Yi Xiao made a quick decision and shouted: "Okay, let's do it like this. I will team up with Tu Lao. Mr. Tang, you will go with Taishu Shaoxia and Mr. Song. ??? Bi? Qu Ge? "
After saying that, he paused for a moment and glanced at the middle-aged man. This man never revealed his last name after entering the house. His whereabouts are unpredictable, but he has acted several times, acted calmly, and his martial arts skills are unfathomable. He is Yi Xiao.
He didn't dare to speculate. When the middle-aged man saw Yi Xiao looking at him, he smiled slightly and said, "Master Shen and I will go together."
"Okay, let's get going. Others stay in the house and are not allowed to move around at will." Yi Xiao nodded and said.
Just when a few people were about to leave, Duan Jiang suddenly shouted: "Look, there are shadows on the wall!"
Everyone hurriedly looked up and saw a figure on the wall of the inn. He was in a daze. When everyone looked carefully, they saw that it was a headless figure. There was a sudden pause in the inn, and you could hear a needle drop.
The shadow seemed to be stunned, swayed, slowly shrank, and disappeared underground. Tang Mengjue and Taishu Gu flew up, stood on the railing on the second floor of the inn, and looked down, but did not see anything unusual.
The shadow was getting smaller and smaller and was about to shrink into the ground. Song Wuxin felt depressed and shouted wildly. The sword light came back and slashed towards the shadow. The blade broke into the wall and nailed the shadow to the wall. Before a few people from the Western Region could say anything.
Ridiculing, they saw this figure swaying from side to side as if injured, split in two, and slowly sank into the ground. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and their expressions changed drastically.
Song Wuxin drew out the long knife, with an angry look on his face, and was about to yell out, when his expression suddenly condensed, he slowly turned around, took a sharp breath, and said word by word: "There is blood on the knife!"
Everyone in the hall was speechless. Tang Mengjue and several people jumped up to Song Wuxin's side. Looking up, they all took a heavy breath. There were traces of blood hanging on the blade of the long knife in Song Wuxin's hand. Reflecting the candlelight, it looked very coquettish.
It seemed to be mocking the ignorance of everyone in the room.
Uncle Tai said in an ancient voice: "How is this possible?"
Tang Mengjue raised his hand and tapped a few times, and the long knife fell down where it broke through the wall. Tang Mengjue grabbed the wall soil, grinded it carefully a few times, spread his palms, and saw that it was just ordinary sand. Although there was some moisture, it was still wet.
There was no blood on the wall. Tang Mengjue raised his head and glanced at the people around him, and said with a wry smile: "Is there really a sand ghost?"
Yi Xiao and Tu Wu looked at each other in shock. Yi Xiao's expression changed several times, and finally he no longer dared to assert that there is no sand ghost in the world. Song Wuxin asked in a deep voice: "What should we do?"
The middle-aged man exclaimed: "We are pressing forward step by step, and we are intertwined with each other. Rather than just sitting back and waiting for death, it is better for us to act according to our plan. Otherwise, we may be in trouble."
Yi Xiao was somewhat confused. Hearing the middle-aged man's words, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply: "That's right. How can the thief's petty tricks allow us to retreat in the face of difficulties? There must be a cave in this inn."
Taishu Gu nodded, glanced at the four people who were gathered together at the Hexin Inn, and gave a slight gesture. They were all people of extraordinary intelligence. They already understood what Taishu Gu meant. Tu Bu snorted coldly and retreated.
After walking a few steps, he walked to several other visitors from the Western Regions and whispered a few words. Li Luo frowned slightly and saw that everyone had a calm look on his face. He sighed lightly but did not speak.
A few people discussed for a while, then dispersed to investigate. Yi Xiao and Tu Wu went to the back hall. Tang Mengjue, Taishu Gu and Song Wuxin came upstairs and investigated room by room. Everyone downstairs saw this.
