Han Zhao quickly found the west wing.
His figure was like a nimble black cat, walking silently across the roof, easily avoiding the bandits around him.
With the hearing enhanced by the health-preserving formula, Han Zhao heard the sounds in the west wing.
Han Zhao was a little stunned.
"You're still so energetic even though you're injured?!"
He waited patiently, now was not the best time to take action.
Two women walked out of the room, one of them still dressed as a heroine, wearing a long sword at her waist.
Han Zhao circulated his Qi to strengthen his hearing and found that the other party's heartbeat was irregular and his breath was disordered.
This is a sign of severe loss of Qi and blood, and the injury is indeed serious.
"Is it a tonic technique?" Han Zhao secretly cursed.
Drinking and indulgence is a taboo for warriors, especially if they are injured.
The other party shouldn't be so stupid. It was obvious that he had practiced the evil skill of collecting tonic just like Ah Wei whom he killed.
Got it!
Han Zhao suddenly had a plan in mind.
After all, this was the first time he faced a warrior in the blood training realm. Even if the opponent was seriously injured, he didn't know if he was hiding his trump card.
Now he is in the dark and the enemy is in the light, so he can take advantage of this.
Thinking of this, Han Zhao waited until the two women left the yard, quietly followed them, and then hid behind a rockery and waited quietly.
A few minutes later, a woman wearing coarse linen clothes slowly walked over.
Looking at her steps and listening to her breathing, it is obvious that she is an ordinary person without any martial arts skills.
When Han Zhao was passing by the rockery, he suddenly jumped out, covered her mouth and dragged her behind the rockery.
He pinched the woman's pulse and whispered: "If you don't say anything, I won't kill you. Do you understand?"
In order to prevent wrong killing, you have to go through the process.
The woman in linen clothes nodded repeatedly.
"Where are you from? Why are you in Feilong Village?" Han Zhao asked in a low voice, putting his hand on the woman's throat.
The woman in linen clothes was originally frightened, but looking at the masked man's eyes as bright as the sea of stars and listening to his hoarse and low voice, she suddenly became much calmer and whispered: "The little woman is originally from the Chu State. , because of severe drought and plague, all my family members died. Later, they fled here and were captured by Feilong Village..."
Han Zhao frowned slightly. Listening to the woman's words, she seemed to come from a scholarly family, and indeed she seemed to have been captured. He then said, "How about you do me a favor and I'll take you out of here?"
"The little woman is willing to help the young hero get rid of the thieves, but she only brings me as a burden, which may be a drag on the young hero. After the incident is completed, you should leave on your own." The woman in linen clothes was a little moved, but in the end she shook her head.
Han Zhao was startled and couldn't help but fell into silence. After a moment, he said, "In that case, one day, after I destroy Feilong Village, I can rescue you and the others."
"Thank you, young hero." The woman in linen clothes said.
"I'm offended." Han Zhao nodded, knocked the woman unconscious with a knife, then took off her coat and changed out of his night clothes.
Kaka!
Amidst a slight sound of bones rubbing together, Han Zhao's height of over 1.7 meters gradually shortened to over 1.6 meters tall.
And his original facial features also changed accordingly. In the end, he was about 60-70% similar to the linen woman, but his appearance was more gentle.
He took off his extraction knife and hid it together behind the rockery.
Then, he crumpled his uniform into a ball and stuffed it into his chest.
"Ji..." Han Zhao raised his voice.
[If you sell women's clothing, it should be very marketable, and it can be regarded as a good way to make money. 】
System prompts appear at inopportune times.
Han Zhao rolled his eyes, twisted his waist slightly and walked out of the rockery, heading towards the west wing.
When he was approaching the door, he scooped some of the prepared Qingfeng powder and stuffed it deep into his nostrils. As long as he breathed hard, he could inhale the Qingfeng powder into his nasal cavity.
As soon as he reached the door of the main house, an impatient voice came from the room.
"Why so slow? Come in quickly!"
"Yes, uncle~" Han Zhao's soft voice sounded, and he gently opened the door.
I saw a young man dressed in black leaning on the bed. He looked dignified, but the evil look between his eyebrows ruined his overall temperament.
"Huh? A chef heroine? She's quite innovative!" The young man was stunned for a moment. He looked at Han Zhao's figure and looked at her coquettish expression. He told her that she was not a woman from a good family. He smiled and said, "You are a newbie?" Are you here? Or the oiran from Zuiyue Tower?"
"The slave's red sleeves." Han Zhao said with a salute.
The young man raised his fingers at her and patted the bed, "Come up quickly."
[The other person seems anxious, but actually he is wary of you. 】
The system prompt appeared, and Han Zhao noticed that the young man's eyes stopped on the sword at his waist.
