Mu Yunhan and others remained silent, only listening to how the twins allocated manpower, determined routes, and transmitted signals.
When the teams were divided into groups to determine who would carry the loot, quarrels inevitably broke out.
The martial artist who was determined to go out to explore the road and not be able to stay with the trophies was very angry, but he did not dare to express that he was worried, so he just laughed and made various excuses.
Finally, one of the twins sneered: "It seems you don't trust us brothers."
No one said anything, who would believe it? Everyone was originally rivals, and they only got together briefly because of their own interests.
Someone boldly said: "How about dividing the loot into three parts and each team takes one away."
"No! What if you are intercepted by another team?" Tong Jia firmly refused, "If you want to cooperate with our brothers, you can only listen to our arrangements."
There was an uproar among the crowd. In the midst of the commotion, a martial artist yelled and fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor, but he died within a moment.
Tong Jia slowly wiped the blood on his sword: "Whoever is still unconvinced, I will send him on his way now."
The people present were all old Jianghu, and the situation was stronger than others. No one dared to openly object, and they obediently followed the twins' arrangements.
Mu Yunhan and others lay down behind the rocks and waited for a long time. After confirming safety, they followed quietly.
The young man said: "What a good opportunity. We just need to hide it and keep our spirits up. They will kill us all."
The four of them walked in silence, watching the twins kill another prey and a team of martial artists, and it became dark.
Heavy snow fell from the sky again, and the only place to avoid the snow was in the woods.
Several people were cold and hungry, and they couldn't help but be envious when they saw the twins and others openly lighting a bonfire to warm themselves and barbecue.
"There is a large formation in the forest. It will be opened later. If you have a narrow escape from death, if you believe me, then follow me." The young man stood with his arms folded, his eyes reflecting the snow light, giving off a cold light.
"I think you must have been delicate people before, not suitable for walking on this snowy night. There are traps everywhere now, so you might as well rest and recuperate."
Mu Yunhan said cruelly: "Okay!"
The young man showed a row of white teeth, like a nimble squirrel, leading the way lightly.
Mu Yunhan and others followed him, cleverly avoiding the two groups of men, and saw several martial artists falling into traps dug by their prey and dying miserably.
The young man led them back into the rocks, gently pushed a stone aside, and dug in.
Mu Li took the lead to follow, and after a while, he called Mu Yunhan and Xiaomi: "Come in quickly."
The two went in and saw a small nest under the dim oil lamp. Although it was damp and cold, it was much better than outside. At least there would be no snow falling on them.
Several people took out food and water and ate slowly. After eating and drinking, Xiaomi bent down and walked out of the cave: "I'm going to watch the wind."
Mu Li glanced at Mu Yunhan, meaning that he wanted her to rest while he kept watch.
"You are not biological siblings. Your status is higher than the two of them." The young man smiled slightly: "Although the eldest sister should be respected, the intimacy between you is missing, especially between you and him."
Mu Li put his hand on the handle of the knife, ready to kill if he disagreed.
"Tsk, you want to kill me, haven't you heard of the Cunning Rabbit's Three Holes? Since I dare to bring you here, I'm not afraid of you."
The young man smiled playfully, but looked at Mu Yunhan pitifully: "But sister, I don't want to be your enemy. My surname is actually Zhou, and I am known as Young Master Zhou."