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    He waited for a few more hours, seeing that the sky was dark red like fire, and the ground was full of gold, and it was already the setting sun, but An Guoxie hadn't come over to wander around, his heart became more and more anxious, and he faintly sensed that something was wrong.

    ? The guy retreated into the store and left through the back door, but he had changed into a white burqa, white baotou, a typical Shake appearance.

    He walked through the town very quickly, bypassed the small lake, arrived at the area where the palace was originally located, and then stepped into the temple where he watched An Guoxie walk into last night.

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

    With the light of the setting sun, he searched for traces on the ground inch by inch. Suddenly, his eyes froze, and 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, this splashed blood was hidden extremely deep. If it wasn't for the fact that the setting sun just happened to shine on this spot at this time, making it look special, I wouldn't have found it at all.

    The horse bandit, who was disguised as a buddy, stood in a daze. He didn't need to check. He could guess that it was the blood of Uncle An Guo. He might not be in this world anymore. After all, if he killed someone else, why bother to deal with the traces?  As long as he didn't kill the relatives of the boss, the disciples favored by the ancestors, or the descendants or important figures of the Snow Mountain Sect, King Kong Temple, Shura Temple, and Huanxi Temple, who can do anything to him?

    Things have exploded The horse bandit spy let out a long sigh in his heart, this is beyond what he can handle!

    One of the two most favored disciples of the ancestors, a well-known master with all nine apertures, was killed in such a silent manner?

    The strength of the murderer is definitely far beyond my imagination!

    He searched carefully for a while, but found no other clues, so he didn't dare to delay, quietly walked around the shop, and wrote a letter in detail about what he saw, heard, and his own guesses.

    At night, he jumped to the edge of the woods beside the small lake, pinched his lower lip, and whistled. After three long and two short moments, a strange bird with a white top and black feathers flew out of the forest and landed on his shoulder happily, with wings  Pat on the head, 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, letting it fly into the sky with wings.

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

    The next day, he went to the store to sell 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 him.  He has short and thick hair, a full beard, a black blindfold on his left eye, and a long and narrow 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 Dajin language on the trade route.

    This person is none other than Ze Luoju, one of the three great horse bandits in Han Hai, a disciple of Old Man Cry, and a master of location scenes, nicknamed "Han Hai Xie Dao".

    Ze Luoju's voice was hoarse, with a special magnetism, and he also said in the language of the Western Regions: "Where is the temple?"

    An Guoxie is a master of all nine orifices. He is one of the most powerful people outside Ze Luoju and Yan Shiche in the lineage of the crying old man. His death is of great importance, so after Ze Luoju received the secret letter,  I rushed over in person.

    The horse bandit didn't dare to say anything more, so he glanced at the shopkeeper and found that he didn't notice anything, as if there was no such person as Ze Luoju next to the store door, and he felt suddenly in his heart that he was worthy of the Hanhai evil knife.

    He quickly closed the store door, left from the back, and entered the temple with Ze Luoju.

    Ze Luoju looked at the hard-to-find bloodstain on the ground, and slowly took off the blindfold. The empty left eye suddenly lit up with a faint green light, as if there were fish-like things swimming and circling in it, and the temple suddenly  There were voices of grievances, and they became gloomy.

    His left eye was gouged out by the weeping old man, but it was a blessing in disguise, and he practiced an extremely difficult magic skill-"Netherworld Evil Eye", which is also one of the origins of Xie Dao's nickname.

    The dark green light became brighter and brighter, and the whole temple seemed to be illuminated with blue light, which was eerie and terrifying. The horse bandit was trembling and trembling.

    Ze Luoju looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked out of the temple, and walked slowly to the small lake, then raised his hand, the strong wind whipped up, and the lake suddenly formed a vortex.

    Crashing, the vortex expanded rapidly and erupted violently. The white waves soared into the sky, and two stones were brought up.

    And a headless corpse and a broken head were tied to the stone respectively.

    The horse bandit stared at it. Although the face of the corpse had been bitten to blood by the fish in the lake, the iconic white hair clearly proved that he was An AnWhat the hell is she looking at?

    Then, Qu Jiuniang's complexion recovered, and she said indifferently: "Since you want to inquire about the news, you should go to the room so that no one will hear you."

    Meng Qi has no objection to this at all. The news he inquired about may reveal his identity, and there are probably horse bandits spies here.

    Qu Jiuniang stepped out of the counter and went upstairs first. With a slender waist and a graceful back, she walked gracefully like a weak wind supporting a willow. Meng Qi and Gu Changqing hurriedly followed behind her.

    Some guests laughed in a low voice: "When did you go to the room to inquire about the news? I remember that Jiu Niang never had such a rule?"

    "It turns out that Jiu Niang likes this kind of little boy. Eating it dry and wiping it off is the most nourishing, hehe." They laughed so obscenely.

    When Qu Jiuniang heard this, her brows stood on end, and she picked up the wooden basin that Xiaoer was wiping the table, and splashed it over: "Go and nourish your mother!" (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com
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