"Ghost Nose" Liu Laoqi led the specially trained "Tracking Hound", a dog with an unusual sense of smell, and two other experts who were good at tracking, and hurried to the bloody battlefield in the west of the city.
"Follow me!"
Squatting down, Liu Laoqi's wrinkled old face was almost touching the ground, his nose was twitching like a hound, and his cloudy old eyes were flashing from time to time.
He carefully distinguished the scent remaining in the air belonging to the target person and followed the scent forward.
But after tracking for several miles, he suddenly frowned and said to the leaders sent by the Drizzle Pavilion, Tiger Baleful Gang and other forces beside him.
"That kid's scent is cut off here, and we can no longer trace him."
The Tracking Hound at his feet whined anxiously, apparently losing track of the target.
Another warrior who was good at tracking traces carefully inspected the walls and floors of nearby houses, with the same serious look on his face.
"The lightness skill is extremely high. There is almost no trace when he lands. The half-footprint left occasionally is so shallow that it almost disappears when the wind blows. It is impossible to determine the clear direction. This person has extremely strong anti-tracking ability and is a veteran."
When the leaders of several major forces heard this, their expressions became even uglier, which meant that the most direct and effective tracking method was almost ineffective.
"Check where he will stay. This person is from out of town and will probably stay in a hotel in the city!"
Tiger Baleful Gang A hall master said sharply.
This method is quite feasible. Combined with some eyewitness descriptions of Fang Han when he entered the Chamber of Commerce, several major forces used their spies at inns and horse racing shops in the city, and they quickly gained results.
About half an hour later, the inn where Fang Han had stayed was surrounded by people.
However, when Tiger Baleful Gang and Drizzle Pavilion broke into the room, the room was already empty, leaving only a simple luggage that had not been taken away and the room fee paid for tomorrow.
The innkeeper and the waiter were so frightened that they asked about the whereabouts of Fang Han. They only learned that he had gone out to attend an auction in the evening and had not returned yet.
"Run away! This kid is really alert and has no intention of coming back!"
Liu Sanniang is rewarded, and the silver teeth bite secretly.
"Send people to the Sifang City Gate to strictly check out the people in Sunrise City, especially young people who act suspiciously. If you find anything suspicious, detain them immediately!"
Han Tieshan roared and ordered.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han is like a civet cat in the dark night, moving silently on the street, looking for the direction, and sneaking towards the section of the city where the outline of the city wall is the lowest seen during the day, and the nearby houses are densely packed, which is conducive to concealed approach.
Along the way, he pushed <Spirit Sniffing Art>'s perception to the extreme. Not only was he wary of pursuers, but he also carefully distinguished the aura brought by the wind in the direction of the city wall.
The smell of soldiers' sweat, the smell of weapons mixed with rust and grease, the smell of burning campfire smoke... All kinds of information came into his mind, helping him avoid several groups of city defense guards who had significantly increased their patrol frequency.
About a quarter of an hour later, Fang Han sneaked to the edge of a low, messy shantytown that smelled of pickled food.
A few dozen feet ahead is the dark and towering city wall.
This section of the city wall looks a little older than other parts of the city, with mottled wall bricks and sparse arrow stacks at the top of the wall.
More importantly, according to <Spirit Sniffing Art>'s perception, the guard presence on this section of the city wall is obviously weaker than elsewhere, and the patrol interval is also longer.
Don't miss this opportunity.
Fang Han took a deep breath, and Internal Qi, which had calmed down in his body, slowly circulated again, and <Windcloud Escape>'s mind was already silently moving.
He looked at the shadow between the two arrow stacks on the wall and kicked hard on the slippery mud floor with his toes!
"Whoosh!"
There was no run-up, no momentum, and his whole body was like being shot out by a powerful crossbow, turning into an invisible green shadow, following the shadow of the low and messy houses in the shanty town, and shooting toward the base of the city wall.
The movement was as fast as a ghost, but extremely light. When it landed, it only left a shallow and almost invisible footprint on the wet mud.
When he reached the base of the wall, he did not stop, squatted slightly, and then stood up again.
This time, it's straight up!
<Windcloud Escape> is not only good at running in straight lines and changing directions, but also has the method of climbing vertically.
Fang Han condensed Internal Qi into his feet. Every time he stepped on the mottled wall tiles, his body would rise several feet taller.
It's like an ape climbing a tree or a bird flapping its wings. It's very fast but strangely doesn't make much sound.
The city wall was ten feet high, but with only three or four attempts, he was close to the top of the wall.
Just when he exerted his force for the last time and was about to cross the crenel - on the side of the wall about twenty feet away, a dim yellow firelight was slowly moving.
Accompanied by slightly shuffling footsteps and a low yawn, a group of two city patrol soldiers holding torches came patrolling.
The flow of Internal Qi in Fang Han's body suddenly changed, and the original upward momentum suddenly turned into a horizontal drift. At the same time, <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> operated to the extreme, condensing its own aura like a piece of weathered and peeling masonry on the wall.
He just clung to the outer wall, hovering a few feet below the crenel, motionless.
The firelight was getting closer, and the sound of conversation could be heard faintly.
"... What a damn unlucky thing. Just after changing the guard, I heard that something big happened in the city. Many people died in the West City. Half of the street was dyed red with blood..."
