Chapter 113 (1/2)

When Duan Xin got what he wanted, he put the tip of the knife on his throat and said coldly, ”when you see your Allah, don't forget to tell him that Duan Xin is going to kill him.”

”No, I don't want to see the grandson...” before the man finished his words, Duan Xin's knife had been stabbed in. In his reluctance and pain, he gritted his teeth and said, ”Allah, I'm not scolding you.”

Since you can't live by selling Allah, you can only stutter with him now. I hope life will be better after death.

After hastily handling the scene, Duan Xin and others went back by car. On the phone, they told Chi Wanqing about tonight. Chi Wanqing didn't expect Duan Xin to be so efficient. It's a pity to hear that there was no big fish, but it's enough to appease the people that all the murderers were killed. Therefore, they are still very happy to let Duan Xin continue to trace along Habu's line.

At this time, the car suddenly stopped. Duan Xin was about to ask the driver. He found a man standing on the road ahead, a white old man with white hair and beard and holding a white paper fan.

He was also dressed in a long white dress. He didn't look like a modern man. At first glance, he looked like a female ghost.

Looking at the horizon, he looked focused.

In the middle of the night, on the mountain road again, the old man is still wearing this suit. What is he doing?

Wang Wei frowned and gave a look to one of his men.

The young man followed Wang Wei for many years. Of course he understood what he meant, but he was about to get off the bus, but Duan Xin stopped him.

Seeing the old man floating in the wind under his long clothes, his legs were steady and solid, and the whole person was immortal and elegant. Unlike ordinary people, Duan Xin decided to meet him in person.

The old man twisted his beard and looked up quietly. He didn't seem to see several cars because he stopped. Someone came over and didn't move him.

Duan Xin looked at him and his hand.

This is a pair of typical old people's hands. They are thin and long, like dead trees and old vines. They just twist gently, showing their strength.

Duan Xin took a breath and said, ”old man, what are you looking at?”

The old man shook his head slightly and said, ”nothing. I just sighed.”

Duan Xin said, ”why do you sigh?”

The old man said, ”in the southwest sky, the stars are dim, the road is open to the sky, no one cares, sigh, sigh, sigh!”

After three sighs, the old man turned and left without looking at Duan Xin.

Duan Xin scratched his head. He really couldn't understand what the old man was doing. Seeing that he had no hostility and made way, he didn't catch up with him. Looking at his disappearing back, he murmured, ”is it a psycho?”

Wang Wei and others came over and asked, ”brother, what's going on?”

Duan Xin sighed: ”he told me that the stars in the southwest sky were dark, and no one asked about the road to the sky, and then he left!”

”Chaotian road?” Wang Wei blinked and said, ”I heard that there is a road called Chaotian road in the mountain area. It used to be a war. There are several caves nearby. Here, it's nearby.”

Duan Xin said, ”Oh?”

Xiang Bingbing said, ”is he implying something?”

Ah Si's eyes lit up and said, ”can't it indirectly tell us that Habu is hiding in the cave? Does the sleeping trough open the eyes of the gods, and the immortals show the way? ”