Zheng Taolun was frightened and looked at Chen Xuan.

Is Han Yutian threatening himself?

He smiled slightly and said, "Okay, thank you Brother Han for reminding me, I'm awake."

"Brother Han, Brother Zheng, let's discuss the plan again now and prepare to set off."

Situ Qing smiled.

"good."

Chen Xuan smiled and nodded.

Next, Situ Qing took out a map of the animal skin, which marked the place names and dangerous paths, and a group of people started discussing again here.

After half an hour, there are no more loopholes in the plan.

A group of people floated in long gowns and stood up and left.

…

Noon.

The sun shines brightly, the ice and snow melt, and the temperature rises.

A slight burning breath was emitted from the dense old forest, and waves of gray miasma surged.

The southern Xinjiang is located in a deserted and boundless manner, mostly with poisonous ponds and toxic miasma, and monsters are rampant. Most people in the Central Plains are reluctant to contact each other. Unless some demons with years in the blacklist have no way to go, they may escape into the southern Xinjiang or go far to the western desert.

There are rumors that the depths of southern Xinjiang are full of strange people, who can control poisonous insects and monsters, and master all kinds of extraordinary powers. However, in the eyes of Central Plains warriors, they are nothing but a small path, which is really not worthy of being at the elegant hall. When it comes to witchcraft in southern Xinjiang, they are mostly disdain and contempt.

At this moment, a fleet of carriages and horses slowly used their way out from the southern border of Laolin, and the bells rang out and echoed for several miles.

There were about 30 people in the horse team, wearing strange clothes, dark skin, chapped lips, and various hats. The decorations on their bodies were also colorful. Some had poisonous snakes hanging around their necks, some had centipedes crawling on their ears, and some had spiders hanging on their shoulders...

Through the miasma, I was not hindered at all.

At the forefront of the horse team were four middle-aged men dressed in Central Plains. Along the way, they were so hot, their lips were dry, their eyes were dark red and bloodshot, and they kept slapping their palms.

"Damn it, the sun is hot as it sounds hot. It's really dry all the way."

"Quick Knife" Qi Laoliu spoke.

"Isn't it? This southern Xinjiang is really not a place where people live. If we hadn't offended so many forces, we wouldn't have escaped into southern Xinjiang and suffered this absurd crime."

Beside him, Zhou Bucheng wiped the sweat stains on his forehead and said.

"You two, it's better to complain less. If you hear it, you will have good fruits to eat."

A man next to him whispered a warning.

"What are you afraid of? We don't understand what they say, and they don't want to understand what we say."

Qi Laoliu sneered.

"Not necessarily, the young priests have learned a lot of official language recently, so be careful."

The man next to him whispered.

Qi Laoliu's heart was calm and he looked back, his heart pounding, and he didn't dare to continue to say more.

After walking for a while, the sun became even more poisonous.

Everyone's lips were dryer, and the water source they carried with them had already been used up, and even the horses were exhausted.

Qi Laoliu suddenly turned his horse's head and came to the high rattan chair that was raised in the middle of the team. He smiled in a strange Nanjiang language and said: "Young sacrificial sacrifice, along the way, the brothers are tired and thirsty. There is a tea shed in front of him. Why not let's go there and rest."

"Can!"

The young priest used crappy Central Plains Mandarin to speak hoarsely.

Qi Laoliu's face froze.

Did you really learn how to speak Mandarin?

His grandma's.

He smiled embarrassedly, turned his horse's head again, and walked towards the front of the team.

This place is only 80 miles away from Daqian Hei Xuancheng. The tea shed in front is where Daqian people are, which is just convenient to settle down.

A group of people were in a vast and soon arrived at the tea shed and turned over and dismounted.

"Waiter, have tea!"

Old Qi strode over and shouted.

"Here you come."

With a shout, Situ Qing, dressed in a servant, walked over with a big teapot with a smile on his face.

"Strange, where is Wu Dascar? Why did the teahouse change the guy?"

Qi Laoliu frowned.

"This old man, not only has the guy changed, but also our shopkeeper. Wu Dasca has something to do at home and sells the teahouse to our shopkeeper."

Situ Qing smiled.

"Yeah?"

Qi Laoliu looked into the hall suspiciously.

I saw a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion behind the counter, smiling, recording the account book.

Qi Laoliu just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, walked into the hall, took a seat first, wiped the bench carefully, and greeted the young priests with a flattering smile on his face.

Others also entered the teahouse.

However, they were too many people, and it was difficult to sit in the teahouse.

Qi Laoliu frowned, looked left and right, came to a man in black robe in the corner, slapped his palm on the table, and said coldly: "Friend, we have a few priests to ask for this position, do you have no objection?"

He looked unkind.

Chen Xuan smiled, looked up at him, and said hoarsely: "No objection, of course no objection."

He stood up gently and left the place.

Jiang Yelan, the "Doctor of the Poisonous Heart" opposite him, also smiled and stood up and left.

Qi Laoliu's face changed, and he almost suspected that he had read it wrong.

That's...

Han Yutian?

How is this possible?

He stepped back, shocked and suspicious.

I thought this old devil would start a massacre and cause trouble for me, but I didn’t expect that this old devil actually got up and left?

Also, the person next to him is Jiang Yelan, the doctor who is poisonous?

How come these two demons are here?

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Chapter completed!