The coolness brought by the heavy rain quickly disappeared.

The muddy road was gradually dried. Originally, a deep pit would be left after stepping on it. Now, the footprints have become shallower and shallower. The footprints that were left in the sludge were completely fixedly preserved, so that the trackers could easily find the escapees along the traces.

But now, the Dead Soldier is becoming more and more uncertain.

The people he was waiting for did not show up.

The forces he was worried about did not appear either.

After the body of Mipu was seen, several forces should have come to chase the whereabouts of the account book, and they would never get anything when they turned the whole thing in the rice shop. The only clue at this time was the murderer who killed the shopkeeper and the clerk of Mipu. Who sent them here and how much do they know about the account book?

For the dead soldiers, the matter was very simple. Just hide the account book and kill the people from the Si family rice shop, and then at the right time they bite the poison bag, die in a wilderness or in a certain inn and foot shop, and arrange everything as if the account book was stolen and blame a certain force.

...However, an accident happened and everything was wrong.

The dead soldier stopped and found a big tree with dense branches and leaves, ready to use it as his temporary hiding place.

He did not feel guilty about killing his companion, nor did his companion, because until the last moment, his companion thought it was a help.

In order to keep the secret, they must die. In order to mislead others, they need to die because many people do not believe in living people, but believe in corpses.

And he shamelessly avoided this death, and instead of committing suicide, he escaped.

The country roads are narrow and rugged, with few pedestrians.

After about three hours, the moon slowly climbed up to the East Mountain, and there were only frogs and insects crying around them.

This is not right.

The dead soldier shrank into the canopy and began to wonder how long he would have to squat here.

When the moon passes by Zhongtian, he has to admit a terrible fact that the two mysterious masters may not have chased after them. Or rather, they feel that they are insignificant.

Did the two of them think the account book they got was real? Judging from the expressions of the two of them who were sure to remember the account book, maybe that was the case.

"Hell."

The dead man couldn't help but curse.

The only person who knew the real whereabouts of the account book was himself. He thought he would encounter stalking, chasing, and asking questions, but now there is nothing? The mysterious master who bumped into him and killed people casually released him, and no one was seen from all the forces that should have chased him.

This was like a huge joke. When I took the stage in Liyuan opera singing, I found that there was no one who supported me below, and even the person who played with me was gone.

The dead men were puzzled. Piaoping Pavilion could not leave any account that might have leaked their books. Fengxing Pavilion would not miss this opportunity to master the secrets, and others would not refuse gold. That was Huang Chengcheng's gold!

The dead soldier who was about to grow on the tree was deeply confused.

At this time, a wild shop twenty miles away from the tree.

Mo Li, carrying an inflated bag and a soft and round gerbil, pushed open the half-closed fence door of the wild shop.

Two dogs were raised in the yard, and they jumped up and reminded the owner of the house with their shouts.

The moli paused slightly and subconsciously looked at them.

The dog suddenly sniffed, his screams became smaller, and then slowly approached Mo Li and tentatively circled around his feet.

There was a faint sound in the wild shop, as if someone had been awakened and turned over, and muttered a few dissatisfied words.

Mo Li waited for a while and found that there was no movement inside. He helplessly passed two dogs trying to hold his feet and knocked on the half-open window.

Not long after knocking, an old voice shouted: "Lag guy, get up, there are guests!"

The wooden door creaked, and a guy who looked like a guy held a candlestick in his hand and complained: "Where did the guests come from in the middle of the night? The dogs didn't bark. Eighty time owls or other things flew over to peck at the door and knock on the window..."

The slight light of the candlelight reflected the figure of Mo Li. The guy was so scared that he almost knocked over the candlestick. In a panic, he tripped the door tightly and instinctively wanted to hold the door frame. As a result, the wooden door was disrepaired and he actually broke off a piece with his right hand.

"ah!"

"What are you doing? What's the point of calling me?"

The sound of a crutch knocking on the ground came from the door, and a shriveled old man with wrinkles poked his head out of confusion.

As a result, I saw my dog ​​lying on the edge of a stranger's legs, and my guy was sitting next to me with the dog. At first glance, I thought they were all subdued!

"Who?" The old man responded quickly and picked up the crutch.

Mo Li, who was mistakenly considered a bandit: "..."

He just reached out to support the guy, and when the guy stood firm, he let go. As a result, the guy's legs became weak and he sat on the ground.

"Well, my father-in-law is polite." Mo Li pressed the gerbil in his arms, preventing someone from appearing.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the black carp in the faint light.

At this time, the appearance played a big role. Mo Li's face looked like a robber. If he had changed his clothes, he would have thought he was a son of a prince. However, the countryside could not think of so many people, and only thought Mo Li was a scholar. He went out alone with a book bag and accidentally missed the Sutou.

There were such people in previous years.

The old man quickly put down his crutch, patted his chest and gasped, "Which is this mystery? I scared the old man! I thought it was a strong man from Ershan, the west side, who came to the door!"

