Because there had just been a heavy rain, the soil in the mountains was very wet. He Yidao left a series of small footprints along the way.
Moreover, the road in the forest was very difficult to walk. After walking for a while, my feet were already covered with mud.
Looking at the muddy cloth shoes on his feet, He Yidao had no choice but to take off his shoes, hang them on his body, and continue running with bare feet.
The traces of He Yidao's escape were quickly discovered.
A group of people were searching around, not knowing what they were looking for. Suddenly, a man holding a torch found many small footprints in the woods.
"Sir, look here, there is a child's footprints." After a man in black found the footprints, he went to report it and came over with the leading man.
"Could it be the child of Mr. and Mrs. He Qingyun?" The visitor looked at the small footprints in front of him and speculated in his mind.
"Sir, I think it is unlikely. He Qingyun and his wife could not have known in advance that they were going to be surrounded and killed. If they had known, they would have escaped long ago. Besides, even if they had children, they would not let their children run around. And
We have searched the house and there are no children's supplies or clothes." The subordinate next to him expressed his guess.
The leading man thought for a moment and said, "Follow me and take a look. Judging from the footprints, the child shouldn't be big. He shouldn't be able to run very far."
"Yes." The people behind him took the order and immediately chased into the jungle holding torches.
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"Oops." He Yidao was suddenly startled. He found a group of people holding torches in the woods and searching for something.
He looked at the footprints under his feet and behind him, and realized that it was the traces he left carelessly that attracted everyone's search.
"We have to find a way not to leave any traces." He Yidao looked around, trying to think of a way to escape the search of the group of people.
He Yidao approached a tree and quickly rubbed the mud on his feet against the bark of the tree in order to make his weight lighter and to save some energy.
Then, he stepped on the fallen leaves and branches on the ground and walked slowly among the woods.
He Yidao is just a small child now, and his body is relatively light, so he can hardly leave many traces on the branches and leaves that are covered with them.
The fallen leaves and branches in the woods are unevenly distributed, and there has just been a heavy rain, so even if He Yidao walks carefully, he will leave more or less traces.
As long as the searcher observes carefully, he will definitely be able to find the direction in which He Yidao is walking.
Seeing the people holding torches approaching slowly, He Yidao walked carefully and slowly in order to eliminate the traces, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Suddenly, he saw a plant growing next to a tree. The plant was called ghost needle grass, and it had dense ghost needles growing on it.
The ghost needle is about as long as the index finger and is flat. When placed in He Yidao's hand, it is about as long as his palm.
Ghost needle is the seed of ghost needle, and it is also the hardest thing on ghost needle because it is covered with a hard shell.
He Yidao carefully broke off a handful of ghost needles from the ghost needle grass.
The ghost needle is completely black, and the whole body looks like a sharpened ink-colored twig. One end is as sharp as a needle tip, while the other end is half as thick as a little finger.
He watched the light of the torch getting closer and closer, thinking that he must not fall into their hands. "Since I can't escape, I have to fight hard."
"I hope they are just a group of ordinary people." He Yidao held the ghost needle in his hand and felt much calmer.
That is a natural confidence in the skills you have mastered.
In his previous life, he was known as "The Best Sword in the World". The reason why his flying knife is so famous is naturally due to his strong and superb skills.
He Yidao continued to move forward, stepping lightly on the fallen branches, leaving as few traces as possible.
Naturally, he didn't want to conflict with this group of people. If they found that his footprints had disappeared, they would stop checking back carefully. This was what he wanted to see most.
However, it is common sense that things go counterproductive.
He Yidao walked to a bush and hid in the bush.
The night sky in the mountains is extremely beautiful, but it is difficult to see it in the woods. The leaves in the woods are dense, blocking the moon, which is not bright. At this time, the woods are extremely dark, with only a few torches emitting light.
bright.
He Yidao counted in the bushes and found that there were seven torches in total. If one person held a torch, there would be seven people.
Seeing these seven people walking slowly in the mountains, not moving very fast, He Yidao was sure that these people were just ordinary people.
He Yidao took out a piece of dried meat from the baggage, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, restoring the exhausted energy in his body.
