C20

Arriving at Wudang Mountain, the sky was already late. Faang Hui deeply felt that the situation was big and requested to meet Sect Leader De Guang.

After a while, Faang Hui was welcomed into the living room. After a short while, Faang Hui saw a person walking out quickly. He wore a Taoist robe, had thick eyebrows and fierce eyes, had a short beard under his chin, and was about forty-four to fifteen years old. He quickly left his seat and saluted, then said: "Faang Hui from the last days of martial arts studies. Greetings, Master.

The man returned the greeting slightly and said, "I am Dehui. Senior Sect Leader is currently training in this matter, Wen Sen is my disciple, please tell me about this matter. " Faang Hui began to explain the situation in detail.

De Hui heard the news clearly and called a few disciples along with Faang Hui to rush to the scene of the incident. It was already late, and the moon was rising slowly. It was already extremely dark, making the scene even more disorderly and terrifying. The disciples of the Wudang were carefully inspecting the corpses and scattered items. After frowning for a long time, De Hui asked: "Young Hero Faang, do you know what this Renwu Escort Office is about? Is it related to our sect?"

Faang Hui shook his head slowly, and said: "When I went over, I only asked one person: how far was Wudang Mountain … I returned from the crossing, and it hadn't even been four hours since I returned. These people died here, and it wasn't even two hours after they met me … The rest are not easy to estimate. "

De Hui said, "Seeing these people die and their belongings were not large, and their corpses were also examined by others, presumably they were searching for something like a letter. But if it's something important like a letter, then why do we have to send so many people to escort them?"

Faang Hui didn't answer. He pointed at the dead white horse and said, "Just now, when I found it, the white horse was covered in blood and led deeper into the mountain. But now, it's gone... That green cloth was also gone! Someone must have come here! "

When De Hui heard these words, he ordered his disciples to guard the scene and inspect it carefully. However, they could not leave the official road. He called Faang Hui and went up the mountain road with them.

Faang Hui could not stay any longer. Since he had already reported everything, he wanted to leave. However, he was concerned about Wen Sen's safety and that white-robed rider's fate was unknown. Thus, he did not refuse.

The two of them walked up the mountain road for a few miles. They felt that the mountain road was getting steeper and steeper. They could barely make out the goat's intestines, and in the end, they were extremely afraid of the moon and the wind.

After a while, Faang Hui suddenly said: "Spiritual Master, this mountain road is a few miles below the Wudang Mountain. Have you ever come here before?"

De Hui answered, "The Wudang Mountain has a radius of several hundred kilometers. Even though I have lived in the Wudang for nearly thirty years, I have lived in this place for a long time.

Faang Hui muttered to himself, "I don't know if my guess is right, please help me explain. I think that the culprit did something fierce. He must have found the bloodstain and pointed it towards the mountain road, and then turned around to destroy it to prevent us from discovering it.

"Of course."

Faang Hui continued, "After the murderer has committed a murder, the murderer should have fled quickly. If any clues are found pointing to this mountain path, then the murderer should have escaped in another direction, leaving behind clues that would be used to attack the east and attack the west. Wudang Mountain is so large that even the real person has never been on this mountain path before. If there is anything wrong, in the middle of the night, the enemy will be in the dark, and I will be in the light … "

"Do you mean to say that the murderer tried to destroy the clues and lead us here?"

Just as they were speaking, from the mountain road far away, a few strange sounds of laughter could be heard.

Faang Hui nodded and said, "Indeed, they invited us here. However, we just realized that it might be too late."

When he heard the laughter, he immediately asked in a loud voice, "Sir, who are you? To provoke and kill people at the bottom of the Wudang Mountain, do you dare to come out and meet me? " This shout was indeed the voice of an expert from the inner sect. The laughter did not answer, as if it was afraid of him. De Hui let out a cold snort, "Evil spirits do not dare to reveal themselves. Those who hide their heads and show their tails are not good men."

Just as he was hesitating about whether he should return on the original road, the laughter suddenly sounded again. However, in the next moment, he was in front of them again, the Lightness Skill was truly terrifying.

