In the pitch-black field, a spherical ball of white mist suddenly appeared, and it was "rolling" toward him. Anyone who saw it would be frightened at that time.
The man was stunned and said in panic: "It's so white that it's scary. Could this be a ghost?"
The rest of the people driving the carriage also looked over after hearing what he said.
If you look carefully, some people will be frightened, and naturally there will also be people who don't believe in evil.
One of them was six feet six, with a fat face, a heavy back, big shoulders and round buttocks, like a black bear. If he sat down on the ground, he would probably kill three wild boars.
Being so strong, he is naturally not afraid of anything. He glanced at Tuan Wu and snorted coldly, showing contempt.
This big black man pulled out a blood-colored copper rod as thick as a baby's arm from the secret slot under the carriage. He made a loud sound, as if he was talking in a vat:
"Don't say it's a ghost. Even ghosts are afraid of evil people like me! Let me meet this monster."
This person took the lead with a stick, jumped out from the queue, picked up the bloody copper stick, and pressed on his head.
Ye Wumian immediately raised his hand and shouted: "Stop! It's too hot. Can you gentlemen take a break?"
He thought that this group of people should be Director Wu and his party. It's just that he didn't recognize Manager Wu, so he read out the secret code first, waiting for the other party's reaction.
The big black bear man was stunned for a moment and cursed harshly: "I'm almost freezing to death. I'm so hot for you!"
The copper stick in his hand only hesitated for a moment, and then he hit again after tightening it a little.
Ye Wumian jumped up to avoid it, thinking: "This code doesn't work? Could it be that this group of people is not Director Wu and his party?"
Just as he was getting suspicious, he heard someone in the convoy shout loudly: "Stop! Big black dog, don't make mistakes! I'm afraid there isn't some ghost in this fog, it should be a local martyr!"
The voice paused for a moment and then said: "People kindly advised me to wait for a rest, how can you fight against each other? It's a pity that there is heavy frost in September, so I don't dare to rest for fear of catching a cold!"
As soon as these words came out and the code was matched, Ye Wumian's eyes lit up, and the man was also overjoyed.
It's just that the big black dog man's iron rod didn't stop at these words and continued to hit him diagonally.
Nightless, I thought that this big black dog man was probably rebellious and disobedient. If you don't suffer a little hardship at this time, you will definitely suffer bad consequences and make people unhappy when you get to Black Elk Peak.
Without moving away, a ball of slightly stronger internal force came out of his hands and struck towards the middle of the iron rod.
There was only a "bang" sound, a loud sound like ringing gold, and the blood-colored copper rod seemed to have hit an iron wall and was stopped abruptly.
The big black dog man was so shocked that his jaw hurt so much that he took two steps back. There was a cloud of disbelief in his bear-like eyes. He stabilized his figure, put away the bloody copper rod, and stood aside honestly, not daring to make another mistake.
He secretly looked into the mist again, trying to see what kind of majestic figure the person who shocked him with this palm was.
Ye Wumian temporarily stopped the movement of internal energy in his body, and the rainwater falling on his body gradually stopped evaporating.
The fog dissipated, and the whole body was revealed.
The people in the motorcade looked at him one after another, their heads shaking.
He is not fat and has not yet fully grown. He is about the same height as Zhang Daqiu himself, only about five feet tall.
With such a small body, he was able to defeat the big black dog man. Not only the big black dog himself, but also everyone else was shocked.
Ye Wumian laughed and said from a distance: "Shuang Zhong, this rain is also heavy, it's like a hole has been opened in the sky, it will never stop raining!"
After saying the secret code, this sentence was his free expression.
After all, the identities of both parties have been confirmed. What happens next depends entirely on the local situation at that time.
As he said this, he walked towards the motorcade. As he got closer, by the light of the swaying lantern on the car, in the rain, he got a rough look at the attire of the person he had just spoken to.
A red scarf is tied up, which is blocked by the head, and only the two corners under the forehead can be seen. He was wearing a red raincoat, dripping with water as the rain fell. It is distinguished from the green coir raincoats of others.
Most of the people nearby were responsible for driving the mule cart; even those who were not driving the mule cart were still walking. He was the only one sitting on a chair dragged at the back of a mule cart. He didn't stand up until Ye Wumian approached.
He was the one who looked around and was frightened by Night Sleepless.
As for the appearance, due to the hazy rain and flickering lights, the whole face is relatively blurry. Only one thing is certain, that is, it is ugly.
Ye Wumian felt that this person looked familiar. He always felt that he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
When the two parties met, several people in the convoy made eye contact and gradually showed a relaxed look.
The man in the red coir raincoat raised his hands to sleepless nights and said with a smile: "Yes, it's raining so hard that it really kills people. We, the salesmen who go from village to village, do some small business and make a living, are here In such windy and rainy weather, it is really, haha, bitter, miserable."
As he spoke, he began to complain, looking like he hated the world and hated the pain. Looking at his expression, he looked like a businessman from the countryside.
Ye Wuxian looked at the people and calculated the number of people. Including the big black dog man who returned to the convoy with him, there were indeed thirteen people.
The number of vehicles and mules was exactly the same as what the messenger said.
The mules kept their heads down and endured the arduous journey.
The car was covered with tarpaulin, and when the rain fell on it, it slid off. It must have protected the goods inside from getting soaked by the rain.
But it also blocked his vision, making it difficult for him to see clearly what was inside.
After a few glances, Ye Wumian looked away and said with a smile, "Isn't that right?! It's not easy for anyone to live in this bullshit world!"
He complained a few words in agreement, rubbed his hands again, sighed and raised his head and said: "This day has not been this cold in eight hundred years. Several brothers must have been cold on the way."
The man in the red coir raincoat sighed and said, "It's cold, it's cold! Everywhere in my body is cold! It's such a crazy weather!"
After coughing, the others quickly understood and complained about the cold.
Ye Wumian let out a "tsk" and said with a smile: "Brothers, you know it's cold, why are you still wasting your time in the wilderness? Why don't you go to my village to rest for a night. Although my place is not very good, there is also hot soup. Eat, have hot food in your mouth, boil a big iron pot of hot water, and spread it with a tattered quilt."
He said in a persuasive way: "Brothers, please warm yourself up. Let's wait until the wind and rain subside tomorrow and the weather clears up. Then we can push the carts down the mountain. It won't be too late to continue on our way!"
The man in the red coir raincoat quickly looked at the people behind him, pretended to hesitate for a while, and then said with an embarrassed look: "The invitation from brothers is like a help in the snow. It's just that there are more than a dozen people in my group, six mules, and three carriages. I'm afraid the cost of being pushed to your camp to spend the night will not be small!"
