After the Anonymous rushed into the cabin, the whole boat seemed to burst. I heard a ping-pong-pong sound, and the boat swayed from side to side by the river.
Immediately afterwards, the boat canopy suddenly burst as if overwhelmed. At the moment when the boat canopy burst, I saw the middle-aged man in his 40s who was in charge of the yellow spring map, flying out like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. , Fell into the river with a thud.
The Anonymous stood up under the broken canopy, holding the scroll in one hand. He slowly opened the painting, which was the yellow spring picture of the road on earth.
No one expected Huang Quantu to be robbed. Such an important thing is usually controlled by a person with a lot of identity in the road of the world, but the Anonymous is too strong, so strong that no one can resist, in such a blink of an eye, Huang Quantu has changed hands.
The man in his fifties refused to give up, and rushed to the Anonymous again, and the few people on the shore followed across the shallow water, vying for help.
The Anonymous held the map of the Yellow Spring in one hand, and only used the other to confront the enemy. No one could get close, and even the boat under his feet was almost broken.
After a few rounds, everyone was knocked over in the water. The Anonymous was condescending, looking at these people faintly, and said: "I don't want to kill you, I want you to go back and bring a sentence. Huangquan is in my hand and I want to return. Huang Quantu, call your master over."
These people are definitely not convinced, nor reconciled. However, the strength of the two sides is too great. This anonymous person is definitely not something that people present can deal with.
The man in his fifties climbed up the river bank in embarrassment, gave the nameless look bitterly, and turned around to greet everyone on the big boat. After this incident, they didn't stay here anymore, and the ship quickly set off.
The Anonymous didn't stop him. He stood on the small boat and watched for a while. When the big boat was far away, he let me get closer and jumped into our small boat.
The river beach suddenly fell silent, and I found that Wuming seemed to have a kind of innate arrogance, these ordinary people, it seemed that he was not worthy of killing. After he got on the boat, he sat down, unfolded the picture of the yellow spring, and read it carefully.
I have seen Huangquan Road. The scene depicted in this picture is exactly the same as Huangquan Road. The Anonymous watched silently, watching for a long time, and then slowly put the Huangquan map away.
"This painting has been around for many years. Have you seen it before?"
"No." I shook my head, there was nothing to say to Wuming, and I couldn't tell the truth at all.
"A picture of Huangquan, a road of Huangquan, how many lone souls and dead bones are buried, Huangquanhe is a river with no way of return, and no one can return when walking up." Wumingshi muttered a few words to himself, his tone Among them, there seems to be a lot of emotion.
I was at a loss for a while, and I couldn't tell exactly what kind of an Anonymous person was. There are some things that you only want to say when your mind reaches a certain level.
"You also grabbed the Huangquan map, where are you going now."
"Where to go, just wait here."
I know that Anonymous is here to wait. He has already said everything just now, and he has asked people to report back. It's just that I don't know what he meant. He didn't seem to be plotting this picture of the yellow spring, but he wanted to take the picture of the yellow spring to lead the snake out of the cave.
He said, let those people go back and inform their master, anyway, as I know now, Huangquan Road is the Huangquan corpse hunter who has the final say.
Most of him is here to wait for the corpse hunter in Huangquan.
I can feel that there may be some grievances between him and the Huangquan Corpse Collector, otherwise they would not force the Huangquan Corpse Collector to show up in this way.
I don't want to talk to him too much, because the arrogance and contempt in his tone makes me very unbearable. However, if I don't talk to him, and I can't get some information, I can only endure and continue to play his words.
"Did my uncle deliberately release you?" I thought about the previous conversation between the fake master and Anonymous, and guessed this. The Anonymous was originally in that ancient ship and was frozen in the profound ice. If no one was outside to help, he would definitely not be able to come out alone.
"You're right, he released me. Do you want to be like him, joke that I have no ability to be locked in that boat?"
"I didn't say anything, how do you know that I think this way?" I talked to him while trying to figure out the ins and outs of this matter.
I can probably guess that after the fake master was released from Huangquan Road, he was definitely unwilling, but he was not the opponent of Huangquan Corpse Hunter. If you want to retaliate, or are unfavorable to the Huangquan corpse hunter, you can only borrow the hands of others.
Looking at the entire large river beach, how many people can really compete with the Huangquan Corpse Collector? Because of this, the fake master got the Wumingshi out.
"Is there a grudge between you and Huangquan's corpse hunter?"