De Hui frowned. The Longsword came out of its scabbard and said to Faang Hui, "This place is strange. Young Hero will go first. I will cut off the rear."

Faang Hui did not answer and continued to use his Lightness Skill and run. After only a few steps, he heard a long sigh from De Hui behind him. They had already started fighting. Faang Hui thought that since De Hui was Master Wen Sen's father and a Wudang expert, he should be safe. Right now, the most important thing was to go out on the road and reunite with the Wudang disciples who had come with him. As soon as he thought of this, his feet moved even faster. He listened carefully, but other than the exhalation from De Hui, there was no other sound.

After running for a few miles, Faang Hui felt a touch on his feet. The moon was completely dark now, his body was terrified, without time to think carefully, he pulled out the Fire Spirit Sword, danced a flower of swords around his body, and felt thorny vines wrapped around his calves.

Faang Hui was surprised. He was running back the way he came from. It was originally a small road. Although the mountain road was rugged, there was nothing on it. At this moment, the wind was high and the stars were faint. Although it wasn't like he couldn't see his own fingers in front of him, he couldn't see far away. Faang Hui was calm as he looked around. Faang Hui was not lightly frightened, did he go in the wrong direction?

He jumped up and saw a huge tree wrapped around him. The only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing through the bushes. He didn't even hear the sound of the insects, let alone the birds. It was very strange. Faang Hui had gotten lost on Jiuhua Mountain since he was young. Originally, he couldn't be scared by the situation in the mountain, but it was completely dark and there was no sound at all. It was truly strange. While feeling slightly flustered, he raised his voice and roared: "My friends from the Wudang Sect, are you still here?"

All four sides were silent, only the echoes were coming from the direction of the main road. There should be three Wudang disciples standing guard, but there was no response at this time. Faang Hui calmed himself down and thought that he didn't feel bad. Maybe someone was playing tricks on him, using some kind of strange magic formation or something, plotting against him in the dark to get lost, losing his Wudang, or encountering an enemy. Faang Hui pondered for a moment and decided not to be surprised. He found a big branch on top of the tree and sat down cross-legged. He circulated his inner force silently and waited for daybreak.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the wind gradually died down, but the light of the moon and stars were still pitch black. Faang Hui looked around slowly and saw that there were faint green flames in the distance, but it looked like a ghost flame in the rumors. Faang Hui had been in the mountain for a long time. He knew that the so-called ghostfire was the phosphorescence of the dead, so he didn't care. Right at this moment, about six to seven zhang away, that strange laughter started again. Faang Hui calmed himself down, thinking that if someone was playing tricks on him and didn't dare attack the tree, he must have some misgivings. He decided to look down on them and take advantage of them, so he decided to ignore them.

For a moment, the laughter turned urgent, but Faang Hui remained unmoved. The laughter seemed to be bored and stopped abruptly. Almost within a breath's time, the laughter came from under the tree. Faang Hui was shocked, this distance of sixty to seventy feet was not far, not close, but with such a rapid change in position, was there really a ghost in this world?

Amidst their amazement, the laughter gradually faded away from under the tree, drifting towards the direction of the ghostfire. It seemed that once it reached the ghostfire, it would become completely silent. At the same time, a faint wail came from the place where the ghost flames were burning, one that didn't stop at all.

Faang Hui was helpless. He knew that someone was playing tricks on him, luring him to the place where the ghost fire was. At this moment, Daoist De Hui didn't know what was going on, with his martial arts, he was much stronger than him. As he hesitated, he heard rustling sounds coming from the side of the ghost flames. In the dim light of the flames, it seemed as if the surrounding trees had all fallen down one by one.

Faang Hui understood that the person who pretended to be a ghost just now might have lured him over, but this time, it was a threat. Without a second thought, he jumped down from the tree and said, "Fine, the small house has no relatives. At the moment, we can't allow it to happen, even if it's a den of dragons and tigers, I'll give it a try."