After a fierce battle, the grove was leveled to the ground, and everywhere you looked was covered in devastation. A large crater with a radius of five to six feet collapsed in the center of the explosion. Except for a few sporadic blood stains and a few rags, there was no man in black in the crater.
's corpse.
Murong Fu stood by the pit, his face a bit ugly. Naturally, he would not think that the man in black was blown to pieces. He must have escaped in such a situation. However, he could not figure out how the man in black escaped in the situation just now.
of?
"Alas, what a pity..." After a moment of silence, Murong Fu sighed, feeling a little annoyed. Although tonight's battle was not a battle of all means, it could be called a battle of all means, but he failed to keep the other side. I'm afraid that in the future
It is difficult to have such an opportunity again, and after this battle, the two of them have become very close, and they will have to be prepared for each other's sneak attacks at any time in the future.
When he thought of the opponent's elusive skills, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. Fortunately, the opponent had been severely damaged and should not be able to make any big waves in a short time.
"What's such a pity? Isn't he dead?" Wen Qingqing's voice came from behind. She witnessed the shocking battle between two peerless masters tonight, and her mind was greatly shaken. It was only now that she finally regained her composure.
Murong Fu shook his head and was about to speak when suddenly there was a loud bang and several brilliant sparks pierced the night sky and exploded in the sky, emitting colorful lights.
Wen Qingqing's expression perked up when he saw this, "It's Brother Yuan's signal!"
Murong Fu was not surprised. He knew that Yuan Chengzhi was not drunk and would definitely respond if he was attacked. But seeing Wen Qingqing looking so happy, he felt very unhappy. He curled his lips and said, "Don't be happy too early.
There are countless master assassins in this camp, and even if Yuan Chengzhi is fine, others may not be either."
"Huh, crow's mouth." Wen Qingqing immediately retorted, and then said seriously, "Brother Yuan has sent out a summons signal. I must rush over to join him immediately. What are you going to do?"
Murong Fu pondered for a moment, "You go ahead, I have other things to do."
"Something else?" Wen Qingqing frowned slightly when she heard this, with a look of suspicion on her face. But when she saw the hint of fatigue between Murong Fu's brows, she suddenly thought of something, and her eyes immediately became gentle, "
Are you okay? Does it matter?"
It turned out that she thought that Murong Fu had been injured in the battle with the man in black just now, but he was just trying to save face and didn't show it.
It was not difficult for Murong Fu to see that she had misunderstood him, and he didn't bother to explain, "I'm fine. Go quickly. Yuan Chengzhi needs you more."
Wen Qingqing was stunned, nodded with an inexplicable expression, and whispered, "Thank you."
Then he turned around and left quickly.
"Hey, hey, I should thank you clearly for what I want to thank you for!" Murong Fu shouted from behind.
Wen Qingqing staggered and almost fell over. She turned around and gave him a big eye roll, then flew away at a faster speed and disappeared into the night.
Murong Fu stood there for a while, shook his head, turned around and walked towards the Japanese warrior's body. He was not too worried about Wen Qingqing's safety. The man in black would not take action again in a short time after being seriously injured, and ordinary ronin assassins could not do anything.
She, as for those Japanese warriors with mysterious origins, judging from their behavior, it seems that they did not come from the Golden Snake Camp, otherwise they would not have killed the Ronin assassins who also came from Japan.
In any case, the top priority is to find out the origin of this group of Japanese warriors. Thinking of Murong Fu's pace, he suddenly quickened his pace and came to the body in a flash. In the previous battle, the man in black tried to destroy the body several times, but he was able to resolve it.
, so the body was not damaged at all and was lying flat on the ground at this moment.
Murong Fu lowered his head and took a few glances. There was no tattoo on the front of the body. With a flick of his wrist, he used a flexible force to turn the body over. Sure enough, he saw a palm-sized pattern tattooed on the back of the body.
The pattern is divided into two parts. The five bamboo-like leaves on the lower part are distributed in a semicircle, and there are three irregular five-pointed stars on the upper part. The overall look is like a flower but not a flower, and like a leaf but not a leaf.
"This sign..." Murong Fu took a closer look and frowned. The pattern in front of him seemed familiar to him. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it.
After thinking for a moment, he finally gave up the idea of getting to the bottom of it. In Japan, the culture of clan patterns and family patterns is very popular. There are not a thousand but eight hundred similar patterns. Maybe he has seen them somewhere in his previous life. Even if he thinks about it,
It’s not always possible to tell which family power this is, so it’s better to consult a professional for this kind of thing.
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Then Murong Fu stretched out his hand and made a move, and the Red Sky Sword flew back into his hand. The tip of the sword struck one of the corpses twice, and a small piece of flesh was cut off. After saving the pattern, he pondered for a moment, and then ducked in a certain direction.
go.
Half an hour later, Murong Fu returned to his small courtyard. During this period, he walked around. From the beginning, the Golden Snake Camp gradually organized an effective counterattack, and now it has assembled troops to encircle and suppress the assassins who sneaked into the camp.
, there is basically no suspense anymore, but the whereabouts of another small group of Japanese warriors, whether they retreated or were silenced by the men in black, he has never found.