"Said there is grudge, there is grudge, it is said that there is no grudge, nor grudge, whether there is grudge, it is only between my thoughts. Have you not heard that sentence, becoming a Buddha and becoming a Buddha is all in one thought." Wu Mingshi sighed. In a tone, he said, "Further, it is the Buddha, and one step back is the devil."
What the Anonymous said seemed to be fancy, but there was nothing useful. I talked to him for a long time, and listened to him talking about it here, but in the end I just kept silent.
It was very quiet in the second half of the night, and there was no more movement after the big ship on Human Road drove away. I think there is a natural way to report the news on Renjianlu. It may not be long before the news of Huangquantu's looting will reach the ears of the Huangquan corpse collectors.
By the time it dawned, there were no traces left on the river beach. Two fishermen’s fishing boats passed by here early in the morning. The other party may have seen the damaged boat left over from the human road and wanted to come over to see what happened. I was afraid that they would have something out of the ordinary and anger the Anonymous, and the Anonymous wanted to kill again, so I drove them away quickly.
"You are kind." The Anonymous didn't raise his eyelids, but he knew what I meant: "You look at me, like killing innocent people?"
"Is it right? I don't know if you killed the innocent. Anyway, you killed the boatman yesterday."
"You kid, it's really not easy." Wuming squinted his eyes and looked at me. Although he was squinting, there was a faint flash of light in his eyes: "You have cut off your own demons. "
"Can you see it?"
"From ancient times to the present, there are not many people who can kill themselves. If there is no accident, it will be a big event in the future."
Although Anonymous has always had a faint arrogance when speaking, he is really knowledgeable and omniscient. He has talked a lot about the past with me, although I don’t recognize him.
Same with him, but I have to admit that he has benefited a lot from his words.
After waiting for the whole day, there was no unusual movement. After dark, we rested here as usual, but in my heart, I still wanted to escape. However, Wumingshi seems to be able to skip eating or sleeping. Since I met him, he has only drank so many sips of yin and yang fish soup, and then he didn't eat anything and didn't sleep.
From dark to dawn, from dawn to dark, the two of us waited for two days in this desolate river. On the third night, a boat arrived from the upper reaches of the river.
The boat is not big, and it is far apart, and you can see a person standing on the bow of the boat. In a moment, the ship was already very close.
The Anonymous hasn't looked back, but when the boat approached, he seemed to have a feeling and stood up.
At the same time, I also recognized that the boat I had seen before was the corpse scavenger controlled by the Huangquan Corpse Scavenger.
Standing at the bow of the ship was the Huangquan Corpse Scavenger. He didn't have any expression. When the Corpse Scavenger approached this side, he seemed to stop abruptly in the water.
The Huangquan corpse scavenger stood on the bow, and the Anonymous also stood on the bow. The two people looked at each other a short distance apart.
"How long have you not seen each other?"
"I can't remember." Huangquan's face, like the one I saw last time, is as if it is carved out of wood, stiff and rigid. He must be very familiar with Wuming, but his words are just like him. The expression is average, without any ups and downs at all.
"I guess you will come, you really came." The Anonymous raised his hand, raised the Huangquantu in his hand, pointed at me, and said: "You are here for this kid, or for the Huangquantu. "
"Release people and hand over paintings." Huangquan Corpse Collector slowly put down the oars in his hands and said, "I can still save your life."
"Then I would like to thank you." The Anonymous raised his head and smiled: "This life is here. If you want it, take it."
The two have not started yet, but they are already at war.
The corpse scavenger in Huangquan took a breath and said nothing. The corpse scavenger under his feet suddenly rushed and bumped into our boat. I couldn't stand steady, and my body crooked and fell directly into the water.
I just fell into the water here, and the Huangquan Corpse Hunter and the Wuming Clan have been killed into a group. I have never seen such a confrontation between two of the most extreme masters. Their bodies brought up the waves on the water, and there was a vast mist of water everywhere, and I couldn't see clearly.
Now I didn't even bother to watch it. I collapsed in the water and headed directly to the shore. The two of them were inextricably killed, and it was a good opportunity for me to escape.
When I swam to the shore in one breath, the waves behind me had already begun to roar vigorously. Turning to see, in the mist, the figures of the Huangquan Corpse Collector and the Anonymous can be vaguely seen from time to time, like two dragons fighting life and death.
I was hesitating, whether to take this opportunity to flee a little bit and find a hidden place to watch carefully, and the wrist was immediately caught.
Looking back, the person holding me was a fake master. He didn't know when he came quietly behind me and dragged me away.
"Follow me! It's too late if it's too late!"
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