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Chapter 32 Den of Thieves

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    Nalan said: "I, Ada, said that there used to be a trail to the north of the mountain. No one has walked on it in these years, and it has been covered by things like firewood and branches. Let's go find this trail."

    Ha San agreed and left two soldiers to guard the horses. Everyone pulled out their sabers and searched for a while. There seemed to be some traces. This was considered the best way to go.  Everyone cut branches and headed up the mountain with difficulty.  At this time, birds flew away in fright, animals ran away, and the whole mountain became lively.

    Ha San was a little strange and couldn't help but ask: "Who is this Granny Xian and why does she live here? Is she a cultivator of immortality?"

    Nalan said: "When I was a child, I heard from my grandfather that Granny Xian was originally a maid and a monk of Our Lady of Taiyuan. She was expelled from the sect for violating the sect rules. Since then, she has become moody and made trouble everywhere. Later, for some reason, she stopped.  He gained his xinxing and came to Chijin Mountain in the Western Regions. Everyone has said this, passed down from generation to generation. They only say that there is such a person, but they have never heard of anyone who has met her. But my grandfather did meet her. "

    When Ha San heard this, his heart went cold. Is this still a human being?  Isn't this a myth and legend?  I'm afraid he's not even a cultivator, and it looks like this trip will be in vain.

    Boyan explained that after climbing up the stone cliff, there is a large platform with some temples, and Granny Xian lives there.

    Several people have been walking for an hour. The sun has set to the west and the soldiers can't walk anymore.  Ha San ordered to take a rest.  Several people leaned against the tree trunks to drink water and eat dry food to replenish their strength.

    Ha San was observing silently. He noticed that on the left hand side, some branches and weeds were cut down and trampled in a mess. This meant that there were people going up and down the mountain all the time. He pointed at it, and Nalan nodded, indicating that they had seen it.

    Hasan walked over and saw that some branches were still very fresh, no more than a day old, and there were also a lot of people going up and down the mountain, at least ten people.

    Nalan said: "If it's a normal pedestrian, it's fine. If it's an enemy, then the brothers down the mountain will be in danger."

    Ha San said: "Let's speed up. Regardless of whether they are enemies or not, they are in the dark and we are in the open. We can't hide from them. Let's take advantage of them."

    Ha San waved his hands, and several people speeded up. They passed through a dense forest and saw a row of stone steps.  Several people climbed up the steps and came to a small square.  Only broken walls and piles of rubble were seen.  Where are the traces of someone living there?

    " However, Hasan has been in battle for a long time, and his sixth sense told him that someone was peeping around.  He quickly signaled to the soldiers to prepare for battle, and several people stood on the platform, fully alert.

    Nalan shouted loudly: "Dohan, the deputy general manager of Chixi, brought a message to Granny Xian."

    After shouting three times in a row, you can only hear the lingering echoes, which spread out far and wide in this empty mountain.

    Hasan was surprised. He didn¡¯t know who Nalan was talking about. He was clearly a fourth-grade military attache from the previous dynasty.

    Seeing that no one answered, Ha San walked towards the temple and passed through the ruined temple. There was a tall building behind it. Although it was a bit dilapidated, it could still protect against wind and rain.

    Ha San thought: "Does Grandma Xian live there?" When he led people to the door, Nalan repeated the sentence again, but what he heard was still the echo.  But they firmly believe that there must be someone here now.

    They opened the door carefully. The room was dark and empty, not even a Buddha statue.  But Hasan saw the messy footprints on the ground and heard what seemed to be human breathing, and shouted: "Get out!"

    Before he finished speaking, rays of cold light shot out from all directions. Several people called with knives, but two soldiers had already been hit by darts and fell to the ground.  Nalan caught one with his hand and shot it out with his backhand. A man fell from the ceiling screaming.

    At this time, five or six big men jumped out, holding Mongolian scimitars, and greeted several people.  Ha San shouted in Chinese: "Don't panic, these are thieves, kill them."

    Several people each held swords and killed each other, but several soldiers were at a disadvantage.  Ha San and Nalan quickly defeated their opponents and saw that their subordinates were defeated. Ha San used a gun and Nalan used a dart to knock down a few of them. The others ran back, and a few people chased after them. It turned out to be a back door.  .  After chasing out the back door, there was a passage. Ha San felt that he had entered a cave, and it became darker and darker as he walked.  Hasan shouted: "Stop!"

    He knew that he would suffer big losses if he continued to chase, so he wanted to withdraw and get a torch before coming back in.

    At this time, as if someone wanted to cooperate with him, a Mongolian saying came out: "Light the torch!" Then there was a rustling sound, and the torch was lit.

    Seeing that they did not attack him secretly, Ha San felt quite fond of them.  After taking a closer look, I saw that there were nearly twenty of them, all dressed in Mongolian uniforms, standing there, holding scimitars, pointing at Kazakhstan.The people glared angrily, as if they had deep hatred.

    Ha San felt that there was a misunderstanding between them and said loudly: "Dear heroes, we have no grievances and no grudges. We are strangers. Why do we kill each other as soon as we meet?"

    One of them replied: "Don't talk so much nonsense. Judging from the way you are dressed, you are also Mongolian. What are you doing here on the mountain? Are you on official duty?"

    Ha San could not see his appearance clearly, but only saw a long tuft of hair on his cheeks, and said: "We went up the mountain to visit Granny Xian, and we did not intend to bump into the heroes. How can I meet Granny Xian?"

    The people in the cave laughed loudly, and a tuft of hair said: "Have you heard too many myths? The sky is clear in the daytime, where did you come from to show your mother-in-law? You are obviously an excuse. What did this woman just say about deputy general manager? It's not an official job.  What? You are riding an official horse and holding a blunderbuss, and you still want to deny it. Tell me, what are you doing here?"

    It was only then that Ha San understood that he had accidentally broken into a den of thieves. He felt angry and funny.  Since it is a den of thieves, judging from their tone, it is impossible to expose the mother-in-law.  He didn't want to wade into this muddy water. One more thing would be better than one less thing.  So he patted his chest and bowed to these people, saying: "Brother, I really came to your place by mistake. I'm sorry, we will leave now."

    At this time, a man came in and said something in Zhu Mao's ear. Zhu Mao said, "Please stay and take a look. Do you know this person? If you are here for him, you can take him away."

    The torch was shining towards the roof of the cave, where a Mongolian was hanging.  Ha San didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't even look at it and said, "It has nothing to do with my brother, so I'm leaving."

    A tuft of hair suddenly said: "His name is Amo, a veterinarian in Yuma City."

    The sound was not loud, but to Ha San's ears, it sounded like lightning.  Are these thieves related to Macheng?  He stopped, turned around, and asked, "Who are you?"

    Tuft of Hair laughed again and said: "The wolf's tail is still leaking out. Your two brothers at the foot of the mountain are both carrying blunderbuss, and they are both talking in crappy Mongolian. What are they if they are not Han officials? Now let's talk  Tell the truth, otherwise we will chop this piece of shit Ah Mo to pieces with a knife." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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