Chapter 61

One day until the Five Mountains Alliance meeting.

Small forest, Wang Hai running in a hurry.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his internal energy had bottomed out, making it difficult to maintain even the most basic cycle. His clothes were soaked with blood, sticking to his body.

Some were the enemy's, but more were his own blood.

He had been running for two days.

Ming Cult Thick Earth Flag Leader Zhou Mingxu's light-body technique is the Ming Cult's unique skill "Flying Catkin Light Smoke Skill," light as flying catkins, fluttering like light mist. It is not something Wang Hai can compare to. And he is worthy of being the Ming Cult's spy chief; he has no dignity as an expert, and there is nothing on him that isn't poisoned.

Wang Hai was caught up by him several times, and the wounds and poison on his body were getting more and more.

Last night, he found an opportunity to trick Zhou Mingxu, and both sides were seriously injured.

Zhou Mingxu retreated, and Wang Hai took the opportunity to use internal energy to dissolve the poison in his body.

Fortunately, Wang Hai's internal energy foundation was laid by Li Miao. Although it was not deep, it was extremely pure. It took him a whole night to completely dissolve the poison.

But the damage to the body's meridians during this period was hard to recover. It can be said that at this moment, he was so weak that any third-rate expert could take his life.

When Wang Hai set off to run for his life again, he found that he had fallen into an encirclement.

Zhou Mingxu didn't give up. After realizing that Wang Hai was a treacherous hard bone, he didn't take action personally. Instead, he hung far behind Wang Hai and didn't come up anymore.

When Wang Hai couldn't move and had to stop to adjust his breath, he let the Ming Cult disciples go to consume him, consuming Wang Hai's internal energy bit by bit.

Judging from the attitude of Zhou Mingxu watching Wang Hai torture his subordinates that night and using his subordinates' lives to bet, he didn't put the lives of Ming Cult disciples in his eyes.

So Wang Hai didn't have the idea of holding hostages, and could only kill one if one came.

At this moment, he was caught up again.

Wang Hai walked forward a few steps, suddenly coughed, his figure scattered, and his hand supported the tree trunk beside him, so he didn't fall.

It looked like he couldn't support himself due to his injuries and was on the verge of death.

In an instant, a person flashed out from behind that tree, and a long saber slashed at Wang Hai's head!

Pfft.

Clatter—

The long saber in that person's hand lost its strength, softly cutting on Wang Hai's forehead, leaving a wound an inch long.

Wang Hai pulled his hand out of that person's chest, shook off the broken meat on his hand, wiped the blood from the forehead wound flowing into his eyes, picked up the long saber, and ran forward with all his might.

The village he came to investigate couldn't be considered a hiding place for a Ming Cult spy at all.

In this town, there was a Ming Cult branch altar.

Now in the mountains and forests, no matter how he ran, he couldn't escape the encirclement of the Ming Cult disciples.

His only hope was the official road.

Wang Hai didn't have the idea of bringing disaster to others; he thought that the Ming Cult was ultimately a thorn in the side of the imperial court, and they had to have some scruples.

If Wang Hai stopped when he saw people, Zhou Mingxu would naturally kill him and the others together. But he ran along the official road, with passersby coming and going, and many people, so the Ming Cult should at least choose a section of the road where no one was around to take action.

This should at least delay some time.

Wang Hai clearly understood the role of the Love Gu and understood Li Xiaosi, knowing what she would do.

The relationship between the two was not a young person's impulsive act, but established on the understanding of each other. Wang Hai knew that no matter how worried Li Xiaosi was, she wouldn't lose her mind because of it.

Wang Hai believed that Li Xiaosi would make the right choice.

As long as he dragged it out until Li Miao arrived, he could survive.

Ahead was the official road.

Faint human voices came.

Wang Hai barely took a breath and rushed out of the jungle, stepping onto the solid official road.

He saw Zhao Ying.

"It's you!"

Zhao Ying was originally walking with her head down. Hearing footsteps from the jungle beside her, she was afraid it was a robber, so she had long pressed her hand on the sword hilt to be on guard.

Seeing Wang Hai covered in blood, rushing out of the forest, she looked closely and immediately recognized him.

Zhao Ying was taking a few trusted aides to leave the Huwei Escort Agency and wanted to go to Beizhili to rely on relatives.

The matter on the Taishan Sect was making a lot of noise, and Liu Baiyun executed Li Miao's plan very well. Now all the Jianghu people in the Jinan Prefecture area knew the news that the Embroidered Uniform Guard was going to take action against the Taishan Sect.

And Zhao Ying had originally placed her hope for revenge on Zuo Lishan, so she naturally inquired about the news carefully.

After inquiring, she learned that the Huashan Sect had already colluded with the imperial court.

Zhao Ying originally wanted to go to the Taishan Sect to ask Zuo Lishan clearly. But at the foot of the mountain, she hesitated.

Now she had no brothers or sisters, and her widowed mother had to rely on her for a living. This trip was ominous, and she couldn't take the risk.

So she returned to the Huwei Escort Agency, thinking that since the Taishan Sect couldn't be relied on, she would find another way.

But when she went back, she found that the Huwei Escort Agency was already different.

Zhao Ying's own Wu Gong was mostly abolished, making it hard to convince the crowd. Compared to the Taishan Sect, compared to Zuo Lishan, she was still too young.

When this deal was negotiated, regardless of whether Zuo Lishan fulfilled the contract, the Huwei Escort Agency had nothing to do with the Zhao family anymore.

Fortunately, the Taishan Sect's executive still cared about the Jianghu reputation and gave Zhao Ying a sum of money.

Zhao Ying was heartbroken at this time, knowing that with her Wu Gong, she couldn't keep this money, so she took a few trusted aides and went to Beizhili to rely on relatives first. After settling down, she would come back to pick up her mother.

But she didn't expect to run into Wang Hai, who was running for his life, here.

Zhao Ying drew her sword: "Where is Mei Qinghe!?"

Wang Hai glanced at her, didn't pay attention, and only left one sentence: "Run quickly." Then he ran forward without looking back.

Zhao Ying had seen Wang Hai's Wu Gong that day and knew her sword technique was abolished, so she couldn't stop him, so she watched Wang Hai leave.

Just as she was secretly grieving, several Ming Cult disciples "swished" out of the jungle.

Zhou Mingxu followed closely and walked out, glancing at Zhao Ying and the others.

"Continue the pursuit."

Having said that, he casually threw a handful of fine needles at Zhao Ying and the others.

It was really just a casual act, not even counting as a plan, just like grabbing a handful of leaves. Anyway, they were Jianghu people with swords and sabers, killing them was just killing them.

But it shot Zhao Ying and the others to the ground, twitching constantly.

Then the Ming Cult crowd continued to pursue in the direction Wang Hai fled.

After a while, the people on the ground foamed at the mouth, their hands and feet slowly stopped moving, and they lost their breath.

Only Zhao Ying, although her sword technique was abolished, still had her internal energy realm, and barely recovered.

She looked at the corpses on the ground and struggled to crawl over, testing their breathing.

After testing the breathing and pulse of several trusted aides, she shed tears.

After a while, Zhao Ying barely supported herself with her sword and climbed up.

She dragged the corpses of several trusted aides to the forest by the side of the road, cut some branches to cover them, and Zhao Ying turned and left staggeringly.

"Father... what you taught me, is all wrong... all wrong..."

"What justice, what morality... are all dog shit..."

"This Jianghu, in the end, is the law of the jungle."