Pick up a dead man and bring him back

Seven days later.

Liangzhou.

Nanmo and I sat at a tea stand in the wind and sand and drank water. This tea was just a big bowl of tea made from big leaves, but it sold for one tael per pot. The food next to the table was just this pot of water. half of.

I took a sip, stopped, and looked at Nanmo across the way. I was actually looking at the man behind Nanmo from the corner of my eye. The man was tall, at least 1.9 meters tall. Malnutrition is common in this era. Down, it's really high.

The man was wearing a bamboo hat, and he didn't take it off when eating. Every movement he made was very steady, as if he was preventing the enemy from attacking from any angle all the time.

And the things on the table in front of that person are probably several times more than ours. Because of the wine, this thing is comparable to gold in the desert.

Judging by his status and posture, he has a lot of momentum.

No wonder Xiao Wen couldn't handle this person.

I thought about it, and retracted my gaze without a trace, but I saw Nan Mo staring at me intently, the eyes covered by the shadow of the bamboo hat seemed to be broken into pieces of light, I don't know what I was thinking.

"Nanmo." I called out, and when he came back to his senses, he said, "Pour me some tea."

"Yes." Nanmo comprehended, and helped me to block the opposite gaze.

I dipped my hands in water and wrote on the table: "Leave, do it."

It means that as soon as that person leaves here, the two of us will start fighting. I followed this person for three days, and half of the time I was looking for him. He can always use unexpected ways to disappear from your sight. Let all the effort go to waste, only to start all over again.

But I still didn't choose to do it at the beginning. First, I just recovered, and the opportunity was not in the best condition. Second, I didn't know the other party very well.

Although he knew in advance that this person was from the single family and the first battalion, he didn't know how high the other party was. Even if he was from the first battalion, it was only deduced.

I can also be sure that this person's martial arts are superior to mine and Nanmo.

It is only now that I understand how unreasonable Ke Dongbai, the dead man who was undercover at the time, was in the Shan family.

Because, as of now, it is difficult for my power to penetrate into the Shan family, especially the dead soldiers of the Shan family.

Fortunately, Ke Dongbai didn't let the people over there successfully take him away. Instead, he was taken away by the rebellious Shiba and handed over to Uncle Yun.

Thinking of the eighteenth, I was a little excited. The result of my investigation for half a year might be right in front of my eyes, and I couldn't calm down no matter what.

"Master...Jun Ming..." Nan Mo called me.

I'm a little impatient, I don't know why, these days, Nanmo has been thinking a lot, "What's wrong?"

"I always feel that this trip is not going well."

I reached out and tapped on the table, and cursed, "Fart!"

As long as it is about Shiba, I have to try it anyway, not to mention that this time the news comes from Shanfu. I also guessed that Shiba will return to Shanfu again, but the people I sent have never seen it. After eighteen, I had to give up in the end.

Even if he didn't get the exact news this time, he could still know whether Shiba was in Shanfu or not, so it wouldn't be a disadvantage no matter what.

"Listen quietly to the instruction."

The other party was scolded by me, but he didn't have any temper at all.

I was a little uncomfortable, so I watched the person opposite again secretly, and the person suddenly looked up and looked at me, and I was shocked—could it be that I was discovered?

I quickly retracted my gaze and continued to drink tea without any trace.

"I'm not looking at you." Nan Moshui wrote on the table.

I was surprised, and saw Nanmo continue to write, "There is a father and son behind you."

Could it be this person's goal this time?So watching them?

I have stayed in the den of the dead for almost three months, and I still understand some rules. They are generally assigned different tasks, and most of those tasks are assassinations.

So this time, it was also an assassination?

"Tell me your opinion." I ate a mouthful of beef and wrote on the table.

"Look." Nan Mo wrote.

It means to observe secretly.

I nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Mo, it seems that we want to go together."

Nan Mo acted with me, and said with a smile, "Heroes see the same thing."

This conversation here is really not strange at all, not because of any inconvenience, or being forced to helpless, who would come to this innocuous place, as long as there is a gust of wind, the sand brought up by the face will be like It's like the wind and frost hit the face, it's miserable.

There are five tables in this small tea shop, Nanmo and I sat on one, the man took one, the father and son took another one, and there were two free tables.

The sun was very strong and the wind was blowing. The wind in the desert was very dry, so no one wanted to leave at this time unless necessary, but the father and son walked away against the wind.

I took a sip of water and secretly looked at the imprints left by those two people in the wind and sand. The depth of a normal person, but the depth of each step into the sand is almost the same, and this is very difficult to do in the desert. This shows that these two people are in disguise, and their martial arts are good.

It wasn't until later in the evening that the owner of the tea stall closed the stall that the man stood up and left.

Nanmo and I took precautions against accidents, and didn't leave until the man was out of sight.

When we followed the direction to find the man, the man was sitting on the edge of a small oasis in the desert. I nodded to Nan Mo, and the two of them groped towards the man from different directions, riding the dark night.

I thought that my current abilities could be considered superior in any way, but I was quickly discovered.

He only heard the other party say "Hey", and then cursed, "You little boy, how dare you dream of getting Sha Xian?"

What followed was a strong wind and sandstorm, the power of which is not comparable to the natural wind. Wherever it goes, the grass and trees will be destroyed. I immediately moved away from the aura and covered my body. Since I was discovered, I simply stopped. Instead, he stood in front of the man generously, with a smile on his face: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I have no malicious intentions here. My name is Nangu. Recently, I want to ask the hero for some news."

"So it's the dog from Yunyan Pavilion—Get out, I don't have what you want, the dog from Yunyan Pavilion, get out of here quickly, so that I won't be annoyed."

"I got the news, I must get out, and I won't annoy the heroes." I am not angry, because I know that Shan Cunzhi must hate Yunyan Pavilion to death, and he knows that I have something to do with Yunyan Pavilion, but unfortunately, he has been unable to find out. What is the relationship with me.

What's more, I have changed my face. Even if I am eighteen, I will never recognize that I am Jun Ming when I see this face.

The reason for the change of appearance is that none of the dead men of the Shan family would want to take me back. If I suddenly appeared in front of this person, I'm afraid it would not be easy for me to get out unscathed.

Nan Mo over there didn't know what method he used, so he quietly approached that person. I made a gesture to signal Nan Mo not to do anything first, but to solve it verbally if he could.

"Bah—damn it, why is there another one?"

As I expected, now that he has been discovered, Nan Mo stood up generously this time, and said: "What an offense, we are just asking for a word from you for the order from above. For the master, I hope the heroes will understand."

The man seemed to show a hint of interest, and said with a smile: "Let's hear it, what news is it worth for the owner of Yunyan Pavilion to go out in person, and also bring a master?"

Nanmo and I didn't move. It's really not difficult to recognize Nanmo. It should be that the other party has seen Nanmo before and thought that Nanmo was the owner of Yunyan Pavilion.

I followed suit and said, "It's because of an old friend of the pavilion master. Hero, you are from the Shan family. You should know this person, and you have also participated in the recent activities of the Shan family."

"Oh? Who is it? To be appreciated by the pavilion master?"

"Shan eighteen." I replied.

There was a dead silence after that, and then I heard the man laugh wildly, deafeningly, and he said: "Eighteen! Come out!"