In the courtyard of the inn, seven or eight people had already gathered, and the most eye-catching one was the young man in rich clothes.
Behind them stood two middle-aged men with deep auras, both Soul King level experts.
"Stop." The young man in brocade raised his hand gently.
The carriage stopped, and Scarface man jumped out of the car in a hurry, and ran to him with a flattering smile, "Third Young Master, the goods have been delivered!"
Bing Wuhen glanced at the carriage slightly and frowned. "Why are there only three? Isn't there usually five?"
"On the way, we encountered a little trouble." Scarface man was sweating coldly, his voice was trembling, "Two vehicles were attacked by Thousand-Year Spirit Beast, but all the goods were saved, no less!"
"Oh?" Bing Wuhen narrowed his eyes, "Open it and take a look."
Just when Scarface man was about to turn around, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly opened.
A sword light pierced the night sky like a shooting star, approaching Bing Wuhen.
Bing Wuhen's face changed suddenly, the fourth Soul Ring lit up instantly, and the ice wall rose from the ground.
However, the speed of the sword light was astonishingly fast. The ice wall had just risen an inch, and the tip of the sword was already approaching his throat.
"Clang!"
An ice crystal sword accurately blocked the White Clothes Sword light.
It was the middle-aged man on the left side of Bing Wuhen who took action. The middle-aged man's beard and hair were all white, and his eyes showed a cold light. "What a fast sword, boy, who are you?"
Zhou Qiubai drew his sword and retreated, standing side by side with Yang Guyun, his expression indifferent.
Yang Guyun's Returnless Spear is already aimed at another middle-aged man, firmly locking all the other party's escape routes.
"We just see rough roads." Zhou Qiubai smiled slightly, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "Third Young Master, are you still short of people in your mine? We both want to try our jobs."
Bing Wuhen's face instantly darkened. "Slave Hunting Squad were you killed?"
"Guessed it right." Zhou Qiubai elegantly made a sword flower, "It's a pity that there is no prize."
"Seeking death!" Bing Wuhen laughed angrily, "How dare two Soul Elder provoke Marquis Mansion? You two, take them down! I will skin them with my own hands!"
The two middle-aged men took action almost at the same time.
The middle-aged man Martial Soul on the left is Ice Crystal Sword, and the fifth Soul Ring lights up. The sword suddenly triples in size, and it cuts down with an ice pick that fills the sky.
The middle-aged man Martial Soul on the right is Snow Wolf. His figure is like electricity and he pounces towards Yang Guyun. His wolf claws tear the air, and five rays of cold light follow.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun react almost simultaneously.
White Clothes Sword Like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, the tip of the sword gently touched the ice crystal giant sword, and the vibration frequency of the sword body was clearly imprinted in my mind.
"Broken."
The tip of the sword accurately hit a node, and the ice crystal sword actually split from it.
The middle-aged man groaned, Martial Soul was damaged and backfired, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Yang Guyun's attack over there was more simple and direct. Returnless Spear didn't dodge or dodge, and stabbed straight into the wolf's claws.
Trading injuries for lives.
The wolf's claws tore open Yang Guyun's left shoulder, and blood splashed out like a fountain.
But the tip of his spear also penetrated the middle-aged man's chest and came out through the back.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in shock, and he looked at the gun barrel on his chest in disbelief. He wanted to speak, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground softly.
One blow, killing Soul King.
Bing Wuhen's pupils shrank instantly and he turned around to escape.
"Stay."
The figure of Zhou Qiubai appeared in front of him like Gui Mei. White Clothes Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and the sword made a low hum.
The third Soul Ring lights up.
The speed tripled, and the sword light instantly turned into dozens of afterimages, blocking all Bing Wuhen's escape routes.
Bing Wuhen gritted his teeth, and the third Soul Ring lit up, covered in ice armor.
But White Clothes Sword is a soft sword. The sword moves do not move in a straight line. The sword body curls up like a whip and lightly passes over his neck.
Bing Wuhen froze in place, his fingers unconsciously touched his neck and touched a thin line of blood.
"You..." He opened his mouth to defend, but blood poured out of his throat, "If you dare to kill me, Marquis Mansion, you will never let go..."
"Then let them come." Zhou Qiubai put the sword back into its scabbard.
Bing Wuhen fell down silently and died.
The remaining middle-aged man Ice Crystal Sword turned pale and turned around to escape.
Yang Guyun threw the gun decisively, and Returnless Spear penetrated his back like black lightning.
At the end of the battle, the only living middle-aged man who looked like a steward had already collapsed on the ground, his crotch wet.
Zhou Qiubai walked over and put the tip of the sword against his eyebrows. "Tell me the coordinates of the mine."
"I said! On the northwest edge of Ice-Sealed Forest, the coordinates are..." The manager reported a coordinate incoherently.
Zhou Qiubai wrote it down and asked, "Besides you, how many Slave Hunting Squad are there?"
"There are, there are three more branches... all under the jurisdiction of Third Young Master..."
"Marquis Mansion Does anyone else know?"
"The eldest and second young masters probably don't know that the Marquis guards the border, the family affairs are in charge of the three young masters, and Third Young Master is responsible for the minerals and private soldiers..."
Zhou Qiubai nodded and pierced the steward's heart with a sword.
Clean and neat.
The inn fell into dead silence for an instant, with only the sound of the wind howling.
Zhou Qiubai squatted down to inspect Bing Wuhen's body and took out a Ice Jade Token, a map, and an account book from his arms.
The account book records in detail the quantity of "goods" shipped each month, the delivery time, and the output of the mine.
One by one, it's shocking.
Yang Guyun came over and the wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding.
"Next?" he asked.
Zhou Qiubai looked at the account book with cold eyes. "It is recorded in the account book that another Slave Hunting Squad will be here to hand over tomorrow. Let's wait."
"Then go to the mine?"
"Yes." Zhou Qiubai stood up and looked to the north, "Since you have encountered it, let's deal with it to the end."
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Marquis Mansion will not give up."
"I know." Zhou Qiubai smiled, "So we have to do it cleanly. After rescuing people in the mine, set fire to it and erase the traces. Marquis Mansion needs to be investigated, and it will take a while. By the time they find out, we will have already entered Ice-Sealed Forest."
"What if we find out?"
"Then fight." Zhou Qiubai said in a relaxed tone, "If you can't fight, then run away. The world is so big, how dare they make a nationwide arrest? Besides..."
He patted Yang Guyun on the shoulder, with bright eyes. "We don't call it causing trouble, we call it chivalry. Can the things that happen to chivalrous people be called causing trouble?"
Yang Guyun The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he seemed to feel a little more relaxed.
As night fell, the two of them lit a fire in the inn and roasted dry food.
Zhou Qiubai studied the map carefully, while Yang Guyun carefully wiped the blood stains on Returnless Spear.
"Ice-Sealed Forest is bigger than I thought." Zhou Qiubai pointed at the map, "On the outside are the imperial garrison, inside are Mixed Zone, and further inside are Core Zone. I heard that there are Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts there. What type of Spirit Beast are you planning to hunt for your fourth Soul Ring?"
"Strong penetrating power." Yang Guyun is concise and concise, without any ambiguity.