Crazy Liu, Ma Biao and Wang Damang set out again from a certain town, taking a cavalry of more than 300 people, changing roads and running towards Yanbian.
The three of them negotiated at the Sihai Inn. To be precise, Ma Biao and Wang Damang were persuaded by Crazy Liu. The three of them unanimously decided that they could go to Yanbian to hide away from the shamanism and wait for this matter to pass.
When the white mountains and black waters were calm, they went to the farm provided by the Yue family.
The three people led a team of 300 horses and ran wildly on the road, and behind them were a dozen horses following them not far away. There were six people sitting on these dozen horses. Some of the six people were one person with two horses, and some were one person.
Three horses, these people are all wearing hooded black robes, wrapping them tightly, these people are the exploring horses of shamanism.
Crazy Liu and the others met in a certain town, and the shamanistic Tan Ma also met in a certain town. They discovered that there was something wrong with Crazy Liu and these people. How could they suddenly stop when they were on the road, and look at these people?
The horses we ride on are still in good condition and can go on the road. Looking at the riding skills of these people, it doesn’t seem like they don’t understand anything. It can only be that there is something fishy about these people, so the shaman’s horse exploration has to be
We came to the conclusion that these three centurions have gathered together, and there must be a big move next.
The shamans who were following Crazy Liu and the others, Tan Ma, discussed it and decided to keep half of the people and let the others have two horses per person, or even three horses per person. This would make it easier to travel, track these guys for a long time, and not be afraid of these guys.
Some people are always on the road and can deal with emergencies very well, while the rest are waiting in a certain town for people from the general forum to come over.
Gelong led his cavalry team to rush towards a certain town. He had already received a report of the horse exploration. These guys are really not afraid of death. They dare to stop at this time, but this is also a good opportunity for him. If these guys
Zi's people were really running all the way, and he might not be able to catch up. It's okay now, these people are looking for death themselves.
Gelong led a large group of people and galloped all the way to a certain town. As soon as he entered the town, he saw the shamanistic disciples who stayed here. These were the shamanistic detective horses who stayed here before.
"Where are the people? Is that the inn where those three bastards went?"
Gelong reined in his horse on the central street of a certain town and asked the black-robed shaman disciple who ran over.
"Commander, it's the inn in front."
The black-robed shaman disciple quickly pointed to the Sihai Inn not far away.
"lead the way."
Gelong glanced at the inn not far away. Because it was night, he could vaguely see the store, with some lights coming over him.
Gelong got off his horse and followed the black-robed disciple to the Sihai Inn.
The black-robed shaman disciple brought Gelong to the door of Sihai Inn. The black-robed disciple went up to call the door. Gelong stood at the door, looking up at the signboard and cover of Sihai Inn.
"Hmph, these three are really looking for death in such a strange way."
Gelong looked at the patterns on the four covers. They were yellow patterns, somewhat like cloud curls, but there were no cloud patterns, and they looked vaguely like the tails of some animals.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Store, open the door."
The black-robed shaman disciples knocked on the door and shouted into the shop.
"It's coming, it's coming, don't worry."
An old man's voice came from inside. It should be the old man from the inn who came to open the door.
The door of the inn was opened. An old man, holding a cane in his hand, opened the door with a smile and looked at the black-robed shaman disciples. This smiling old face had an expression on his face when he saw the black robe.
A meal.
"Sir, how many are there? We don't have that many guest rooms here."
The old man's expression was a pause, and then he greeted people with a smile. The smile on his face was very happy, but he had no intention of letting the black-robed shaman disciples in. The shop owner didn't let people in the shop.
This is also somewhat interesting.
"Old man, we're not staying in the hotel. We'll just have something to eat and leave."
The black-robed shaman disciple himself did not come to stay in the hotel. He brought Geron here to inquire about the news. But who can do something open these days without doing something wrong? He was afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings to avoid delays.
It was over, so I followed the old man politely and waited to go in. Naturally, Gelong was there to deal with the store.
"Then please come inside."
The old man looked at the black-robed shaman disciples, and then at Gelong who was standing outside the door looking at their signs and guise, and reluctantly let the two of them go into the house.
The old man, leaning on a cane, led the black-robed shaman disciples and Gelong into the shop. The young man smiled innocently, wiped the table where Madman Liu and the others were sitting, wiped the stools, and then stood up.
On the other side, he smiled enthusiastically at Gron, which gave people a very cute feeling and made people unable to be defensive.
The eldest son of the old man on the second floor was sitting in the same position as before, with a rifle in his hand, looking at the hall on the first floor, taking in everything that happened on this floor.
If someone were standing on the second floor at this time, they would find that the table that was wiped clean by the honest young man was actually the table that could be seen most clearly on the second floor. It seems that this honest young man is not real.
As honest as he appears.
As soon as Gelong came in, he took a clear look at the internal situation of the inn, then walked to a clean table and sat down. The black-robed shaman disciple who knocked on the door stood behind Gelong, blocking the way.
The sight of the man on the second floor.
Of course, this black-robed shaman disciple did this on purpose. Such a position could ensure that the people on the second floor would not be able to cause harm to Geron in the first place. It could be regarded as blocking the bullet for Geron with his body.
"Masters, what do you want to eat?"
The honest young man looked at the black-robed shaman disciple and asked Gelong with an innocent smile. While speaking, he wiped his hands on the apron on his chest. This expressed the nervousness of a simple and honest young man.
Incisively and vividly.
"I won't eat. I have to go on my way soon. I'm in a hurry."
Gelong waved his hands to the old man and the young man, with an impatient look on his face.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
When the old man saw Ge Long's behavior, he looked at Ge Long with some confusion and asked.
"Old man, what did the three people who came here say just now? Where are they going?"
Gelong didn't show politeness to the old man at all, and directly asked the question he wanted to ask. He still wanted to chase the three gangsters tonight, but he didn't have time to make excuses with the old man.
"Uncle, we didn't know that they kicked us out while they were talking."
The old man looked embarrassed and shook his head at Gron, indicating that he really didn't know what those three people said.
"Haha, I don't believe Huang Xianjiao doesn't know what happened in his store."
Gelong looked at the old man and smiled disdainfully, and with one sentence he completely destroyed the old man's confidence.
The guise hanging on the door of Sihai Inn is the guise of Huang Xianjiao. This was originally set up by the Huang family for the convenience of their own people, for inquiring about information and for resting. These people are all from the Huang family, and they are considered shamans in their own right.
peripheral disciples.
"Uncle, what are you talking about? We don't understand."