Chapter 125 Return to the Quicksand Collection (2700 Votes Plus More, Monthly Votes Requested)

He waited for a few more hours, and saw the sky was dark red like fire, and the ground was golden. It was already sunset, but An Guoxie had not come over to hang around. He became more and more anxious, and vaguely sensed something was wrong.

The clerk retreated into the store and left through the back door, but he had changed his clothes, a white robe, a white turban, a typical Shake.

He walked through the town at a very fast pace, bypassed the small lake, and arrived at the area where the palace was originally located. Then, he stepped into the temple where he saw An Guoxie enter last night.

As soon as he entered the temple, his heart sank rapidly. Even though a long time had passed, the air was still filled with a faint smell of blood and an indescribable and uncomfortable smell.

With the light of the setting sun, he searched for traces on the ground inch by inch. Suddenly, his eyes froze. There were faint dark spots on the ground in front of the broken statue.

Although it was obvious that someone had dealt with the traces, the splashed blood was hidden very deeply. If the sunset light had not just shone here at this time, it would have been special and he would not have found it at all.

The horse bandit who was disguised as a clerk stood there in a daze. Without checking, he guessed that this was the blood of Master An Guo. He was probably no longer in this world. After all, if he killed someone else, why would he bother to deal with the traces? As long as he didn't kill the relatives of the boss, the disciples favored by the ancestors, the descendants of the Snow Mountain Sect, the Vajra Temple, the Shura Temple, and the Joy Temple, who could do anything to him?

Things got out of hand... The horse bandit spy sighed in his heart. This was no longer something he could handle!

One of the two disciples that the ancestors valued most, a great master with nine orifices opened and a famous name on the list, was killed so silently?

The strength of the murderer was definitely far beyond his imagination!

He searched carefully for a while, but found no other clues. He did not dare to delay and quietly walked around the store, writing down in detail what he saw and heard and his guesses in a letter.

At night, he jumped to the woods beside the lake, pinched his lower lip, and whistled. After a few long and two short whistles, a strange bird with a white top and black feathers flew out of the woods, landed on his shoulder happily, and patted his head with its wings, which was extremely affectionate.

The horse bandit exchanged feelings with the strange bird for a while, fed it a few strips of fresh meat, and then tied the letter to its feet and let it flap its wings into the sky.

The horse bandit was stunned for a while, sighed softly, and quietly returned to the store.

The next day, he was in the shop and selling goods as usual. In the evening, just as he was about to close the door under the order of the shopkeeper, a tall middle-aged man appeared in front of his eyes. He had no head covering, a black robe covering his body, short and thick hair, a full beard, a black eye patch on his left eye, and a narrow and evil black saber on his waist.

"Boss." The horse bandit lowered his head and shouted respectfully, using the language of the Western Regions, not the unwritten language of the Great Jin on the trade route.

This man was Ze Luoju, one of the three major horse bandits in Hanhai, a disciple of the crying old man, a master of the outer scene, nicknamed "Hanhai Evil Knife".

Ze Luoju's voice was hoarse and had a special magnetism. He also said in the Western Regions language: "Where is the temple."

An Guoxie was a master with nine orifices opened. He was one of the two most powerful people in the lineage of the crying old man, Ze Luoju and Yan Shiche. His death was of great importance, so Ze Luoju came in person after receiving the secret letter.

The bandit didn't dare to say anything more. He looked at the shopkeeper and found that he didn't notice anything, as if there was no Zeluoju at the door of the store. He felt a sense of regret in his heart. He was indeed the Evil Blade of the Sea.

He quickly closed the door of the store, left from the back, and took Zeluoju into the temple.

Zeluoju looked at the hard-to-find bloodstain on the ground, slowly took off his eye mask, and his empty left eye suddenly lit up with a faint green light, as if there were things like fish swimming in it. Suddenly, there were bursts of voices of wronged souls in the temple, and it became gloomy.

His left eye was dug out by the crying old man, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He practiced a very difficult magic skill - "Evil Eye of the Netherworld", which is also one of the origins of the nickname of the Evil Blade.

The faint green light became brighter and brighter, and the whole temple seemed to be reflected in the green light, gloomy and terrifying. The bandit was trembling with fear and trembling in his heart.

Zeluoju looked for a while, turned around and walked out of the temple, walked slowly to the edge of the small lake, and then raised his hand, and a strong wind rolled up, and a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the lake.

The whirlpool quickly expanded, and suddenly burst, white waves rushed to the sky, and two stones were brought up.

On the stones were tied a headless corpse and a broken head.

The bandit looked at it intently. Although the face of the corpse had been bitten into a bloody mess by the fish in the lake, the iconic white hair clearly proved that he was An Guoxie and had indeed been killed!

"Good kill, I wanted to kill this bastard a long time ago." Zeluoju said calmly, "But no matter how much he deserves to be killed, we have to do it!"

His "Netherworld Evil Eye" could not identify scars, so he put on the eye mask again and squatted beside the corpse to examine it carefully.

"There are scars on the forehead and cheeks, but they were deliberately destroyed by someone, and they were bitten and swallowed by fish. It is impossible to confirm what kind of martial arts caused them, and it is also impossible to confirm whether they were fatal..." Zhe Luoju whispered to himself, and the horse bandit wisely did not respond.

