Shortly after Fang Yunhan followed Zhao Dapeng to leave Yueyang City, he found that every time Zhao Dapeng walked, he would stop to search for something and then determine the next direction.

Sometimes, he would stare at a few messy stones for a while, and sometimes he would carefully caress the roots of the big tree.

Although Fang Yunhan could not see any signs of secret codes in those places, he could also guess that his move should be searching for and identifying the secret codes left by the Beggar Gang disciples.

The elder Feng Ma Niu often stayed at the Beggar Gang's headquarter, and was familiar with his face because he was often at the Beggar Gang's disciples, especially the Beggar Gang's disciples in the Yueyang branch. This morning, a Beggar Gang's disciples found that he was acting abnormally and seemed to be avoiding something, so he thought about talking to him, but unfortunately the elder left in a hurry and ignored it.

After the deputy helm leader Mi learned the news, he sent a few disciples to put on clean and tidy costumes in the people. Following from afar, Zhao Dapeng chose to walk out of the city because he was anxious, and the other hand, it was to find the secret codes left by those disciples.

It was quite smooth at the beginning. After searching for and walking around, after about twenty miles out of the city, he went deep into the woods and deviated from the official road, Zhao Dapeng's time to search and identify the secret notes gradually increased, and the speed gradually slowed down.

Until the sun set, they had not yet walked out of the jungle, but as the last glory of the sunset was swallowed by the horizon, some messy traces appeared in front of the two of them.

The rag strips hanging on the branches that had been broken for a short time were directly hit by the trunks of the broken tree, and the bloodstains sprinkled on the rocks, and the footprints of one or two inches of depth underground, all indicating that a battle occurred here not long ago.

Zhao Dapeng followed the traces of the battle and walked a few steps before he smelled the bloody smell.

Three young men died with their eyes closed and fell on the clearing ground in front of them.

They were all wearing coarse cloth clothes that were washed white, covered with dust, and under their hats were hair that had been damaged for a long time.

One was bleeding from seven orifices, sitting under a big tree. One looked black and his face was facing the sky. Another was in the most weird posture, with abnormal twists in his hands and feet, and his back and buttocks were almost squeezed together, like a dead snake.

Zhao Dapeng stepped forward to check, his face turned redder a little, and said, "It was the three brothers who followed him. Two were shocked and killed by heavy techniques, and one of them was hit by extremely vicious palm power. There was no good bone in his body."

Fang Yunhan leaned over and touched the corpse with a strange posture. It didn't feel like it was touching a human body, but it was more like poking it on a horse belt containing cotton. The place where the body was touched by his fingers quickly became a dark red ecchymn, which made him breathe secretly and quickly shrank his hand.

Although I often saw this kind of death in various novels and films and TV works in my previous life, I felt completely different when I saw such a corpse myself.

Fang Yunhan, who had never touched the corpse, pressed his eyebrows with his eyebrows, smeared his eyelids, and tried to calm down, thinking, and said, "Since you are sending multiple people to follow you, you will definitely not get together, especially in a place like the forest, the chances of three people getting together to be exposed."

"Looking at the traces along the way, it doesn't seem like I was dragged here after being beaten to death. In other words, something happened during the tracking process, forcing the three people to gather together on their own initiative."

Fang Yunhan looked at the messy footprints and said, "Can you judge the martial arts of these three Beggar Gang disciples?"

Zhao Dapeng also looked at the traces on the ground and said, "The one who killed them is the masters. The gap is very big. It is impossible to leave so many traces."

The two looked at each other, "There is only one possibility."

It was only when the elder passed down the merits met a strong enemy that the three disciples would come out to help. Now there are only three disciples of the Beggar Gang who are here, so the elder should still be alive.

Zhao Dapeng rubbed his fingers: "The body still has warmth, and it is definitely not far away."

He raised his breath and opened his mouth, and was suddenly covered by Fang Yunhan.

"You want to shout? What if you hear the murderer first?"

"That's right."

"Tsk." Fang Yunhan slapped his forehead and persuaded, "The most important thing now is to find Elder Chuan Gong and ask the process of Junshan's murder. The elder successfully escaped once. What if he had escaped and hid again this time, wouldn't your shout be exposed in vain?"

Zhao Dapeng's face was still a little hesitant, and suddenly his face changed and he slapped it out with a palm.

Fang Yunhan thought Zhao Dapeng was turning against him now, and was stunned and raised his fist and hit him out, but found that Zhao Dapeng's palm was not aimed at him, so he almost pulled his fist back before hitting his chest.

Then I heard a muffled sound from the left rear.

Fang Yunhan quickly flashed a few steps to the right and looked back. He saw that Zhao Dapeng had already started fighting with an old man with gray hair.

Of course, the fight between the two of them was not the fight of ordinary street gangsters, nor was it the golden and special effects flying around, but it was more like the actions of those kung fu masters in film and television dramas.

However, whether it is the afterimage that appears faintly when waving hands and feet, or the strong wind that still hurts through several meters, they all show their strength and speed, which are far from comparable to ordinary kung fu movies.

Fang Yunhan was a little hesitant when he looked at this scene. Although he had internal strength, he could not do anything. He had a head-on fight with Zhao Dapeng before, and it seemed that he was not injured, but it was a time to fight to the death.

But now, looking at the smooth and strange movements and completely unexpected steps of the two people, Fang Yunhan didn't think that it could be resisted by his own turtle punch.

Fortunately, before he could hesitate for a few seconds, the gray-haired old man suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, his head lowered and he stopped moving.

Zhao Dapeng rushed forward. When Fang Yunhan thought he was going to kill, he heard him shout.

"Elder, Elder Feng, how are you?"

What? This is the elder who passed on merit?

Fang Yunhan hurried forward and saw that the old man's cheeks were extremely flushed, but there seemed to be a little black between his eyebrows and sweating profusely. He immediately said, "Don't shout here, let's take him away first."

Zhao Dapeng took the old man on his back and left. Fang Yunhan left, pulled a thick branch, ran around, and created some broken branches and leaves in several positions that no one had stepped on, and the ground was messy and someone had run by. Then he quickly threw the branches and followed Zhao Dapeng.

They had already penetrated the forest before. After it got dark, they could hardly see even a little moonlight in the forest, and there was no ready-made road, so it was easy to encounter danger when walking.
Chapter completed!