He hasn't eaten anything since breakfast this morning. Until now, and his body was soaked by the heavy rain, he already didn't have much energy.
Moreover, he had walked in the mud and woods for a long time, and now that he had stopped, he naturally felt cold and weak all over.
He Yidao slowly finished chewing a piece of dried meat. He chewed the dried meat into small pieces, which was conducive to rapid absorption by the gastrointestinal tract.
Gradually, the seven people came to the place where He Yidao had rubbed the mud. They stared at the mud on the tree bark, which was still wet.
"The footprints disappeared when we got here, which means the people didn't go far. Let's spread out and search around." One of the leaders said.
So, the seven people divided into four directions, basically in groups of two, and one person was alone, walking in the direction of He Yidao.
He Yidao felt no joy in his heart. He held his breath, took out a ghost needle from his left hand with his right hand, and kept rubbing it in his palm.
He Yidao is getting familiar with a ghost needle, including its weight, length, shape, and size.
For every point of familiarity with ghost needles, one point of control over ghost needles can be strengthened.
He was pursuing a fatal blow, so he couldn't afford to be careless.
Especially for this weak body now, every ounce of effort needs to be carefully considered, every ounce of effort must be carefully considered, and neither can nor afford to waste.
The man approached slowly. He Yidao was hidden in the low bushes and was difficult to find.
"Fifteen steps."
"Fourteen steps."
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"Ten steps!"
When He Yidao counted ten steps in his mind, his right hand suddenly tightened from a lazy state, and then relaxed again, as if nothing happened.
However, the ghost needle in He Yidao's right hand disappeared...
In the dark jungle, a black ghost needle is naturally difficult to detect. No one would have thought that a ghost needle grass, which is not inconspicuous in the woods, can actually kill a person.
The disappearing ghost needle sank directly into the man's throat, leaving only a frightening bloody hole.
The man didn't make any sound and fell to the ground silently.
However, before he died, his eyes were wide open, as if he didn't understand what happened to him.
The night was dark and windy, intensifying the humid environment in the woods and adding a touch of heaviness to the darkness.
This is not the first time He Yidao kills someone, so his eyes are just like his current hands, very steady, terrifyingly steady.
He Yidao immediately changed his position and found a bush not far from the fallen body to cover his body.
"I really don't understand why the boss asked us to search for any children. Even if there are children, they will be eaten by wild beasts in the woods." A man complained to his companions in a rather dissatisfied tone, "Look at what happened just now.
After the rain, I only took a few steps, and my feet were covered with mud again."
The man lowered his head, picked up a branch from the ground and scraped the mud on his feet.
"Say less..." Another person comforted.
After waiting for a long time, the man didn't hear anything else. He thought he had nothing to say. He was about to speak again when suddenly there was the sound of someone falling to the ground behind him.
The man scraped the mud from his feet and turned around to explore what the sound was. Suddenly his pupils shrank, "Old..."
Before he finished speaking, the man had fear in his eyes, holding a branch covered in mud in his hand, and he also fell next to his companion.
The only thing they have in common is a small bleeding hole on their necks...
"Three." He Yidao rubbed his right hand in the bushes and looked at the two people who fell on the ground not far away, his eyes still calm.
Just like that, under the cover of night, He Yidao changed its direction again, and two more ghost needles flew out, and accordingly two more people fell.
"There are five, and there are still two left." He Yidao hid in the bushes and continued to rub his right hand, but he felt that his right hand was reaching its limit.
He Yidao frowned, "I've been practicing "Hunyuan Yi Jing Jin" for three years. It's pretty good that my body has improved to this point. After all, I'm still young and it's not the age to increase my strength."
"The most I can do is use the ghost needle one more time." He Yidao said.
But there are still two people. Why not kill them?
No, they must be related to the person who killed their parents.
Since it is related, we must not let it go!
After a while, He Yidao shook his right arm and stretched and contracted his palm for a while, but he did not dare to make any big movements to prevent making too much noise.
He looked at the two remaining torches in the woods and knew that they were already wary.