A hoarse voice complained.
"Say less and patrol carefully! The boss said, brace yourself tonight and never let anyone climb over the wall and escape from the city..."
Another slightly calm voice warned.
"The monthly salary is only twenty taels, why do you expect us to work so hard? Besides, if there is such a ruthless person who is capable of making such a big fuss, the two of us bumped into each other just to deliver food..."
The hoarse voice disagreed.
The sound of footsteps and the light of the fire paused for a moment directly above Fang Han's head. It seemed that the two soldiers were leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, or they were just lazy and resting.
Fang Han can even smell the smell of bad alcohol mixed with sweat on their bodies.
He held his breath, <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> maintaining the state of almost "emptiness".
The pause did not last long, the fire light moved again, and the footsteps gradually faded away with a tired rhythm.
It wasn't until the light of fire disappeared around the corner in the other direction and the sound of footsteps was barely audible that Fang Han took action again.
He ran Internal Qi again, his figure silently climbed up the crenel like light smoke, and he glanced sharply outside the wall.
Outside the wall is a relatively empty slope, and further away are shadowy woods, which look like giant beasts lying on the ground in the pale moonlight.
The official road is like a Gray-White belt, winding into the depths of darkness.
No ambush was discovered, and no unusual aura was detected.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han no longer hesitated, and his body floated down from the crenel. It did not fall straight down, but like a fallen leaf. With the help of <Windcloud Escape>'s force-relieving technique, he tapped the vertical wall a few times to eliminate the force of the fall.
It landed lightly on the grass outside the city, making only a very slight "pop" sound.
"Whoosh!"
The moment he put his feet on the ground, he didn't stop at all, and didn't even look back at the towering city wall.
With a flash of body, <Windcloud Escape> used all his strength and transformed into a green shadow that was lighter than the night.
He rushed towards the dense forest in the opposite direction of the official road and rushed into the dense forest.
He ran for nearly a hundred miles in one breath, until the sky was getting brighter and the eastern sky turned white, and then he stopped in front of a hidden cave with a stream running through it.
"<Spirit Sniffing Art>."
Fang Han once again used this secret technique with all its strength, and the aura within a radius of several miles unfolded in the perception like a scroll.
The smell of animals, the freshness of vegetation, the moisture of streams, the decay of soil... there are no strange smells belonging to humans.
The mountain breeze blows through the forest tops, bringing with it the faint roar of animals and the singing of birds in the distance. Everything seems primitive and peaceful.
"It's safe for now!"
Until this moment, Fang Han's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.
He slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air that had accumulated in his chest for half the night, and felt waves of fatigue coming from his limbs.
It is not exhaustion, but a natural reaction after high mental stress and continuous explosions.
The series of fights with dozens of warriors, especially the final siege led by five Fourth Grade warriors, seemed like he was showing off his power, but in fact he was extremely dangerous.
If there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant, let alone as many as five warriors who are also Fourth Grade.
"But you still can't be careless!"
This place is still within the territory of East Foothills Prefecture and is not out of danger. Those local snake forces have suffered heavy losses and will never give up. I am afraid that there will soon be a reward and search related to him in East Foothills Prefecture.
He must return to form as soon as possible.
Walking into the cave, it is not deep, but it is quite dry and suitable for temporary shelter.
He moved a few stones to simply block the entrance of the cave, and carefully checked that there were no poisonous insects, snakes, or ants in the cave, and then sat down cross-legged.
He did not adjust his breath immediately, but took off the Cold Jade box wrapped in thick cloth on his back.
Opening the jade box, Howling Moon Spirit Deer Horn, with its silver light flowing and the faint moon halo, lay quietly on the dark blue velvet. The cold and strange fragrance filled the air again, making him feel slightly refreshed.
This item is related to the improvement of his Body Movement Talent, and is the key to making up for the shortcomings of <Windcloud Escape>'s cultivation talent.
Before, I was busy running for my life and had no time to take it. Now that it is temporarily safe, it is time to take it.
"It cost a total of 8 million taels, I hope I won't be disappointed!"
Without hesitation, Fang Han reached out and picked up this treasure worth eight million taels of silver.
The tentacles are warm with a hint of coolness, and the texture is not hard, but has a strange toughness.
After observing it for a moment, he brought it to his mouth and bit into it like a radish.
"Click."
A soft sound, effortless.
The entrance does not have the hard or weird texture as expected, but instead has a crispness and tenderness similar to fresh yam, with a light herbal fragrance and a hint of indescribable coldness.
With almost no need to chew, the antlers turned into a stream of cool and sweet juice in his mouth, sliding down his throat and into his belly.
The moment the juice entered the abdomen, a sudden change occurred!
There was no violent drug impact as imagined, nor was there any burning heat in the blood.
The cool breath, like the most delicate raindrops in spring, penetrated silently into his limbs and bones.
In the end, it seemed to be spiritual, and the threads converged towards his legs, ankles, and even the meridians Acupoints related to Body Movement and balance.
An unprecedented sense of "transparency" and "lightness" quietly arises from these parts.
It's as if the shackles that have been bound for a long time have been opened, and it's like the dust that has obscured the spiritual platform has been swept away.