"But being able to use this kind of projection illusion, the deity of the man in black crying at night should be a high-level cultivator."

At this time, another picture of the original model lake became clear in Shen Lang's mind.

He touched his chin thoughtfully, followed the scene in his "memory", walked to the bedroom by a familiar route, pushed open the wardrobe, and lightly pressed somewhere on the wall.

Katcha!

He pressed on the wall, but the sound came from the threshold.

Not surprisingly, Shen Lang turned his head and looked at the threshold of the bedroom, and saw a hidden grid popping up on the threshold. Inside was a bronze ghost-face mask, with a piece of black silk underneath the mask.

He went over to take out the mask and shook out the black cloth, only to find a black cloak without any markings.

Shen Lang put on his mask, draped his cloak over his body, reset the secret grid, left the room, used Qing Kung Fu and walked out of the backyard, quickly blending into the night.

An hour later, midnight is approaching.

Outside Wanzipo Station, in a small forest.

Shen Lang stopped silently and slowly walked into the forest. He immediately saw two men in black wearing the same bronze ghost masks and black cloaks.

Of the two men in black, one was sitting on a dead tree stump with his chin in his hands, and the other was leaning against a big tree with his arms around his chest.

Seeing these two men in black, Shen Lang immediately "recalled" their codenames, one was called "Zombie" and the other was called "Wooden". As for Shen Sanlang...

"Fat man, you're late."

The man in black, codenamed "Wooden", leaning against the big tree, said in a hoarse voice whose voice was difficult to distinguish:

Shen Lang also said in a low voice with the rich voice that Shen Sanlang always pretended:

"It's not too late, the time is just right."

The man in black, codenamed "Zombie", who was sitting on the dead tree stump, stood up:

"Now that everyone is here, let's start immediately to avoid a long night. Fatty, it's your turn to take the lead this time."

Shen Lang nodded and took the lead, heading towards the inn.

Zombies and wood followed him on the left and right, keeping a distance of three feet from him.

While traveling, Shen Lang "recalled" several scenes.

It was also night, and it was also the woods. Three men in black, including Shen Sanlang, were rushing through the forest, chasing a woman in front of them who was wearing fiery red clothes, with a slender waist, long legs, and long hair.

The leader this time was a man in black named "Zombie".

His Qinggong was very weird. Every time he landed on the soles of his two feet at the same time, and when he jumped, he also took off with both feet at the same time. His knees never bent. He looked really like a zombie.

Although his movements were weird and his posture was awkward, the "zombie" flew extremely fast. In just a few leaps, he was only three feet away from the woman in red shirt who was running ahead.

Suddenly, the woman in the red shirt suddenly turned around, jumped up, raised her long legs high above her head, let out a sharp roar, and slammed one of her legs towards the "zombie"'s head like she was swinging an axe.

"Zombie" snorted coldly, blocked with his arms, and with a loud bang, the heel of the woman in red shirt slammed into "Zombie"'s arm, causing him to sink suddenly, and his legs were half a foot into the soil.

More than enough.

Before the woman in red shirt landed, she leaned up in the air and whipped out her other long leg, hitting the "zombie" in the face.

"Zombie" smiled, flicked his arm, and hit her long legs head-on.

There was another loud noise, and the "zombie" grunted, and his elbow joint made a snapping sound, and was dislocated. The woman in red shirt was also thrown backwards, and hit a big tree hard, knocking the

The big tree hit the tree, causing sawdust to fly, and it broke into two pieces at the waist.

At this time, Shen Sanlang, who was rushing from behind, had jumped up. His fat body was like a big cat pouncing on food. He flew several feet in the air, pushed with both palms, and hit the woman in red shirt hard.

When the palms came out, the skin of his palms became as red as cinnabar, and the fat palms swelled into pieces, becoming like small red millstones with thick thickness on both sides.

It is the evil martial arts "Red Devil Hand" practiced by Shen Sanlang.

The red-shirted woman who had just landed couldn't dodge, but she didn't seem to want to dodge. Her red lips were pursed tightly, her sword eyebrows were raised, she raised her slender white palms, and pushed hard against the pair of red and thick fat hands.

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When the palm came out, her palm turned red, as if there was a layer of red flame attached to it.

Boom!

With a thunderous explosion, the four palms collided violently, and a red wave of air visible to the naked eye erupted from the intersection of the four palms, rushing out in all directions, knocking down and breaking all the trees, big and small, within two feet around the two of them.

The broken parts of some trees showed scorch marks caused by flames; the broken stubble of other trees seemed to be corroded by poison, with green smoke sizzling and yellow sap dripping out.

The woman in the red shirt's upper body was shaken violently, her mouth was bleeding, and her feet sank to her ankles, but she did not take a step back. Shen Sanlang laughed wildly, and was about to activate the poisonous Qi of the "Red Devil Hand" again, when the woman in the red shirt suddenly raised her head.

A headbutt hit Shen Sanlang hard on the forehead.

Shen Sanlang's wild laughter stopped suddenly, his bronze mask was dented by the impact, and he flew backwards with a groan.

The red-shirted woman's forehead was also bloody from the collision, but her eyes were still sharp. She even opened the corners of her mouth to reveal her blood-stained white teeth, and smiled a wild and evil smile.

The tattered sleeves were pulled off, revealing a pair of arms that looked slender and white but had clear lines.

Then she stretched out her slender palm, hooked her fingers at the three men in black, and said contemptuously:

"You three come together!"

The memory screen ends here.

This was the last "hunt" conducted by Shen Sanlang and others.

The woman in red shirt who was being hunted was obviously Mu Qingxue, who had rescued the knight-errant, diverted the pursuers, and cut off her body.

To be honest, when he first saw the woman in red shirt, Shen Lang didn't really connect her with Mu Qingxue.

The woman in the red shirt has skin as white as snow and as delicate as jade.

But her facial features are more hard-edged than the sweet Mu Qingxue. Her eyebrows are like two flying swords, flying diagonally into her temples. Her eyes are extremely sharp, with a bit of weird madness.

If he had not known what Mu Qingxue was doing, Shen Lang would not have been able to believe that the fiery, fierce and evil woman in the red shirt and the sweet and cold Mu Qingxue were actually the same person.

"But after I was sure that she was Mu Qingxue, I thought carefully about it. Apart from their very different temperaments, their facial features do have some similarities... It feels like Mu Qingxue's original appearance has been sharpened. This kind of

Disguise...well, if I didn't know her identity in advance, I really wouldn't be able to recognize her."

"Reminiscing" along the way, while thinking, the three of them had arrived outside the inn wall.

Shen Lang, who was in the lead, jumped up and was about to cross the wall directly when suddenly his heart moved and he tipped his toes to the top of the wall, raising his figure by more than a foot.

At the same time, a cold light flashed before his eyes, and a sword light, like lightning on a rainy night, pierced his clothes and hit his chest with a pop.

If he hadn't temporarily tapped his foot on the wall and pulled himself upward, the sword would have hit his throat.

Shen Lang was hit by a sword in the chest, screamed in agony, and his fat body immediately fell backwards.

The zombie who was following him three feet away made Mu Mu startled slightly, but did not retreat. Instead, he accelerated and swept forward.
Chapter completed!