In the telescope, a person and a horse seemed to be very close to each other, but in fact it was a very clever distance. If it weren't for the telescope, they wouldn't be able to see him clearly.
At this distance, if he showed up rashly and took action, he would only scare Guard Li and run away. At this distance, if he ran away on horseback, he would not be able to catch up.
The three people were waiting patiently behind Shapo, waiting for Guard Li to lose patience and go up Shapo to check.
The restless sound of horse hooves came low, and Guard Li couldn't see what was happening behind Shapo. He waited for two sticks of incense, but there was no movement behind Shapo. He stood up on the horse and looked into the wind.
Han Changmu and the other three never came out from behind the sand slope.
He hesitated for a moment.
He knew that Han Changmu was vicious and quick-witted, and if he acted arbitrarily, he would only bring trouble to himself.
But he still couldn't see the movements of Han Changmu and the others. He couldn't wait any longer and miss the opportunity. He could only find out what happened by walking up the sandy slope.
He took a deep breath, urged his horse to move slowly, and carefully stepped onto the sandy slope.
As soon as we reached the top of the slope, there were suddenly a few criss-crossing filaments around us. Under the bright sunlight, they showed a clear and semi-transparent light.
It turned out that Yao Yao had already laid a shadowless silk thread on the sandy slope, and was just waiting for Li Huwei to fall into his trap.
Guard Li alertly sensed the danger. The horse under his crotch neighed in fear and sharply. A pair of front hooves raised high, then fell heavily again, causing dust to fly.
The horse's hoof hit exactly the thin line across the sandy slope.
The filaments, as soft as silk, suddenly stretched straight and cut into the horse's hoof. In an instant, blood spattered everywhere, and the horse neighed miserably and staggered to the ground.
He fell off the horse in panic, but he reacted very quickly. He knew that he had fallen into the trap set by Han Changmu. He adjusted himself slightly and landed firmly on the ground. The long knife was drawn horizontally in front of him. The cold light sparkled.
At the same time, a clear sword cry sounded from the side, and a sharp sword light slashed diagonally.
The sword energy was so sharp that even the surrounding auras rippled.
Only a "clang" sound was heard, and the sword slashed hard on the blade, causing sparks to fly.
Han Changmu could have slashed with all his strength, cut off the blade, and struck Li Weiwei's body, but he had the intention of capturing him alive and did not dare to kill him.
Han Changmu and Li Huwei were in a stalemate, and sweatdrops fell down.
Yao Yao saw the opportunity and flew out. With a flick of his wrist, the filament lying on the ground was twisted crazily towards Guard Li.
Yellow sand was stirred up on the sandy slope and filled the area around Li Weibei.
He had just witnessed the power of this thin filament, and secretly screamed, his legs were no better than a horse's hooves, this weird filament could even cut through a cast-iron horseshoe easily, if it fell on his legs, Wouldn't it be like being chopped into pieces?
He jumped up without thinking, avoiding the filament.
As soon as he jumped up, the sword in Han Changmu's hand was curled up and thrust towards him at a tricky angle.
His expression changed. The sword was too cunning and unavoidable, so he ran into it.
The sharp sword cut his neck, and blood seeped out quickly.
He stiffened his neck and stiffened his body, not daring to move. He just glared at Han Changmu and cursed: "Beast, you deliberately lured me into a trap and stabbed someone in the dark. How can you be considered a hero?"
"Hey, hey." Yao Yao shook his wrist and smiled casually: "I hurt you with a hidden weapon. That's my credit. You don't want to help others take the credit."
Li Huwei's face twitched violently.
Before he could recover, Yao Yao slapped him hard across the face.
The beating made him blindfolded and dizzy, and there was a string of golden stars in front of his eyes.
He spat out a broken tooth covered in blood and cursed: "You little bitch, hit me."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows: "I'm the one who beat you, you idiot. You hit the sword yourself."
Li Huwei became angry because he knew full well that he had fallen into the hands of these people and would only die if he confessed.
It would be better to die if he was asked to confess. His eyes were stern and he would bite his tongue when he opened his mouth.
Han Changmu reacted very quickly, raised his hand and punched, his teeth mixed with blood and foam flew out, and rolled down on the sand.
Then he grabbed Li Weibei's hands and feet, only to hear a few crunching sounds, and his hands and feet were twisted several times one after another.
Li Weiwei opened his toothless mouth wide and screamed at the top of his lungs, which was deafening. Cold sweat suddenly dripped down his head.
Yao Yao frowned and shook his head.
Hiss, it hurts so much, it hurts just to look at it.
Helian Wenyuan grinned and bared his teeth, turning his head away.
Oh, let me go, it’s so miserable, I can’t bear to look at it.
Li Huwei's face was as golden as paper, his hands and feet were weak, and he lay limply on the sandy slope. The yellow sand around him was soaked with sweat and turned into ocher color. There was a pool of water stains under his body, and there was a stinking smell. .