"Strong man?"

"Haha, it's nothing. I'll scare the hairless guy." The old man kicked the guy and glared, "Why don't you go and burn the water quickly?"

"Grandma, the door... the door is broken." The guy also saw Mo Li's face, and knew in his heart that he was probably making a joke, and said carefully with his head down.

The door of this wild shop is rotten and looks almost disintegrating. This is why Mo Li only dared to knock on the window just now.

The old man leaned over and took a look, immediately shouted with his friend's ear, "How can you do things so rough? This is older than you, do you know? I'll be harming you. Let's see how your mother dealt with you!"

The guy was crying, and Mo Li thought that the man was also scared by him, and couldn't help but say, "Shopkeeper, your door is really old..."

"Hey, the old ones don't go to the new ones, but when people get old, they have feelings for old objects." The old man waved his hand and led the way tremblingly with a cane.

Given his quickness in copying crutches just now, this is not needed at all.

"Come on, come on, do you want to serve some noodle soup? It's all in the room. I've been traveling for a day. Soak my feet in hot water, then eat a bowl of noodles, and keep them from my forehead to the soles of my feet." The old man muttered and walked to the backyard with the moli. There were only three tiled houses in this kind of wild shop, and the guests who stayed overnight had to sleep in the big bunk bed.

"My father-in-law waited and was going to rush around overnight. He just wanted to buy some dry food, hot water, and some small things for use on the road."

Mo Li didn't want to enter the door, because he was afraid that the killer from Piaoping Pavilion would really catch up, and then brought the trouble to the people who opened wild shops.

"Well, it's midnight that the moon can't shine clearly on the road. How far can it go? It's better to take a break and sleep well and hurry up!"

"Thank you for your father-in-law, it's really urgent and cannot be delayed."

The old man shouted to the guy to go to the kitchen to get some bread, which was the fried one, which was easy to store on hot days.

“…fire folds, bamboo tubes, linoleum cloth, and needles and thread.”

Bamboo tubes are used for water collection, and linoleum cloth is rainproof and waterproof. These are commonly used items when you go out and are easily lost or consumed.

The old man turned around and went to pick it up.

"Sewer and thread, more thread." Mo Li hurriedly added.

This is what he needs most, and nothing else is just a trick.

Otherwise, a young man knocked on the door in the middle of the night just to buy needles and threads, which would be a bit bizarre.

"How much do you want? Is a whole volume enough?" the old man asked in the inner room.

Needle and thread are not cloth, and they are sold without being broken, but the erotic shops often sell the remaining needle and thread they use for their homes, so there is not much.

"If you take two volumes, you're afraid of losing them, so you won't take up any space anyway." Mo Li couldn't help but use the nearby dialect.

The old man came out with a smile, gave Mo Li one by one, and said casually: "Where did you get from the young man? Is it from this area?"

Mo Li knew that his accent was not correct, and he could understand these dialects, but he still lacked the heat. After all, it was not necessary before.

He did not answer and instead asked about the surrounding roads.

There are often people who don’t want to mention their own affairs when they go out, and the old man didn’t care, so he talked about where they lead to the southeast, west and north.

"Young man, are you lost?"

"This is not the case. I just want to take a shortcut, but I am afraid of entering the deserted mountains and rivers that are rarely visited." Mo Li replied.

On the contrary, he just wanted to find a place where no one was leaving.

"Don't go southwest." The old man used the oil lamp to set up his abacus and reported the number of goods to Mo Li.

This price is naturally more expensive than buying it directly from the peddler. Mo Li wanted to leave as soon as possible, but she didn't plan to bargain, so she directly reached out to pay.

The fat mouse in his arms patted the doctor's chest with his paws. It felt that the price was high, and the old man took the opportunity to make too much money!

At this time, the guy came over with a bag of greasy paper packed with dough cakes, and Mo Li hurriedly held down the gerbil.

The old man's eyes were not very good, and the young guy was different. If he saw his chest clothes bulging constantly, he would be troublesome to scream.

Mo Li took the things away, but the dry food was not stuffed into the luggage, and there were new cloths that were cut and not sewn! Even if they were all folded, they took up space and the luggage was bulging around.

"I really don't stay for one more night?" The old man persuaded him while calling the guy to take the lights to see him off.

The gerbil thought angrily, the price of this broken house is high, so his doctor can't stay there!

"It's not me that my house is clean and tidy. It's a coincidence that there are no guests tonight, except you... Cough, only one person, the house is very spacious and there is no odor, so I'm satisfied with the storage."

Mo Li couldn't resist such a passionate businessman, so he quickly said goodbye and left.

The two dogs in the yard were reluctant to leave and almost ran away with Mo Li.

"Take it, hold on to the rope!" The old man knocked on the crutch and looked at Mo Li's back, puzzled.
To be continued...