It was in Suolan of the western tribes.

The hunchbacked old man was hurrying on the road, extremely hard.

The weather at the end of July was extremely hot, but his whole body was wrapped tightly by a heavy purple cloak.

Sweat was dripping from his face, which was mostly covered by the hood.

On his left and right hands were two young children, a boy and a girl. Both of them were about six or seven years old, dressed as people from western tribes and dressed in bright colors. The children's faces were pale and tender, with few expressions and even with a little numbness.

The old man kept walking, and the forest path under his feet was not tortuous but seemed to be endless.

Without the company of those two children, such an old man who trotted quickly through the silent mountains and forests would really be regarded as a strange and wild ghost.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the vague number of people was about twenty.

Within 50 meters, the fighter in a Kungfu suit suddenly stepped forward, and his vigorous body twirled in mid-air. He crossed the top of the old man's head and landed in front of him, completely blocking his path.

At the same time, the twenty or so people from behind rushed up like a flood, surrounding the old man and the two children.

The two children seemed to be frightened by the menacing group of people and went straight to the old man's arms, but they looked a little stiff and uncoordinated. Compared with normal people, they were indescribably weird.

The boy said, "Grandpa, who are they? Why did they stop us from going on our way?"

Then, the girl sobbed, "Grandpa, I'm so scared!"

The old man embraced the two children with his withered hands tremblingly and said in a hoarse voice.

"It's okay. It's okay..."

The strong man, who was the leader in the encirclement, took two steps forward. His narrow eyes radiated evil light, and he sneered a few times at the hunchbacked old man.

"Humph, Kemuba, where are you going to escape now?"

The old man did not take off his hood, raised his neck, slightly straightened his back, muttered with his dry lips, and replied in a humble and slow voice.

"Masters, you are mistaken. I took my grandson and granddaughter to go to relatives, and I don't know the person you mentioned at all."

"You don't know?"

The strong man nodded, smiled, pulled out a broadsword from his waist, pointed at the old man with the point of the broadsword, and asked in a hard voice.

"If you don't know him, what are you running for when we chase you?"

It was no different to say more.

The face of the old man under the hood suddenly sank. He stretched out his arms, threw the two young children at the group, and then jumped out of the encircling circle with a flip in the air, as agile as a light swift.

The big cloak fluttered in the wind, and the old man waved his arms in the air, ringing the golden bell that he was holding on tightly.

The bell rang in a hurry and without rhythm. Sometimes, it was as loud as a dragon whistling and a bell banging. Sometimes it was as sharp as ten thousand arrows being fired in unison. The sound contained a deep but treacherous internal strength, which shook the forest and made the sand boil.

Accompanied by the power of this evil sect, the two white-faced children grinned and fought with all their strength against the twenty or so people.

The crowd looked shocked.

Although this pair of children were very young, they were very aggressive.

The two were close to each other, back-to-back, and they flickered up and down, moved left and right in the encirclement, and were dazzling like a spinning top.

The girl took advantage of a person being stunned, hugged his thigh, and jumped up, as clever as a spirit ape.

She immediately took a bloody mouth and bit her opponent's throat.

Blood was overflowing. When the man leaned back, the girl, covered in blood, jumped onto another man's back.

She slapped the top of the opponent's head with a palm, and a surging internal strength followed the trend down his head, which blasted his whole body and the ground under his feet to pieces.

Seven or eight people around were injured by the residual force of the blasting and fell to the ground, groaning and struggling. Their faces were excruciatingly painful.

At the same moment, the boy had already snatched the opponent's broadsword and swept it across suddenly.

In an instant, blood was scattered everywhere, and the man screamed and fell to the ground, his limbs separated.

The cold swept across the boy’s back. The boy's limbs froze, and his fingers trembled as he threw the steel broadsword.

When the strong man at the lead stabbed the point of the broadsword on the boy's back, he felt inconceivable how hard his body was to the touch.

With force on his wrist, the strong man lifted the boy up and then threw him to the ground, watching him shatter into pieces of wood.

