God catches no trace

Chapter 1
A setting sun, a river, and boats floating on the water.

Standing at the bow of the boat was a young man, about thirty years old, dressed in green clothes, with his hands behind his back, and a face full of determination.

With the shaking sound of the elderly boatman behind, the boat moved forward slowly.

The surrounding scenery is extremely beautiful, with grass and green trees, Manchuria is luxuriant, and it is sunny and sunny.

The young people seemed to be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery here, and sighed softly: "A ray of sunset is intoxicating, and the green scenery on both sides of the strait is red."

"Young master, you are so elegant!" Although the boatman is old, his voice is very loud.

The young man smiled slightly and said: "There is nothing more relaxing than this scene."

"Is it the first time, young master, to take a boat?"

"Yes."

"No wonder, young master, don't be surprised, the old man is clumsy."

"The fact is so, why should the boatman blame himself?"

While chatting, seeing that the sky was getting dark, the boat slowly docked at a small pier.

"Young master, stay here for one night today, and move on tomorrow."

"Okay!" With the sound of a word, the young man walked to the road.

A path goes up the pier and leads directly to it, lined with trees on both sides.

Just when the young people just want to take a step, ready to go up.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound and a white light galloped from the big tree above towards him.

The young man didn't seem to care about it, but his hand stretched out like lightning.

This is an arrow, but the arrow is tied with a piece of white cloth. Obviously, the shooter does not want to kill people.

When he opened the white cloth, it was impressively written on it: "Jiangling Lu's family is in danger of being wiped out, please help quickly!"

"The Lu family in Jiangling, isn't it the home of Lu Bufan, the head of the five famous arresters who once shocked the world, who dares to touch him in the Jianghu?"

At the same time, a gust of wind came from behind, strong and powerful, and it seemed that someone had sneaked up.

The young man didn't turn his head back, he turned sideways and dodged.He fixed his eyes, who do you think?boatman.

"It's you?"

"good".The boatman replied: "Sang Wuhen, please forgive me for being rude."

Sang Wuhen was taken aback, this time he went south, on the surface to travel around, but in fact he was appointed by Shang Shuyu of the Ministry of Punishment to review the unsolved case of 20 members of Luo Yuying, a master of hidden weapons in the world, 72 years ago.

Unexpectedly, despite traveling by water, someone still knew whereabouts.It seems that his every move is controlled by others.

As soon as he looked at the old man carefully with cold eyes, he saw the other party waved his hand, which was more powerful than the previous one, and rushed towards his face.

Sang Wuhen jumped into the air, stepped back, and sneered, "Huafeng Palm? It turns out that the Lord of Changes."

"Extremely correct." Seeing that another slap failed, the Variety Demon Lord replied bitterly: "I originally wanted to finish you tomorrow, but someone is obstructing it, so I can't wait."

"Well, I understand, your helper is on the way tomorrow."

"Extremely."

"It's a pity that Bai Bu saved me. Because I can't hire a boat to travel along the river." Sang Wuhen paused for a moment: "I want to save people, but I have to go on dry roads, so I didn't think about it in your whole plan. "

"Worthy of being the number one god in Kyoto, Sang Wuhen, there is no loophole in reasoning."

"I can't figure it out: why did you kill me?"

"Accept people's money and eliminate disasters for others."

"Are you sure you can kill me?"

"No."

"If you can't, why die?"

"If you don't die, it's impossible for us to live." The Variety Demon Lord said slowly, "Anyway, death is worse than Yibo."

"It seems that the master who hired you is very powerful, so big that you can't compete."

"Don't waste your time." The Variety Demon Lord's face darkened, and there was an extra knife in his hand.Pounced on Sang Wuhen again, the knife carried a phantom, flashing white light, and quickly.

Sang Wuhen smiled.

The body did not move, the shadow did not move.

There was only a scream, and a figure retreated in the air, and fell heavily on the ground.

Needless to say, the figure is the ever-changing god, and the reason why he fell to the ground was purely because his own knife was cut into his throat.

It turned out that when he slashed at the opponent with the knife, the opponent's hand pinched the back of the knife like lightning, and then pushed the boat along with the momentum, and the blade cut into the throat abruptly, half a finger deep.

In this way, between one move, the outcome is determined.

Sang Wuhen shook his head, he really didn't want the other party's life, because who was the instigator to extract a confession from?

pity.

With a sigh, he leaned over and tore off the disguised leather suit of the Variety Demon Monarch. He had a face that was definitely not an old man, but someone around his age.

The setting sun is setting and the sky is getting dark.

He had no time to think about it, he raised his breath and disappeared by the river.

By the river, there is a cold wind blowing.

(End of this chapter)