanced at the two of them indifferently and shook his head slightly, "It's useless to beg me, there's no way to save it. All I can do is give you a happy time."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of sword energy shot out from his fingertips. In the desperate eyes of the two men, he completely cut their throats so that they no longer had to linger on.
"You have reaped the consequences. If you had given me a knife earlier, everything would have been fine..." Murong Fu sighed and said quietly.
Although he has been hiding in the dark, he is quite disdainful of the actions of the shopkeeper Hu and the disciples of the Golden Dragon Gang, so he has been watching with cold eyes from beginning to end, with no intention of taking action. And then again, the appearance of the man in black is really surprising.
To his surprise, the opponent's attack was so fast and almost invisible. Based on his hiding position at the time, it was impossible to save him without any warning in advance.
After giving the disciples of the Golden Dragon Gang a happy surprise, Murong Fu lightly stamped his feet, causing the ground to shake and crack open, and the body of the Japanese warrior who had just been buried immediately popped out.
He bent down and searched the body for a while. Except for a samurai sword, a dagger, and a few sleeve arrows, there was no other object that could prove his identity.
"It seems that what the man took away should be his identity token." Coming to such a conclusion, Murong Fu was a little disappointed. Although he heard the Japanese warrior's last words, his foreign language skills were not good and he did not understand its meaning at all.
The only token that can prove the warrior's identity was taken away by the man in black. He went out for a walk and gained nothing at all.
"Eh..." Murong Fu was about to bury the body back. Suddenly, with his keen senses, he noticed an unusual aura. After a brief analysis, he found that this aura was emanating from the shoulders of the corpse.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned the body over and pulled open its back. He couldn't help being surprised when he took a look. He saw that the skin on the back of the shoulder was twisted and blurred, and was shrinking rapidly. You could vaguely see the skin that had originally been there.
What kind of pattern is it?
"Is this...a tattoo?" Murong Fu reacted immediately and waved his hands to give a boost. Unfortunately, it was too late. The tattoo was already smashed into pieces in an instant, and its appearance could not be discerned at all.
Things were really getting more and more complicated. He originally thought that those Japanese warriors were of extraordinary origin and had nothing to do, so he followed them out to watch the fun. Unexpectedly, he met a Japanese master with unfathomable martial arts skills. And this group of Japanese warriors
The identity of the samurai is also very mysterious, and his tattoos were destroyed after his death...
"Not good!" Suddenly, Murong Fu thought of something, his face changed, and he didn't care about the corpse on the ground. He swayed and flew towards Lanling Town at an extremely fast speed.
There are still several corpses of Japanese warriors in the Golden Dragon Inn. The men in black don't want people to know their identities, so they will definitely go to the inn to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces, and even... kill people to silence them.
He doesn't care about the life or death of Shopkeeper Hu and others, but Wen Qingqing is still in the inn, how can he not be anxious!
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Murong Fu hurried back to the Golden Dragon Inn. He saw that the door of the inn was closed tightly and there was no sound. A strong smell of blood floated around. You didn't even have to go in to know that the hall must be littered with corpses.
Murong Fu's heart sank, and without any delay, he jumped into the backyard and came to the door of Wen Qingqing's house.
"Qingqing?" Murong Fu called out, but without waiting for a response from the people in the house, he broke open the door and entered.
The next moment, a clear and loud scream sounded in the room, "Murong Fu, you bastard scoundrel peeked at someone taking a shower, I'm going to kill you!"