Although she didn't want others to enter the room lightly, the situation was urgent, so she didn't say anything more. The fairy faced the Taoist priest and said in a cold voice: "You can check the room. Don't move things around. Don't say that the poor Taoist didn't warn you first."
Tang Mengjue also felt that this was inappropriate, so he had no choice but to let the guest room merchant travel with him every time he visited the house, so as not to cause any criticism.
Li Luo and the middle-aged man checked outside the inn. When they came outside, no one was in a hurry to look around. They all looked up at the sky. After a while, the two looked down at each other with a smile in their eyes. The middle-aged man Wen Wen Yan said: "Master Shen is young, but he is very scheming."
Li Luo smiled calmly and said: "Senior, I have given you too much praise. I have just entered the world and don't understand everything. How can I boast of my scheming skills?"
The middle-aged man laughed and said: "I am not wrong. The inn is now mysterious and difficult to distinguish. The perpetrators have succeeded repeatedly in order to confuse people's hearts. The more chaotic people's hearts are, the more difficult it is to detect the flaws in the game."
Li Luo said calmly: "Senior, when you say this, you don't believe that there are sand ghosts that can hurt people?"
The middle-aged man smiled, looked at Li Luo, and said harmoniously: "Do you believe Mr. Shen?"
Li Luo couldn't speak, but the middle-aged man looked the same. He stroked his long beard and said: "When we fight for heaven and earth, we are just fighting for people's hearts. There are only a few people in the inn who understand this. Shen The young master is one of them. I am afraid that the young master of the Tang family will be able to detect it. If Mr. Shen walks in Dagan in the future, this Tang Mengjue will definitely be a strong enemy."
Li Luo raised his eyebrows and said softly: "The Song family brothers are not weak either. There are many talented people in Dagan. It's a pity."
"Oh, Mr. Shen, why do you think it's a pity? The Song brothers are by no means weak, but they are even worse than Tang Mengjue. Song Ya is a dragon son born to Yu Hu's father, but he is just not in the present moment."
"Song Wuque?" Li Luo looked at the middle-aged man with interest.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said: "It seems that Mr. Shen is quite interested in this Mr. Wuque. Yes, he is this man. However, in the past twenty years, his sword skills have been astonishing to the heavens. He has the potential to surpass his master, which is even more rare. He is gentle and gentle, neither angry nor impatient, and his strategic skills seem to be better than those of Song Yayu. Although there are many young talents in Dagan, no one can match them. In my opinion, it is difficult to find an opponent in Dagan. Even the Ninth Prince Li Luo, who showed his talents in Xifu, is still a little immature and may not be as good as Song Wuque."
Li Luo nodded and said: "Senior's words are right. Li Luo became famous in the Western Prefecture. He is said to be amazingly talented and beautiful. In my opinion, it just happened at the right time. The Dagan court passed the decree rashly, and all the ministries in the court spared no effort. The battle in Xifu cost more money and manpower than the Dagan campaign in several years. In addition, Xirong underestimated the enemy and was negligent, so the victory in Dizhou could not have been so easy elsewhere."
The middle-aged man was slightly startled and said with a long smile: "Young Master Shen has special insights, but this Dingtian Marquis Li Luo is by no means an easy person to deal with. Looking at his actions in Dizhou, although the world has mixed praise and criticism, no one dares to Deny his intelligence. Compared with Song Wuque, his life experience is a little better. What's more important is that Li Luo was born in a royal family and his vision was naturally higher than others. He fought with Xirong and acted vigorously and resolutely. Although the gains may not be worth the losses, he is now more willing to do so. The most lacking thing is time, internal and external troubles. If the Xifu cannot be pacified in one fell swoop, it will be too late when Meng Jue frees up his hands and Dagan is besieged on all sides. In the past ten years in Dagan, there has never been a person who can be as understanding of the world as Li Luo. , Haha, if this Li Luo can secure his position as the Ninth Prince, within twenty years, Da Gan will have the potential to revive." (To be continued.)