At this moment, the sound of rapid horse hooves appeared behind Han Yun.
Han Yun frowned when he saw this, extinguished the flame in his hand, and then drew out the sword from his waist.
It seemed that the first night down the mountain was destined to be a murderous night.
The three horses came from behind, quickly bypassed Han Yun, and stopped in front of him. Immediately sat three people, wearing large black cloaks, whose faces could not be seen clearly.
What is surprising is that these three people did not even look at Han Yun. They dismounted and came to He Shiba's body on the ground to inspect it.
"died."
A woman in the middle said calmly.
Then, the three of them stood up and looked up at Han Yun.
On both sides were two old men, but the appearance of the woman in the middle made Han Yun frown secretly.
This girl turned out to be exactly the same as He Shiba, and her height and figure were exactly the same.
Could it be twins?
Revenge is coming?
The woman in the middle who looked exactly like He Shiba hugged Han Yun and asked,
"May I ask this hero, was it you who killed this thief?"
Thief?
How is this going? Aren't they in the same group?
Han Yun had a calm expression and said nothing, but his vigilance did not diminish at all and he was ready to take action at any time.
The three people in front of him were all at the fifth level, and he was still confident of killing them all.
"Don't get me wrong, hero. I am He Shiba, the saint of the Witch God Cult. This girl is a traitor to our Witch God Cult. She pretended to be me and committed evil. She chased her all the way here. Unexpectedly, you killed her first, hero. I represent you The Witch God Sect has thanked its friends."
Han Yun suddenly realized that the other party was the real He Shiba, and the one he killed was a fake.
It's just that most women call themselves slaves, concubines, or little girls. Why does this woman call herself a subordinate, like a man?
However, people in the Jianghu world do not stick to trivial matters, and Han Yun did not think deeply about this. Seeing the other person acting like this, he was indeed very masculine.
"I was passing by here just now. This woman wanted to rob me, but I killed her easily. No need to be polite."
Han Yun said calmly while riding on his horse.
"This thief killed countless people along the way. We chased her all the way, but she was able to escape cunningly. Fortunately, your Excellency is highly skilled in martial arts and solved this disaster.
Although our Witch God Sect is a well-known and upright sect, we have so many disciples that it is inevitable that the good and the bad will be mixed, and some scum will appear, which will bring discredit to our Witch God Sect. "
He Shiba smiled apologetically, but had no intention of getting out of the way.
At this time, the old man squatted down and inspected the corpse of Fake He Shiba.
He first tore off the mask on the corpse's face. Han Yun looked down and saw that the woman's original appearance could only be regarded as ordinary, far less beautiful than the real He Shiba.
The old man took off the other party's clothes in a few moments, checked the injury, and said,
"Holy girl, the traitor was hit by a total of five whips, and the protective magical weapon was also broken. There were traces of the immortal's upper body in her body, but she was still dead. She should have been easily killed by this friend.
This friend is very strong, but..."
The old man looked embarrassed.
He Shiba frowned and asked,
"Just what?"
"It's just that the traitor's injuries are mostly concentrated on his buttocks. He should be spanked to death."
Hearing this, He Shiba was surprised for a moment, then turned to look at Han Yun, his eyes becoming very amused and shocked.
Han Yun was shocked, why do you look at me like this? I'm not a pervert!
"Well...it was just that she was running away when I killed her, so the injuries were concentrated on her back..."
"Okay, my friend, there is no need to explain. We all understand that no one in my world has a hobby."
As he spoke, He Shiba gave Han Yun a lewd look that every man would understand, and said that he would not tell anyone.
Han Yun once again doubted whether He Shiba was really a man. This was too manly.
"If Miss He has nothing else to do, I'll take my leave. I have to be on my way."
"Well, that's fine. I don't know your surname. If you have time in the future, you can come to our Witch God Sect to be a guest. We will treat you as a distinguished guest."
"No need, you and I just met by chance. We'll never see each other again."
Han Yun rode around a few people and walked slowly forward.
He Shiba looked at Han Yun's figure, then took out a thousand-mile transmission note and said,
"The traitor has been killed. He was killed by a mysterious hero. The attack was crisp and clear. The traitor had almost no room to resist."
After he finished speaking, the Thousand Mile Telephone Note in his hand automatically burned, floated into the air and turned into ashes.
This Thousand Miles Transmission Symbol is a kind of local talisman and seal script. It has only one function, and that is one-way sound transmission.
After transmitting the message to the headquarters, He Shiba and the others took out some kerosene, poured it on the face of the traitor's corpse, then set a fire and rode towards the south.
Han Yun rode towards the south and soon noticed the three people behind him following him. He remained calm, but there was an unhappy look on his face.
The three people behind him caught up with Han Yun after a while.
"Everyone, your work has been done, why are you still following me?"
Han Yun asked.
"We are not following you. There is only one official road going south from Changshan City. If we want to go to the Land of Demonic Fall, we can only take this road."
"Aren't you here to hunt down traitors?"
"That's just part of it. Our main goal is the Land of Demonic Fall. The large forces of the Witch God Cult have already set off. We are lagging behind because we are chasing the traitors."
"oh."
"So, we are not specifically following you, we are just along the way."
He Shiba smiled slyly, looked at Han Yun, blinked, and said,
"Brother, are you also going to the Land of Demonic Fall?"
"No, just wandering around at will."
Han Yun was worried that if he said that he was going to the Land of Demonic Fall, He Shiba would shamelessly follow him all the way. That would be annoying to death.
"Oh, brother, now that the Land of Demonic Fall is open, why don't you team up with us to take a look? I think your strength is not weak, and your character is not bad either. We just happened to be in a team, and we can go on the road and in the forbidden area. It’s good to take care of each other.”
"No need, I'm used to it. I just want to travel around the mountains and rivers, and don't want to go to that place of right and wrong."
"Oh, that's such a pity. Your surname is my dear brother. Who do you study under?"
…
Han Yun was a little helpless. This He Shiba was too familiar. He had been so cold, but he couldn't dispel this woman's enthusiasm at all.
Moreover, he could see that He Shiba's enthusiasm for him was entirely due to his forthright personality of loving to make friends, and had nothing to do with the relationship between men and women.
In the end, Han Yun couldn't defeat her, so he could only casually say the pseudonym "Qingyu" to dismiss her.
In the morning, He Shiba and the others stopped to rest and feed their horses. Han Yun took this opportunity to say goodbye and leave.