"There are hidden weapon scars, and the body was poisoned. The heart was severely damaged. This should be one of the main causes of death. There are traces of poison gas remaining in the meridians and signs that the internal energy dissipated before death..." Zhe Luoju said half in thought and half in observation.

"The bones are completely softened, which should be done when dodging swords. If the dog can achieve this level, either his strength will completely suppress him, or he will come in a hurry and be unable to react in time... The Kuangsha Magic Skill has signs of adverse luck. Combined with the above, it should be treated as a counterattack If you can resist the effects of toxins and San Gong poison gas, if you have the strength to suppress him, you don’t have to go to such trouble..."

Zeluoju clapped his hands, stood up, and said to the horse bandit: "The murderer's strength is no more than six orifices. He is good at using poisons and concealed weapons. He is a tolerant person and should be very good at swordsmanship and swordsmanship. An Guoxie is himself. Make a mistake and lose your guard , was smoked with San Gong poison gas, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness to attack. The sword was a cover, and the ultimate hidden weapon was the cause of death. However, judging from the scars on the sword that he deliberately destroyed, it seems that he must have a unique skill with swords. Can’t be ignored.”

"Boss, it should be the young monk. Judging from his age, he is probably just opening his eyesight. What should we do?" the horse bandit asked.

"Don't take it lightly. I will pass on the order. All brothers in the vast sea will kill this thief together." Zeluo Ju wanted to deal with many matters in the vast sea. He saw that the murderer was not as strong as he thought and relied on many tricks to kill An Guoxie. Therefore, There was no thought of pursuing him personally.

But even so, it is also a very terrifying thing for one-third of the horse bandits in the vast sea to search, hunt, kill and kill!

Among these horse bandits, there are countless masters, and they are all desperadoes. They are familiar with the terrain, roar and gather people, and communicate with each other. If they are attacked by a group of horse bandits, they will not be able to escape from the vast sea in time or hide their whereabouts. Even if they open nine Even the most skilled masters may hate this place.

"Yes, boss." The horse bandit did not dare to look directly at Zeluoju's right eye, which was as sharp as a knife.

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At Liushaji, Meng Qi in white Confucian robes and Gu Changqing, who looked like a frail scholar, returned on horseback, like two scholars traveling far away.

"We're finally here." Gu Changqing sighed.

On the way, he made several mistakes and arrived at Liushaji one day later than expected.

The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched. This guy seemed a bit unreliable. Would he be making his own trouble by relying on him to search for his junior brother in the depths of the vast sea?

"Well, we're finally here." Meng Qi no longer used the words of a monk.

Hearing Meng Qi's answer, Gu Changqing said awkwardly and politely: "My experience is relatively shallow. It's not that I don't know enough about the terrain and location. Look, didn't I reach Quicksand after all?"

"Yes." Meng Qi nodded considerately.

Poplar trees stand in various shapes along the roadside. Liushaji seems to have got rid of the influence of the battle between Xuanbei and the crying old man that day, and has regained a lot of popularity.

Meng Qi and Gu Changqing walked into the "First Home in Hanhai" hand in hand. At first they saw the counter next to them, and they saw Qu Jiuniang, who looked beautiful and mature but had a bad personality.

Qu Jiuniang ignored her and lay on the counter with a lazy and seductive look. Many customers swallowed their saliva but did not dare to look further.

"Shopkeeper, I want to get some news." Meng Qi wore a gauze hat to hide the fact that he had no hair.

"No news." Qu Jiuniang said simply and neatly, not wanting to say anything more. This is a place for eating and staying, and there are many places to inquire about news!

Meng Qi once again had the urge to teach her how to be a good person. It was too bad, but thinking that she might be a master of location, he still held back his anger and took out an emerald: "Shopkeeper, I am willing to pay a high price."

As soon as she saw this emerald of obviously extraordinary quality, Qu Jiuniang's eyes suddenly lit up, and her whole body suddenly became energetic and became more and more charming.

"Take it out as soon as possible. If you have money, it's easy to talk!" Qu Jiuniang said, hating that iron cannot become steel.

This was the first time she looked directly at Meng Qi since she came in. As soon as she finished speaking, her expression changed slightly. She looked at Meng Qi carefully from head to toe, looking at his eyes, his ears, and... After passing his skin, looking at his hands, looking at the dark red sword hanging on his waist and the long sword wrapped in a light gold scabbard, Meng Qi felt uneasy. What on earth was she looking at? ?

Then, Qu Jiuniang's face recovered and she said indifferently: "Since you want to inquire about the news, then go to the room to avoid being overheard."

Meng Qi had no objection to this at all. The information he inquired about might reveal his identity. There were probably horse bandits and spies here.

Qu Jiuniang walked out of the counter and walked upstairs first. Her waist was slender and her back was graceful. She walked gracefully, like a weak wind supporting a willow. Meng Qi and Gu Changqing hurriedly followed her.

Some guests laughed in a low voice: "When did you have to go to the room to inquire about information? I remember Jiuniang never had such a rule?"

"It turns out that Jiuniang likes this kind of pretty boy. He eats it and wipes it clean. It's the most nourishing thing. Hehe." They laughed so obscenely.

Qu Jiuniang's eyebrows stood up when she heard this. She picked up the wooden basin that the waiter was cleaning the table with and splashed it over: "Go nourish your mother!"

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