He blurted out without hesitation: "Those two people we met on the road were said to be father and daughter. They entered Moheyanqi to find medicine. They were afraid of danger, so they wanted to go with the caravan. I think they It was so pitiful that I agreed."
Han Changmu continued to ask: "Then when did they leave, and what did they say when they left."
Mr. Kang shook his head inexplicably: "I, I don't know, just that morning, when Yong, Yong was poisoned by food, they, they both disappeared."
Han Changmu glanced at Mr. Kang and his party coldly, and continued to ask: "What about you? What do you know?"
These people had long been stunned, trembling with fear, trembling lips, unable to say anything.
Han Changmu took a step forward, looked directly at Master Kang, and said calmly: "Master Kang, I would like to ask you to borrow something."
Master Kang suddenly turned pale and staggered back a few steps, obviously frightened.
Yao Yao raised his head, looked at Han Changmu, and clicked his tongue.
Often when you say this, the next sentence is to borrow money to get someone's head. No wonder Mr. Kang is afraid and hides in fear.
Mr. Kang's face turned pale with fright, his voice trembled violently, and he said with no confidence, "No, no, I don't know what Mr. Han wants to borrow, what thing."
Han Changmu smiled slightly: "I want to borrow Mr. Kang's high-speed car."
Yao Yao made a sound.
It turns out that we need to borrow a high-rise truck to carry the remains, but it’s really difficult to carry so many remains.
Mr. Kang breathed a long sigh of relief and nodded hurriedly: "Borrow, borrow, it's a small matter. Mr. Han needs it, just take it."
Han Changmu nodded and waved.
Meng Suige hurriedly received Master Kang's cart, and together with several others, he put the bones and weapons into the cart. The remaining clothes that could not be stuffed were wrapped up and left on the pack horse. .
Han Changmu looked at Mr. Kang and his party quietly.
He didn't want to kill them all, that would be too cold-blooded.
But they happened to have a relationship with the people of the Four Holy Sects. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, this was a hidden danger.
If it is a hidden danger, it must be eliminated.
Meng Sui packed up the high cart a few people away, and blocked the retreat of Kang Sabao and his party with a tacit understanding.
The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and it was so tense that it made people feel uneasy.
Mr. Kang stumbled uneasily and said: "Han, Mr. Han, the high car has been given to you. Can we go?"
Han Changmu remained silent, his expression cold.
Li Weiwei took a step back, shook the knife in his hand, and said with a stern look on his eyebrows: "Han, the bandits still have to be moral. Do you people in the government just talk like farts?"
As soon as he said this, Li Huwei regretted it. He knew that what he said was bad. Han Changmu never said that he could lose money and avoid disaster, but he named their identities and they would be silenced if not silenced.
He didn't hesitate, the gangsterism in his brows became even stronger. He held the long knife in front of him and rushed out without hesitation.
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes coldly and raised his chin towards Meng Sui.
Meng Sui nodded from the other four people and rushed into Mr. Kang and his group like a gust of wind.
A burst of sword flashes and sword shadows continued to pass by, and short and sharp wails were heard one after another.
The bloody light instantly blinded Helian Wenyuan's eyes. He shook violently and looked at Han Changmu in horror.
These people are more ferocious than bandits. Facing bandits, they still have a way to survive by losing money and avoiding disaster.
But these people are not interested in wealth, but only in life.
Helian Wenyuan felt that his legs were a little weak and he could no longer stand. He had never thought about the consequences of killing people and silencing them.
He opened his mouth, his face was pale, and he shouted with difficulty: "Mr. Han."
Han Changmu's expression was extremely complicated. He looked at each other and said slowly: "Brother Helian, I did not do it to kill people and silence them, but because they were involved in the internal affairs of the Turks when they besieged the Fifth Feng. I had to do this."
After the blood light dissipated, Meng Sui retreated away from the four others.
Master Kang and his party fell breathless on the edge of Jinbo Valley, covered in blood, but no wounds could be seen.
Helian Wenyuan was silent.
Now he has no choice but to believe that Han Changmu will keep his promise.
Yao Yao pursed his lips and sighed slightly.
Along the way, Han Changmu was cold and calm, but gentle at the same time, making her almost forget Han Changmu's true face.
He is the real him in front of him, and he is undoubtedly the most cold-blooded and cruel.
Dozens of corpses were left hanging at the bottom of the valley, with no one trying to bury them.
Day by day, exposed to the wind and sun, it will eventually become a mummy half-buried in the yellow sand.
Killing people, stealing goods, destroying corpses and eradicating traces are the specialties of bandits and thieves.
And they are officials, they just kill and don't bury them, they are more ruthless than bandits.
The camel and horse team named Kang Sabao was still at the bottom of the valley. The smart horses neighed violently and the horses' hooves moved back and forth uneasily.
Gu Chen and the others had no time to appease the horses. No matter how good the horses among the merchants were, they were not as good as the military horses they brought from Suzhou.