He was embarrassed and desperate. Ever since he entered the world, he had always made others miserable, and he had never been so beaten that he peed his pants.
Yao Yao took out the knife in his hand, patted his face with the back of the knife, and smiled: "You can't just pretend to be dead and run away, but you still have to follow us, now it's over, you can't even die. She pretended to cover her eyes and clicked her tongue: "It's too miserable to look at."
Li Huwei's eyes were red, and he was filled with rage, but he couldn't even move a finger. He had to open his toothless mouth and cursed in a steady stream, completely losing his honest and humble look.
"You stinky bitch, you will die badly."
"Sooner or later, you will fall into my hands one day, and I will sell you to a brothel."
"I'm going to fuck you for eight generations, you little bitch."
He has no teeth all over his mouth, and his speech is very leaky, his voice is tinny, and his curse words sound a bit pitiful.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, automatically ignored Li Weibei's dirty words, and signaled Yao Yao to drag him to the bottom of the sand slope.
He slowly squatted down, holding a thin willow-leaf-shaped blade between his two fingers. The blade was extremely thin and extremely sharp.
The tragic light of the sword stung Li Huwei's eyes. Han Changmu's voice was calm, without any fluctuations, neither surprised nor angry, but cold and particularly penetrating: "I ask, you answer, if you say something wrong, you can try the consequences." ."
Li Huwei stared with a pair of blood-red eyes, pursed his lips, and put on a posture that he would rather die than surrender.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said calmly: "There are several holy envoys, several protectors, and how many followers there are in the Four Holy Sect."
Li Huwei turned his head away and said nothing.
Han Changmu smiled nonchalantly, and a cold light flashed from his hand, falling on Li Wewei's wrist.
Li Huwei felt no pain, only saw a very fine wound on his wrist, and blood quickly overflowed from the wound and flowed onto the yellow sand.
It was just some blood, but it was nothing to Li Huwei, who was extremely skilled in martial arts and determined.
He sneered. If this injury could make him speak, he, the holy envoy, would be a joke.
Han Changmu only smiled calmly, this was just the beginning, the suffering was yet to come.
He took out an exquisite dark porcelain bottle and poured some ink-colored powder onto the wound. The blood quickly solidified and stopped flowing.
When the powder was sprinkled on the wound, it was just a little cold at first, but Li Weibei didn't find it anything unbearable.
But within three breaths, his face slowly flushed, big beads of sweat fell down, and his cheeks became twisted and struggling, obviously suffering from great pain.
Yao Yao was surprised. It seemed that what was unbearable was not the wound, but the strange powder.
She approached Han Changmu and said with a smile, "Sir, what is that you are spreading?"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Some tricks are not worth mentioning."
Yao Yao snorted.
It's not worth mentioning. I obviously don't want to tell her for fear of being snatched away by her.
She shamelessly asked persistently: "Master, how did he feel when you sprinkled this powder on him?"
Han Changmu became even more indifferent and asked: "Do you want to give it a try?"
Yao Yao wrinkled the tip of his nose and hummed slightly.
Li Huwei's expression was even more painful. He was curled up, twisted, shaking badly, and sweating like raindrops all over his body.
He seemed to want to raise his hands to do something, but his hands and feet were broken and he couldn't do anything.
His leaky mouth opened and closed, and he struggled to murmur: "Itchy, itchy, itchy."
Yao Yao heard clearly and was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other in surprise with Helian Wenyuan.
My whole body is itchy and I can't scratch it. It's inhumane.
Yao Yao asked in disbelief: "Master, is he talking about itching?"
Han Changmu nodded calmly: "It's itching. This medicine is called Rugusu. It enters the blood vessels from the wound. It not only nourishes the skin and flesh, but also makes the bones very itchy." He looked at Li Weiwei with a smile and said calmly: "Now you just This arm is itchy, and if you still don’t want to say it, then the other arm is itchy. If you still don’t want to say it, it means your legs are itchy, your body is itchy, and your whole body is itchy.”
There was a bloodless white blade in the smile, and the voice was as cold as a sneaky reminder. Li Huwei had never been so desperate before, and he was in a dilemma between life and death.
There was finally a hint of invisible brokenness on his resolute face.
Han Changmu promptly shook the other porcelain bottle in his hand, which was as white as jade, and smiled calmly: "This is the antidote. It's up to you whether you want it or not."
Li Huwei's anxious eyes were red and bloodshot. He bit his lower lip hard, and his mouth was full of blood. His mind became clear for a moment. Taking advantage of this clarity, he shook his head resolutely and said sharply. :"just kill me."
Han Changmu was stunned, this was really a tough guy.
He was silent, admiring this strong bone.
However, he had to bite this hard nut.
The cold white sword light flashed past, and he cut off Li Huwei's hands and feet one by one, and spread the bone-deep meat as black as ink.
Then he sighed lightly.
His hands were always stained with blood involuntarily.
