After leaving the city gate, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away.
The willows on both sides of the official road have long since withered and turned yellow, and the west wind stirs up dust, which hits the face painfully.
Seventh Squad's group did not ride horses, but got a large carriage.
Iron Bull acted as the driver, and the thick Horse Whip in his hand made a snapping sound.
Old Yan sat on the other side of Chariot Shaft, smoking a dry cigarette. The smoke was blown away by the wind, leaving a gray shadow on his wrinkled face.
In the carriage, Fang Mo was leaning on the couch, playing with the jade pendant he had snatched from Fourth Brother Zhao.
The jade pendant is warm and delicate, and when held in the hand, a warm current slowly seeps into the palm Lao Gong Acupoint. Although it is not as satisfying as swallowing Demon directly, it is good to use it to warm and nourish the meridians while on the road.
"Fang Shizhu, although this jade pendant is good, the Grievance Qi on it is not light."
Jie Se was sitting cross-legged across from him, holding a roasted chicken that he got from nowhere. He bit into it and said vaguely, "This thing should be a funerary object stolen from Ancient Tomb. Wearing it for a long time will easily damage your moral character."
"Yin De?" Fang Mo sneered and exerted force on his fingertips.
There was a soft click.
The priceless ancient jade turned into powder in his hands.
Before the ray of Grievance Qi hidden in it had time to explode, it was sucked into the palm of Fang Mo's hand and swallowed up completely, leaving not even a scum left.
"There's nothing I can't digest here."
Fang Mo patted the jade powder on his hand, opened the car curtain, and looked back.
At this time, we were ten miles out of the city.
The originally sparse merchants and passers-by were no longer visible, and the official road became extremely empty.
But in Fang Mo's Netherworld Ghost Eye, this empty official road is not clean.
In the yellow dust that filled the sky, a few looming Aura were like tarsal maggots, always hanging about five hundred steps behind the carriage.
They did not hide their malice, it was a kind of greed and coldness staring at their prey.
"Three waves."
Fang Mo put down the car curtain and said calmly.
"There are two in the woods on the left, with gloomy breaths. They should be the side gates for people practicing poison or playing with bugs. Behind the hill on the right, there are three people on horseback, breathing heavily, and they are scouts in the army. As for the rear..."
Fang Mo paused, and the corners of his mouth curved into a playful arc.
"The one right at the back is pretty deep. If it weren't for the Corpse Odor smell that couldn't be washed away no matter how hard I washed it, I would have almost missed it."
Qian Dagui was holding a bag of snacks and eating fiercely. When he heard this, his hands shook and the snack dregs fell to the floor.
"Boss, so many?" The fat man's face turned pale, "Aren't we going to hunt tigers? Why do we feel like we have entered a den of thieves?"
"If the tiger wants to be beaten, the man will also be killed."
Fang Mo leaned back, closed his eyes and rested his mind, "This is called buy one, get one free."
"But boss, are we going to let them follow us like this?" Qian Dagui was a little uneasy, "What if they all attack together..."
"No."
Jie Se threw away the chicken bones in his hands and wiped his hands casually on the monk's robe. A hint of cunning flashed in his peach blossom eyes.
"These Benefactors don't deal with each other very well. Whoever strikes first will be a stepping stone for others. They are waiting, waiting for us to show our flaws, or waiting for us to fight with those Great Worms until both sides suffer."
"Then give them this chance."
Fang Mo's voice was smooth and there was no trace of nervousness at all.
"Iron Bull."
Iron Bull knocked on the car door to indicate that he was there.
"Is it almost Wild Dog Slope ahead?"
Old Yan replied, "There are still three miles."
"When we arrived at Wild Dog Slope, we took off the wheels."
Qian Dagui was stunned. "Ah? What are you doing removing the wheel?"
Fang Mo did not open his eyes, but tapped his knees lightly with his fingers.
"When a car breaks down, it naturally needs to be repaired. When repairing a car, people are the least vigilant. If we don't have a crack in our flesh, how can those hungry wolves dare to pounce on us?"
Three miles passed by in an instant.
Wild Dog Slope, as the name suggests, is a place where stray dogs gather in the wilderness, and it is also an extension of Mass Grave.
There are overgrown weeds and jagged rocks. The wind blows through the grass and makes a whining sound, which is like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
"Crack!"
The moving carriage suddenly bumped violently, and then the left wheel made a crisp sound, and the entire carriage tilted to the left.
"Oh shit!"
Qian Dagui was unprepared and rolled to the corner of the car like Flesh Ball.
The carriage stopped.
"Master, the axle is broken." Old Yan jumped out of the car and squatted next to the wheel to check. His voice was full of annoyance, "This road is too bumpy."
"Fix."
Fang Mo took everyone out of the car, stood on the roadside and stretched, looking unprepared.
"Da Gui, go make a fire and get some hot tea to drink. This damn weather will freeze you to death."
"Okay!" Qian Dagui Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the boss's gourd, his execution ability was beyond words, so he immediately went to move Shitou the stove.
Jie Se found a clean big Shitou, sat cross-legged, and started chanting.
Old Yan squatted beside the car and handed tools to Iron Bull.
Everything seemed so normal, as normal as a group of unlucky travelers.
However, deep in the weeds, countless pairs of eyes were staring at this scene.
"Do you want to do it?" In Dead Forest on the left, a weird man with bandages all over his body and only a pair of green eyes asked in a low voice.
"Why are you so anxious?" Old Woman, a hunched-back man next to him, smiled conspiratorially, "The sound of the wooden fish being knocked by Monk was not right, and it disturbed people's minds. The big fool who drove the car was not simple at all. The shock just now made the bottom plate as stable as a mountain. Let those Qiu Ba go test the water first, and we will just collect the corpses."
Behind the hill on the right.
The three men in leather armor looked at each other. The strong bows in their hands were fully drawn, and the arrow tips flashed with a faint blue poisonous light, pointing directly at Qian Dagui who was lighting a fire.
"That fat man is Qian Wansan's only son, and his flesh is more valuable than gold." The leader's eyes were filled with greed. "As long as we kill him, we will have nothing to worry about for the rest of our lives. As for that Fang Mo... he is just a jailer who got lucky and is nothing to be afraid of."
"Wait until the fire is lit." The leader licked his chapped lips, "As soon as the fire lights up, the fat man's shadow will be cast on the ground. That is the best target."
At this time, Qian Dagui finally ignited the pile of wet dead grass.
The rising black smoke became a conspicuous signal in this vast wilderness. The dancing flames reflected his fat face that was reddened by the smoke and his unsuspecting and generous back.
"Cum!"
The leading man shouted lowly.
The three soft sounds of bow strings vibrating almost overlapped together.
Three specially-made Bone-Piercing Arrows tore through the air, and the arrow clusters were smeared with bloody blue Snake Venom.
They did not emit a sharp whistle, but were like three silent poisonous snakes, taking advantage of the wind, attacking Qian Dagui's back, back of head and waist in a square shape!
A fatal situation, there is no way to avoid it!