Qin Lu put his hand into and took out the blood bag.
The blood bag was broken. However, Although he was ready in advance, Cao Langâs hand contained true spirit!
If not for his perseverance, he would be dead.
âI want to see who will the last one to be standing!â
Qin Lu climbed over with great pain; he went to the side of the small tree. He grabbed the bag of Qiankun, took out a healing pill, and swallowed it.
This time, Cao Lang really pissed him off.
When he picked up his bag, he leaned against a trunk and sat on the floor, meditating. Just now, Mr. Cao spoke to himself, and it was clear that there were other treasures hidden in the Black Devil Village.
and⊠Cao Lang has already gone there. This treasure, heâll get it anyway! But Cao Lang is a star martial artist, and his strength and speed is far more than Qin Lu. If he goes now, heâll never catch him up.
Moreover, he was seriously injured, and even if he caught him up, he couldnât be Caoâs opponent.
So⊠Instead of wasting his energy, he decided he should wait for him. After two hours of rest, Qin Luâs injuries have mostly recovered quite a bit.
âItâs only happening now.â
His mouth lifted slightly, he raised his body and swept his eyes and headed toward the town.
In a moment.
He stopped on a small intestine path with trees on both sides. On the paths, there were lots of dead leaves. This was the only way to get into the town!
âItâs so late. No one should pass!â
Qin Lu mumbled himself. Then he took out the âSnow Daggerâ from the bag and buried himself in the pit. He wanted to lay a deadly trap here!
Although his power was enough to blow a deep hole, it was beyond his control and would causes widespread damage.
It was easy to detect.
Half an hour later, Qin Lu finally dug a two-meter-deep pit with two meters wide in diameter.
Go ahead.
He climbed to the ground again and transferred all the excavated soil to the woods next to it.
And from the woods, he found a lot of dead branches and rotten leaves, covering the pits & his tracks.
Then, he hid in the pit, finished the last cover, waited, and healed his wounds. âIf it is daytime, as long as you are cautious and careful enough, you can still find some clues.
But it was late at night. There were trees on both sides, and their thick leaves were blocking the moonlight.You wonât be able to know until its too lateâ Qin Lu mumbled.
Time flies.
Suddenly!
The sound of someone running spread into Qin Luâs ear.
âSo fast?â
Qin Lu was so excited that he pulled out the âSnow Daggerâ and held his breath. The footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Click!
Ah!
The dead branches and leaves above the pit collapsed suddenly.
With a scream, a black shadow fell.
Qin Lu immediately lifted the âSnow Dagger,â and firmly plunged it into the black shadow!
âAhâŠâŠâ
A loud cry erupted.
âNo!â
âThis is not Cao Langâs voice!â
âBut the sound is so familiarâŠâŠâ
Qin Lu realized that he might have killed the wrong man.
He took out the flame holder, blew it, looked carefully, and he was quick to see. This man was not Cao Lang.
But he was a very familiar person! He was Bao Chuan, Ma Hongmeiâs disciple. Unfortunately, he killed Bao Chuan?
Qin Lu smashed his head, and he still couldnât accept the fact. That dagger just happened to be inserted into Baochuanâs heart.
So he was dead.
It was a terrible death.
He ran out in the middle of the night to actually had been ordered by Ma Hongmei to investigate whether Qin Lu had actually been killed by Cao Lang.
But unexpectedly, he had just left the town and died under Qin Luâs dagger.
âYouâre unlucky.â
Qin Lu grinned and climbed onto the ground to find some dead branches and rotten leaves, which was the best way for concilment, then hidden in the pit of earth and searched Bao Chuanâs body.
As a disciple of Ma Hongmei, Bao Chuan must have a lot of medicines on his body.