On this day, Deng Baichuan, Gongyegan, Baodian, and the four evil people got the news and rushed to Shaolin Temple.

They passed through a large dark forest, and Feng Boye suddenly shouted.

"There is bloody." He pulled out his single sword and rushed over with his breath, thinking to himself: "Where there is bloody smell, there will be a fight."

The more you ran, the more bloody the smell became. Suddenly, there were more than a dozen corpses lying in front of you. The weapons were scattered and the blood was not dry. These people seemed to have not been dead for too long, but a big fight was always over.

The storm is a bad omen.

"Oh no, I'm one step late."

Deng Baichuan and others rushed to the scene and saw the bodies in ragged clothes and carrying cloth bags on their backs. They were all from the Beggars' Sect.

Gongye Main Road.

"Some are four bags of disciples, some are five bags of disciples, some are poisoned?"

Deng Baichuan Road.

"Let's bury the body."

Gongye Main Road.

“That’s right.”

Pick up an iron stick underground and dig the soil.

Suddenly there was a groan in the pile of corpses, and he grabbed Deng Baichuan's left hand.

The storm flew over and shouted.

"Brother, are you still dead?"

A man slowly sat up in the pile of corpses and said.

"I haven't died yet, but... that's about the same... it's almost the same."

This man was an old beggar in his fifties. His hair was gray, his face and chest were covered with blood, and his expression was very terrifying. Feng Boye hurriedly took out a piece of wounded medicine from his hand and fed it to his mouth.

The old beggar swallowed the medicine and said.

"No... it's useless. I was hit twice in the stomach, and I couldn't live... it's not possible."

Storm and evil paths.

"Who harmed you?"

The old beggar shook his head and said.

"I'm ashamed to say that we didn't even see the murderer's face clearly..."

The storm was so bad that it was different, and so on.

The old beggar said.

"This matter... cannot be concealed. I don't know if you have a great name... Thank you for your rescue. Oh, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive. Just now... I heard a few people say that we want to bury our bodies. The hero is in his heart, and the old man is extremely grateful..."

Pack different paths.

"Yeye, yeye. You are not dead yet, not considered dead bodies. We will not bury you, so there is no need to be grateful."

The old beggar said.

"I...I can't do it anymore. I'm asking you to hand over a list of...Article Qiao's words. It's very important. I beg my benefactor to come to the world and help him... I'm grateful to you in the underworld."

Deng Baichuan nodded and said.

"Don't worry, brother, we must try our best to do this, but I wonder where the leader of the Guigang Qiao is at this moment?"

The old beggar looked at the distance in a daze, shook his head slowly and said.

"I...I don't know either."

Deng Baichuan Road.

"That's okay. We just need to spread this information widely in the world, and it will naturally be passed into the Beggars' Gang's ears."

The old beggar nodded repeatedly and said.

"That's true, thank you!"

The more you speak, the lower the sound, the lower it seems that you will die.

Deng Baichuan Road.

"Brother, when you look at your wound, let's find a way to heal your wound."

The old beggar said.

"I've worn my stomach and my intestines are flowing out... Thank you, but..."

As he said that, he reached out to his arms to touch something, but he was unable to do so, and said.

"Teacher...work hard..."

Gong Yegan guessed his intention and asked, "Does the Lord want to get the quotation?"

The old beggar nodded.
Chapter completed!