They were busy rummaging through the camel team's luggage, not to mention various medicinal materials, gold and silver, but the most important thing was water.
Gather the water from the two groups of people, and divide the remaining water into two parts. One part is just enough for Meng Suige and others to go to Yema Spring to get water for tracking, while the other part is just enough for Han Changmu and the others to escort the skeleton back. The fifth beacon.
Along the way, Han Changmu knew the character and methods of Gu Chen and others, and he was even more assured of Meng Suigai, who he had brought out with his own hands. He had nothing to say, so he just got on his horse and shouted loudly: "We will be here in half a month." Wait for me at Chiyayi, if you can’t wait for me in five days, you can return to the fifth beacon.”
Several people should claim to be.
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, and these people divided into two teams.
A group of people traveled lightly, carrying only life-saving food, grass, water and salt, and galloped towards the west.
Another group of people drove a high cart and drove a group of camels and horses, galloping in the direction of the fifth beacon.
The valley bottom was empty and quiet. The wind swept over the dead bodies on the ground, and the smell of blood dispersed and gradually became fainter.
The clothes half covered in the sand moved, and the floating sand rolled down.
One hand clawed hard in the soft sand, and suddenly a low groan came out, it was extremely painful.
The floating sand fluttered for a while, all of it shook away, and someone struggled to crawl out from the pile of sand.
The gray dagger was cut into tatters by the sword, and dense, dark blood bloomed on his chest.
Blood and sand were smeared on his skinny face, and the gangster spirit between his brows could not be concealed. Yu Sheng's eyes were a little frightened, and he looked around.
It was Li Huwei, whose surname was Kang Sabao, whom he relied heavily on. I don't know how he survived.
Seeing that the surroundings were empty and Han Changmu and the others had really left, he staggered up, stood facing the wind, put his hand in his mouth, and heard a shrill and long whistle.
Then he sat cross-legged in the sand, and until the red sun gradually turned to the west and dusk began to appear, he didn't move any more. His patience was obviously outrageous.
On the high rocky mountain, behind the undulating rugged gravel, there were two people who were incredibly patient.
Ever since Li Huwei climbed out of the sand and sat cross-legged, the two of them had been lying behind the gravel, motionless. The light gray Hu clothes on their bodies blended with the gravel, and they seemed to be petrified. of.
The two men were so close that they could hear each other's muffled breathing.
Han Changmu slowly turned his head and glanced at Yao Yao.
She has lost a lot of weight, and her big almond eyes are particularly energetic, staring at the person down the valley with a good look.
The sky has gradually darkened, and mist has swept over the ground, curling up and covering the valley bottom.
Han Changmu and Han Changmu were lying down until all the bones in their bodies were stiff, and they were almost on the verge of falling apart.
Li Huwei didn't know what he found. He suddenly opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, and shook off the sand all over his body.
He turned his head to look in the direction where Han Changmu and the two men were lying, and there was murderous intent in his eyes. He was not at all as submissive as before. He had a strong gangster spirit that had been entrenched in the village for a long time and was infiltrated during the robbery.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao looked at each other quickly, thinking that they had been discovered, and they were about to jump out in an instant.
Unexpectedly, the sound of horse hoofbeats could be heard in the distance. The three horses dispersed the dark dusk and mist. They did not stop on the rocky mountain. Passing by Han Changmu and the two men, they did not notice anything unusual and urged their horses. Dive into the valley.
Three horses surrounded Guard Li. Han Changmu looked serious, thinking that they were here to kill people in the dark night. Unexpectedly, the two men got off their horses and saluted in unison.
Seeing this scene, Han Changmu lay down again and looked at the valley quietly.
Low voices of conversation came from the valley, and the voice of one of them was very familiar. It was the saint who pretended to be a mute.
Her old-fashioned voice was hoarse and unpleasant, which was really unforgettable: "Li Shengshi, have you capsized in the gutter? It's really rare."
Her words were sarcastic, and it seemed that her relationship with Li Weiwei was really ordinary.
Li Huwei was obviously injured, and his voice was a bit weak: "Holy Envoy Zhou, do you know why you are at the bottom among the holy envoys in the sect?" He laughed mockingly: "You are already old, and you are still talking nonsense like this. So many, no wonder the old ones can hardly walk, they are being stepped on, and they still can’t get married.”
The mute girl drew her sword out of embarrassment and pointed it at Li Huwei's neck. The tip of the sword shone coldly and trembled slightly. Her voice became more aged and old-fashioned: "Li, I will chop you alive."
Li Weiwei raised two fingers, clamped the tip of the sword, and broke the tip with a click. He smiled casually: "Ms. Zhou, you are already half old, and you are still so angry. You will be too old soon." ”
The mute girl's eyes were red with anger, but she couldn't beat or scold Li Weiwei. Her breath was stuck in her throat, and she gritted her back molars with hatred, but in the face of absolute strength, she still He calmed down a little and said, "Li, you called me here just to make me listen to your nonsense?"