He stepped forward, took off the sword from his waist, held the hilt, and stabbed the young man in the chest. He said in a cooing voice: "You thief, look at the sword!"
The young man looked shocked, but found that Han Zhao's stabbing knife was sheathed, and his movements were light and soft.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and he stretched out his hand to hold the bottom of the scabbard, and smiled evilly: "Knives are for cutting people, swords and guns are for stabbing! Let me teach you how to use the sword first, and then let you know how to use it." gun!"
With that said, the young man pulled out the scabbard and tried to snatch the knife from Han Zhao's hand.
"Hey~!"
The sound of Qingyue's sword sounded, and the terrifying sense of crisis made the hairs on the young man's body stand on end, but it was already too late.
I saw a flash of black light in front of my eyes.
Gulu~
The young man's head rolled down on the bed, and he paused while holding the scabbard in his hand.
"Huh? Where's my head?!" Looking at the headless body leaning on the bed, the young man's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief on his face.
The next second, Han Zhao pierced his forehead with a sword, and with a twist of the sword, he completely wiped out his consciousness.
"Is this the vitality of a blood-training warrior?!" Han Zhao looked surprised and sheathed his sword.
He did not expect that even if his head was beheaded, the other party would not die immediately, but would still be conscious.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, it would have been troublesome if the other party called him out.
This time, in order to save the sword energy contained in the sword of death, he even wore women's clothes.
It's a near miss after all.
"Um?"
"The blood is poisonous?!"
The pungent smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, making Han Zhao suddenly feel dizzy and his body numb.
He quickly inhaled the Qingfeng Powder into his nose, and a stench suddenly hit the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a cool air appeared, his consciousness quickly returned to clarity, and his body was no longer numb.
He skillfully took out the black cloth, wrapped a few more layers on the young man's head, and then began to touch the body.
'Blood Lingce', 'Hundred Poison Palm', 'Luan Feng He Ming Gong'.
Han Zhao glanced at it and put the secret book and banknotes away close to his body.
Then he searched the room again to see if there were any other good things, and found a half-meter-high iron cage in the corner against the wall, which contained a brightly colored bird.
The bird's head and back neck are dark brown, and its body feathers are brown-yellow as a whole, with stripes of various colors. The colors of its feathers contrast with each other, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, which is very eye-catching.
At this time, the bird was lying motionless in the cage, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.
"What kind of bird is this?!"
Han Zhao was stunned.
A system prompt appears.
[There is a 65% probability that it is an unknown bird demon; a 34% probability that it is a golden pheasant; a 1% probability that it is a descendant of the Phoenix's thin bloodline. After ten thousand years of cultivation, there is a chance that the bloodline will return to the ancestors and turn into a spiritual beast. 】
"Phoenix? Any bird can be considered a descendant of the Phoenix, right?"
"Ten thousand years of cultivation? Then the grass on my grave is probably ten feet long!"
Han Zhao was speechless, but he didn't dislike it and left the main room with the cage in hand.
This chicken looks good.
No matter if you stew it and eat it or sell it, you won’t lose anything.
He went back to the rockery, retrieved the extraction knife, then took off his women's clothes, put on his night clothes, and woke the woman up.
"I have killed the evil guy inside. Now go to the main room and pretend that you just found out. This matter has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?" Han Zhao handed the woman the linen clothes he had changed.
"Thank you, young hero." The woman took the clothes but hesitated, "Young hero, can you please leave a name? I think..."
"My name is Song Que, go ahead." Han Zhao nodded.
This evil blood warrior's head was worth five hundred taels of silver. He couldn't give it up, and his record of killing blood warriors couldn't be concealed. Song Que's name would definitely be spread around, and it didn't matter if he said it.
"Young hero, see you later." The woman walked towards the main house.
Han Zhao saw that she really had no intention of making any noise, so he blended into the darkness and rushed in the opposite direction.
After a while, a scream echoed through the night sky.
This movement quickly attracted the attention of the bandits in the cottage. A large number of bandits woke up from their sleep and rushed towards the house holding torches.
Seeing the bandits being led away, Han Zhao took the opportunity to escape and left the stronghold.
He stood in the bushes not far from the cottage and watched the commotion inside.
"Ji~"
After Han Zhao galloped around, the golden pheasant in the cage was shaken awake and made a sound.
"Stop crowing." Han Zhao said in a deep voice.
"Chi!" The Golden Pheasant's voice seemed to be filled with anger.
"Okay, okay! I'll go back and get you something to eat later."
"What's going on!"
"You call me again and I'll stew you!"
"..."
"I can't cure you flat-haired beast?!" Han Zhao chuckled and shook the cage vigorously, but the golden pheasant inside did not dare to make a sound.
He took a deep look at the cottage not far away and murmured: "Next time I come back, I won't have to be so secretive."
After saying this, he turned around and left, descending the mountain at night.