Fortunately, we have obtained the tattoo patterns of Japanese warriors. As long as we find someone familiar with Japan to identify them, we can determine which family or force these Japanese warriors come from. It is not difficult to trace their origins and understand their purpose.
Thinking of this, he walked straight towards Yagyu Shenghuaqi's room, but when he came to the backyard, he suddenly stopped and his eyes immediately became extremely sharp. There was a faint smell of strangeness and familiarity in the courtyard. It was strange because
This aura did not belong to anyone living in the courtyard. He said it was familiar because he had encountered it not long ago. Yes, it was the unique aura of the man in black.
After carefully sensing for a moment, Murong Fu fixed his gaze on an ordinary wing room, and his expression suddenly became a little strange. If he remembered correctly, this room seemed to be the residence of the little mute.
"Could it be that……"
With his eyes flashing, Murong Fu walked to the door solemnly and knocked on the door.
no respond.
Murong Fu no longer hesitated, raised his hand and struck out with his palm, smashing the door panel to pieces in an instant, and dodged in. At the same time, there was an "ah" exclamation in the room.
Xun Sheng took a look and saw a petite figure lying on the bed. He seemed to be about to get up when the thin quilt slipped off, and a few wisps of snow and white were faintly visible in the darkness.
"Ah ah ah..." A rapid and panicked voice came from the bed. The figure was none other than the little mute.
"It's me." Murong Fu said calmly, "Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions towards you. A bad guy came to your place just now. For your safety, I have to search your room."
While speaking, he flicked his fingers several times, lit the candles in the room, and looked around. The furnishings in the room were very simple. Apart from a set of tables, chairs, benches, and a simple dressing table, there was not even a decent wardrobe. It could be said that at a glance
Nothing left.
After scanning around, he didn't miss the roof beams, but he didn't find anything strange. He turned his eyes and landed on the bed where the little mute was, and walked slowly over.
As he walked, he said in a "kind" tone, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person and I won't do anything to you."
The little mute was huddled in the corner, clutching the thin quilt tightly with both hands, his face was a little pale, and he looked at the uninvited guest in front of him with vigilance and fear, but he didn't have any overreaction.
When Murong Fu came to the bed, he bent down and looked under the bed. It was empty and there was nothing there.
Then he glanced at the little mute, and struck out with lightning, tearing off the thin quilt on her body.
The little mute was startled. He covered his chest with both hands and screamed.
"Shut up!" Murong Fu shouted sharply.
The little mute immediately closed his mouth, biting his thin lips lightly. His face was pale, weak, helpless, and pitiful.
Murong Fu glanced back and forth, his figure was petite, but he was exquisite and graceful, and his two round figures were almost ready to be seen, very predictable.
"Hey, I can't tell, you are also a secretive person." Murong Fu joked with a bad smile.
The little mute was so anxious that he almost cried, but he didn't dare to move, so he could only let this man look at him without any scruples.
Murong Fu didn't go too far. After making sure that there was no one hiding under the bed and that there was nothing unusual, he put the quilt back on him.
"Is it my imagination?" Murong Fu couldn't help but murmur in his heart. Things like breath are inherently illusory. Although his sense of smell is sensitive, he has not received special training. It is possible that he was contaminated by the other party's breath during the previous fight and gave birth to something.
The illusion is still unknown.
At this time, there was a squealing sound, but the little mute couldn't hold it back and started sobbing softly.
Murong Fu came back to his senses, feeling a sense of shame in his heart, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bully you. There was a lot of chaos in the mountains tonight, and many killers came, which made me allergic. Don't take it to heart.
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The little mute stopped crying, looked at him timidly, and shook his head slightly.
"What do you mean? Don't care? Or don't forgive?" Murong Fu was confused and could only say awkwardly, "Well... you can go to bed first, I'm leaving."
After saying that, he left the house as if running away.
The little mute looked at his back, arched his brows, and laughed softly, but when he saw the two broken doors, he suddenly felt a little bitter.
After leaving the little mute's residence, Murong Fu originally wanted to go to Yagyu Shenghuaqi to ask about the tattoo of the Japanese warrior, but he ran into Hong Lingbo who came back to report the news.
She looked anxious and immediately said when she saw Murong Fu, "Master, something serious is going to happen."
Murong Fu glared at her angrily, "Why are you panicking? If the sky is falling, I'm holding it up. How can I be so arrogant? How can I stand on my own in the future if I can't keep my temper?"
"Yes, yes," Hong Lingbo quickly apologized, "This disciple is not strong enough and has let the master down."
"Tell me, what happened? The Golden Snake Camp was defeated?" Murong Fu asked casually.
"No," Hong Lingbo shook his head and said angrily, "The Golden Snake Battalion is ungrateful. We helped them, but now that they have taken a breath, they are going to attack our people."
"Oh?" Murong Fu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, "Yuan Chengzhi still has the guts?"
Hong Lingbo didn't know how to answer this, so he had to continue, "Yuan Chengzhi ordered that suspicious people in the camp be completely eliminated. In order to save the Golden Snake Camp, the disciples summoned all the people in the latent camp, but now..."