Because they found that all the torches around them were extinguished, as if they had suddenly disappeared. Therefore, the two of them stood back to back, staring at the front, back, left, and right, wary of any disturbance around them.
"Ah Yang, let's go back, I think it's a little weird here." One person suggested after watching everyone disappear.
The torch shone on the man's face. I don't know whether it was wet by the rain on the leaves in the woods, or he was frightened into a cold sweat. His forehead was covered with water drops. He moved his Adam's apple and said, "Ah Yang, let's go."
"Don't be afraid. I just broke through to the second level of the day after tomorrow. I will protect you, so don't be afraid." The man named Ah Yang behind the man said.
"The day after tomorrow, the second level of heaven!" The man seemed to have heard something extraordinary, "I haven't practiced martial arts yet." There was a bit of envy in his tone.
"Don't worry, I will teach you martial arts when you get out." Ah Yang continued.
"Really?" The man's tone was full of joy.
"real."
"The day after tomorrow, the second level of heaven?" He Yidao, with his keen sense of crisis, had already sensed the crisis in this person, otherwise he would have taken action.
At this time, He Yidao felt a little tricky, and he didn't know what the second level of the day after tomorrow was.
He Yidao planned to give the man who said he was the second heaven after tomorrow a try. After all, only by understanding his strength could he make corresponding countermeasures.
Isn’t there an old saying that goes like this: Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
He picked up a piece of soil from the ground, rolled it into a clay ball and sandwiched it between his thumb and middle finger. He bent his middle finger and suddenly flicked it away from the two torches.
Who would have known that the mud ball would draw an arc in the air and fly toward the two torches.
"What is it?" When Niwan was about two steps closer to the man, he suddenly realized it.
But at this moment, the mud ball suddenly exploded.
"Bah, bah, bah..." Ah Yang lowered his head and vomited for a while.
The mud ball exploded, and just as the man opened his mouth, the blown soil flew directly into the man's mouth.
"What's wrong?" The partner next to him asked concernedly.
"I don't know where the mud flew from." The man lowered his head and continued to spit, clearing the mud from his mouth.
"No, where did the mud come from?" At this time, Ah Yang reacted and immediately rushed in the direction where the mud flew. He stopped next to a bush and said, "Who is it? Come out quickly!"
A ghost needle as long as the index finger was released and released by He Yidao's right hand, and flew out again.
The right hand is like a rubber band being stretched and released from its normal state.
But this time, his right hand was not as stable as it was, but rather trembling.
Quietly, a person fell to the ground again, but that person was not the one who was shouting, Ah Yang, but the one who was cowering.
Ah Yang shouted for a while, then looked back at his companion, who knew that his companion had fallen to the ground.
"Xiao Shui!" Ah Yang exclaimed and quickly ran to the man's side. He looked at the blood hole on his neck and felt a little angry.
"We have always bullied others, and no one has ever been able to bully us!" Ah Yang tried to see that his companion who had fallen to the ground had expired. He stood up and glared around him.
"Coward, if you have the ability, come out and fight! What's the point of shooting an arrow in the back?"
He Yidao looked at Ah Yang who was about to go crazy. He wrinkled his nose and said, "A third-rate master."
Yes, this person was considered a third-rate master in his previous life. Of course, in his previous life, he naturally looked down upon a third-rate master. Even a first-rate master was not qualified enough to let him take a second look.
However, the person I am now is not the person I was in my previous life.
Now I am not even a low-level master. With my knife-throwing skills, I can barely be called a third-rate master. However, now my right hand has reached its limit and I can no longer use the flying knife.
He Yidao was about to run away, and he did not intend to conflict with this person.
However, just as he was slowly retreating, he accidentally stepped on a branch and made a crisp "click" sound.
To Ah Yang now, this sound is no different than a shout.
He locked his position and ran to the place where the sound came from in an instant.
He saw a four or five-year-old child sitting on the ground trembling, especially his right hand that was shaking extremely...
"What's your name?" Ah Yang asked with a fierce look.
"My name is Zeng Aniu." The child said timidly.
Who would believe that a child could kill someone? Of course Ah Yang didn't believe it either.