In the narrow alleys on the outskirts of Baiyue County, a man dressed in coarse linen and linen clothes, who looked like a coolie, was walking quickly through the intricate alleys. He was wearing a somewhat tattered hat and his head was slightly lowered, walking around the corner.

Stopping somewhere, the man glanced behind him to make sure no one was following him, and then hurriedly walked deeper into the street.

After bypassing the maze-like streets, the man stood in front of a dilapidated house. Most of the surrounding mud walls had collapsed.

"Bang bang bang~"

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the courtyard door. After a while, the door of the dilapidated house was slowly pushed open, and a figure walked out. It was the person who received the carrier pigeon yesterday.

Still dressed as a farmer, the man cautiously came to the door of the courtyard, then leaned on the wooden door and listened to the movement outside. After listening for a long time, the man dressed as a farmer asked aloud:

"But the one who came to deliver firewood?"

When the people outside the house heard this, they immediately responded: "That's right. Yesterday, Old Man Liu ordered firewood for five cents. Is this the home of Old Man Liu?"

"Yes, it's Old Man Liu's home, but the price yesterday was not five cents, but seven cents."

After confirming that the code was correct, the man dressed as a farmer slowly opened the door to a small gap, secretly peeked out, and after confirming who was coming, he opened the door completely.

"San'er, but there is news about the target?"

The man dressed as a farmer asked the man in front of him.

The man in coolie clothes is San'er. San'er has been working on various docks for a long time. Because of his special status, it is not strange to go in and out of this poor suburb at will. Although he has never gone to school, his brain is very good.

He is quite clever, and he was noticed by the leader here, so he was asked to do the job of delivering information.

San'er took off the broken hat on his head, revealing a dark and rough face, which was caused by the long-term sea breeze. San'er swallowed his saliva and sounded slightly anxious:

"Brother Yang, I just got the news that the target will leave by boat from Jiangshui Pier at 10 o'clock today. I was afraid that it would be too late, so I didn't dare to delay for a moment, so I trotted all the way here."

Brother Yang rubbed his hands together, looked up at the sky, and then said: "It's probably Mao hour now. It's only three streets away from Jiangshui Pier, so we have plenty of time."

After Brother Yang finished speaking, he motioned for San'er to wait in the yard, and he quickly walked into the house.

Even during the day, the room seemed a little dark, as if the owner of the house hated the sun. Brother Yang opened the door and saw two men with knives sitting on the shaky wooden bench. Brother Yang

He closed the door tightly but did not talk to the two knife-wielding men. He walked past them and walked towards a bedroom in the back room.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the place is still as dark as last night, as if this bedroom has been isolated from the world. Here, there is no longer any difference between day and night.

Looking at Quan Anwu who was huddled in the corner, Brother Yang's voice was calm and without any emotion. It sounded like he was talking to an inanimate object.

"Quan Anwu, come with me, your chance has come."

Quan Anwu's slightly cloudy eyes revealed a bright light. Quan Anwu said hoarsely, "You, what you said yesterday, doubled the dose of medicine, does it still count?"

Brother Yang smiled contemptuously, his disdain undisguised: "Naturally, stop talking nonsense and get out of the doghouse quickly."

After saying that, Brother Yang walked away.

Looking at Brother Yang's disappearing back, Quan Anwu's originally languid and demented look suddenly disappeared. He stood up slowly while holding on to the wall. Quan Anwu clenched his dry fists and murmured to himself:

"Opportunity... Yang Gouzie, you are right. This is my opportunity. Ai Xia, Xiaoling, as long as I can get double the amount of medicine this time, I can survive the pain and save your mother."

The girl has been rescued, you must wait for me..."

"Click~"

Quan Anwu made a sound with his clenched fists, took a deep breath, and returned to his demented look.

Slowly walking out of the dark room, when Quan Anwu came to the outer room, he saw Yang Gouzhi talking with two strange men.

Quan Anwu's appearance attracted the attention of the three people. He walked to the three people and Quan Anwu sat silently on the broken stool next to him.

Seeing that all three people had arrived, Brother Yang took out a portrait from his sleeve robe and unfolded it toward the three of them. The portrait depicted a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, and a serious face.

It was the late sixth prince who died.

None of the three people had ever seen Qian Yun, so they secretly remembered the man in the painting.

After confirming that all three of them had memorized it, Brother Yang rerolled the portrait and picked up the fire folding paper on the table. As soon as the dry and thin rice paper met the flame, it quickly burned and formed a ball of fire, waiting for the portrait to burn.

Turning into ashes, Brother Yang pointed at the two men with knives and said:

"These two are Song Huo and Huang Fei. They are both ordinary second-rate warriors. This mission is extremely important, so the four of us will act together."

Quan Anwu, who was originally expressionless and silent, opened and closed his chapped lips and sounded slightly confused after hearing the names of the two men with knives:

"Could it be Song Huo with an iron ring and a bronze arm, and Huang Fei with a silver sword?"

The two of them were not surprised when someone mentioned their names. In the world of martial arts, second-rate masters were already well-known and had a very important status.

Song Huo, the iron-ringed and bronze-armed man, was a very honest-looking man. Originally, it was a very honorable thing for someone to call out his name, but at this moment, Song Huo just felt ashamed and wished he could find a place.

Drill in.

Huang Fei's figure was a little thin, and there were thick calluses between the index finger and thumb of his right hand. His head was slightly lowered. Huang Fei also smiled bitterly, and there was no need to express his helplessness.

Eyes slightly lowered, Quan Anwu's voice was a little low: "I have met Quan Anwu, the divine hand of bone transformation. I have met these two dear friends."

"Hua, the bone-transforming divine hand is safe and sound?"

Song Huo and Huang Fei looked at each other in astonishment.

"I've met Senior Quan."

Both of them stood up. Although their words were very respectful, they were full of disappointment and loneliness.

Sitting on a broken stool, looking at Quan Anwu who was in a state of desolation and looking like a beggar, the two people's original plan to escape together was instantly shattered. Even Quan Anwu, a first-time master like him, was killed.

He was firmly under control and tortured by both humans and ghosts. The two of them were nothing more than second-rate warriors. The hope of escaping was even slimmer. Once the escape failed, even if they did not die in the hands of these demons, they would not be able to withstand the heart-wrenching feeling.

The bone-eroding pain, thinking about it this way, it is better to choose to be obedient. Even if you are treated like a dog and being called around, you can still live.

Seeing the three people cherishing each other like heroes, Brother Yang smiled coldly and took out a copper bell from his arms:

"Stop lamenting your fate. Your lives are not in the hands of God, let alone yourselves. They are in my hands. Do you understand?"

When Song Huo and Huang Fei saw the copper bell in Brother Yang's hand, they both had a look of fear on their faces, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly. Quan Anwu was silent, with his head lowered, and couldn't see his face clearly. He didn't know what he was thinking.

What.
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