Chapter 217 Xiang Chong leaves
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However, it happened, right under Xiang Chong's eyes.
Xiang Chong felt cold all over his body as he looked at the deathly silent courtyard with corpses strewn everywhere.
He is a guide!
If the court knew about it, this alone would be enough for him to die without a burial place.
However, if this were not the case, I am afraid that he would be like those He Qianhu, falling to the ground silently and dying without closing his eyes.
Xiang Chong returned to Six Gates with despair on his face and his mind in confusion.
Dragging heavy steps, Xiang Chong walked into the six-door Yamen. After just a moment, he felt exhausted.
If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!
Xiang Chong feels that he has done nothing wrong, but if others don't see it that way, this is disloyalty!
Disloyal to the court!
"Sir, how should He Qianhu's body be disposed of? Do we need to wait for Master Yang to come back..."
As soon as Xiang Chong walked through the six doors, a detective walked over cautiously and asked in a low voice.
Xiang Chong's current state made the detective a little uneasy.
Xiang Chong suddenly woke up, a flash of realization flashed in his mind, and he left without answering the policeman's words, leaving the policeman with a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong, sir?" The police officer was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask questions, so he had to seal up He Qianhu's body.
Xiang Chong put his hands behind his back and walked on the bluestone road leading to the inner hall, with a thoughtful expression.
Along the way, many arrests came to greet them, but Xiang Chong turned a deaf ear and ignored them all.
"The imperial court's investigation has revealed that I am dead and have no chance of survival.
The previous scenes happened in public, and it was useless to quibble. "Xiang Chong thought clearly and murmured.
"Ta, ta, ta..."
On the quiet road, the dull sounds of walking entered Xiang Chong's ears.
He was making a decision in his heart, a decision about life and death.
Life and death are all in one thought.
"In this case, it's okay if we don't do anything to catch the heads of these six gates."
Xiang Chong whispered, he was firmer than ever before, and he already had a decision in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, Xiang Chong quickened his pace. Since he had made a decision, he naturally packed up his things without further delay.
Leave the six doors and leave Ningzhou.
Xiang Chong will not sit still and wait for death. Once he takes this step, he will always be wanted by the court.
You will live in displacement all your life. Even so, it is better than waiting for death.
Even if the scene just now changes again, Xiang Chong will still make such a choice.
Not for anything else, just to survive!
In this world of martial arts, it is difficult to live.
Everyone is struggling in this quagmire.
Within a moment, Xiang Chong walked out and looked at the majestic six-door Yamen, stunned.
He has stayed here for decades, but he didn't expect to leave today.
There is always an indescribable emotion stuck in my heart, which is extremely uncomfortable.
Without informing anyone, Xiang Chong turned around again and left alone.
Xiang Chong's sad back gradually disappeared from sight.
It was not until a long time later that Ningzhou Liumen discovered that their head catcher was missing.
For several days, he was nowhere to be seen.
After that, Xiang Chong never appeared in Ningzhou City again.
This incident caused a stir in Ningzhou City, and everyone thought that Mr. Xiang had been secretly killed.
No one ever thought that Mr. Xiang would abscond out of fear of crime.
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Dengzhou!
After Yang Ting and others rested for a while, they set off again.
They don't know about Ningzhou yet.
But Yang Ting was still not slow, but Ji Chuan had another experience.
Dengzhou has a huge territory, and they have been traveling for several days without stopping, but they still did not cross the entire Dengzhou to resist the capital.
You must know that the horses they sit on are all carefully selected by Jin Yiwei. They are good horses that can travel eight hundred times a day.
One day, the sky was dark, and a black cloud pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it.
Yang Ting and others were galloping around Dengzhou, and there was no one who didn't see any obstacles along the way, so it went smoothly.
Ji Chuan drove the horse and looked at the sky with a frown, feeling suddenly heavy.
An ominous feeling lingered in my mind.
Generally, only those who are highly accomplished in martial arts will give such warnings when faced with danger.
Moreover, this ominousness is getting stronger and stronger.
"Master Yang, do you feel anything is wrong?" Ji Chuan hesitated for a moment and asked.
The two of them are now grasshoppers on a rope, and Ji Chuan will definitely not hide this kind of thing.
If he really encounters danger, he still needs Yang Ting to solve it. After all, the strength of the second realm of Yuanshen is there.
Yang Ting turned his head slightly and glanced at Ji Chuan, and said in surprise: "You feel it too?"
In the Yuanshen realm, this feeling of whim is particularly obvious.
But Xiantian realm warriors like Ji Chuan would not feel this way even if danger is about to come.
Therefore, Yang Ting was extremely surprised by Ji Chuan's performance.
However, Yang Ting quickly adjusted his mood. This was obviously not the time to care about such bizarre things.
Immediately, Yang Ting looked solemnly and said: "You and I both feel this way, this matter should be closely related, and someone should be chasing us.
Moreover, he must be stronger than me, otherwise I wouldn't have this dangerous feeling. "
Ji Chuan's face was gloomy and he said: "It's up to you whether you can believe it or not.
To make Master Yang feel in danger, he must be in the Return to Void Realm, maybe from the Pure Yang Sword Sect. "
Unexpectedly, after leaving Ningzhou for such a long time, the Chunyang Sword Sect was chasing after him.
Ji Chuan's mood suddenly became heavy with his unyielding attitude.
If someone from the Return to the Void Realm catches up, there is no doubt that none of them will be able to escape.
Ji Chuan was not willing to be buried with the five major sword sects like this.
Ji Chuan pondered for a while and said, "Mr. Yang, how about we change lanes?"
Ji Chuan still doesn't believe that the Return to the Void Realm has the ability to predict the future.
Yang Ting thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, Ji Baihu's words make sense. We will not follow the official path and return to the capital through the small path.
If we are really unlucky and encounter it, then we will just wish ourselves good luck. "
Ji Chuan's proposal actually doesn't make much sense, but Yang Ting can't think of a way to get the best of both worlds now.
The power of the Return to the Void Realm is unpredictable and far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. If you really want to find their location, no matter how hard you try to escape, you will never be able to escape from the palm of your hand.
Therefore, he would dejectedly say that he is asking for more blessings.
Yang Ting took the lead to leave the official road. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net No one asked after him, and they followed closely.
Jin Yiwei only needs to obey the order. As for the reason, there is no need to know.
However, Yang Ting and others have not gone far yet.
"Boom!"
An unimaginable coercion suddenly descended.
There was a buzzing sound in the void, as if the sky was being torn apart, and there was constant heavy pressure.
At this time, there were few people around.
"Impossible, who is this?" Yang Ting's face turned red, and he was burdened with heavy pressure. It seemed that he could hear his bones whining.
Yang Ting still had a look of disbelief on his face.
"Even if the entire Taoist sect has such strength, we can't tell who the Chunyang Sword Sect sent."
The horse under Yang Ting was already overwhelmed, and his four legs were broken and he knelt on the ground, roaring.