The strong man's pupils condensed, and he glanced at the fake face spread out beside the broken head and sneered.

"Humph, your Puppet Art and ventriloquism are good!"

The old man outside the encirclement saw that the trick was dismantled, and the face behind the hood showed panic and surprise.

The opponent killed another wooden puppet. Four or five people counterattacked at the old man. He waved his cloak and disappeared in the thick smoke.

"Captain Wu, the witch ran away!"

One screamed.

The strong man looked at the mound that arched slightly on the ground and stretched all the way, and he said with a wanton smile.

"It's useless for her to escape from the ground. She has been poisoned by our centipede poison and can't run far!"

As he spoke, he took out a thumb-sized bamboo whistle from the front of his shirt.

All of a sudden, the whistle of the wild was loud and clear, like the crowing of a rooster.

A hundred meters away, the mound stopped moving forward, and it exploded with a "bang". One person was bounced into the air by the huge eruption force and fell to the ground with his back down. His facial features, hands, and feet twitched and deformed.

"Oh, it hurts to death..."

As soon as his voice changed, the old man turned into an old lady.

The strong man put one hand on his hips, leisurely carried a broadsword in the other, and surrounded her with his accomplices.

The blade slid past her face, mercilessly peeling off the fake face she used to disguise her face.

Immediately, the foul stench from her festering face made everyone nauseous for a while.

The strong man said, "Kemuba, I advise you to follow us to Da Yi obediently. If you delay for a while, the poison will start to work, and your whole body will fester and die."

The old lady stared at the strong man with her dim yellow and bulging old eyes and laughed strangely, "Are you the hundredor in the Eastern Depot Branch? If I go with you to Da Yi, when your goals are achieved, you still want me to die."

The strong man pouted and frowned in anger. With the dazzling blade downward, he threatened.

"If you don't go, believe it or not, I will kill you immediately!"

The old lady's face was covered in blood and pus without the slightest fear. She squinted her eyes and looked away from the ferocious facial features of the strong man. Her eyes wandered and she smiled cunningly.

"I don't need to make predictions this time, and I know that you will die before me..."

Before she finished speaking, a flash of blood flashed across her.

"Puff!"

The strong man's neck was torn open by a sharp weapon, and the blood was splashed with a scorching temperature, spreading all over the old lady's face.

"How unreasonable! The dogs of Huanan Xin actually acted wildly on the border of the western tribes and dared to take away my people of Udan?"

Dressed in white, Lu Qiange led a dozen Men of Sacrifice of Udan down the treetops with a Deer Blood Sword in hand, and they started a fight with the soldiers of the Eastern Depot.

The old lady took the opportunity to turn over and get up, turned around, and ran away without a word, but she bumped into a man in immortal red clothes.

With a smile, he suddenly lowered his tightened two fingers and gently tapped it on the old lady's shoulder.

The old lady instantly stiffened like a statue, unable to move.

In a short time, more than 20 men from the Eastern Depot were wiped out.

Lu Qiange walked over to the old lady after putting away the broadsword and scolded her with frowning eyebrows.

"Kemuba, if you had believed in us back then, you wouldn't have escaped from the inn and been hunted by the Eastern Depot with centipede poison. Follow me back to Udan. I will find someone to detoxify you and then send my subordinates to protect you."

The old lady "giggled" with a shabby smile.

"And then? You're not going to help me for no reason, Your Highness."

Lu Qiange sank his face, "No matter what, you can't fall into the hands of the Eastern Depot in Da Yi."

Yu Xuanji patted his fiery red robe, and his icy eyes locked on the ugly old lady.

"You must break the heart-by-heart blood bond for my sister and brother-in-law!"

Lu Qiange exclaimed from the side, "What are you saying?"

"Break the heart-by-heart blood bond!"

Yu Xuanji said firmly, "Ruo is my sister. I don't want her to continue to suffer from physical pain. No matter what she and Huanan He will face, I hope she will still be the one she was. The heart-by-heart blood bond must be broken!"