Hearing this sentence, the black-clothed leader suddenly sank. Since he was in Tang Yin's hands, it means that all the brothers he brought were finished.

He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Where are you going to take me?"

The voice rang again: "It's not where the master and I want to take you, but where you want to take us."

The leader in black was silent. Could it be that Tang Yin really wanted to meet Bat Master with him? After a while, he said in a low voice: "Do you really dare to meet Bat Master?"

"Haha." At this time, Tang Yin, who had not spoken, laughed: "There is no place in this world that I dare not go."

It didn't seem like he was joking when he heard his tone. If he was really joking, he wouldn't have saved his life. When he thought of this, the black-clothed leader who was in a state of grief and anger just now couldn't help but feel happy. Although this mission lost more than a dozen elite young masters, he had at least barely completed the mission.

He changed his bad face just now and praised him: "It's not bad, Mr. Tang is indeed a hero of his generation. I, Zhang Mouren, admired him."

"Mr. Zhang? Your surname is Zhang, what is your full name?" Feng Taishan asked curiously.

Zhang Mouren laughed dryly: My full name is Zhang Mouren. Zhang, the bow chief Zhang, plan, plan, benevolent, benevolent and righteous people."

After hearing Zhang Mouren's explanation, Feng Taishan couldn't help laughing: "Your parents were kicked by a donkey in the brain, so they actually gave this name." Zhang Mouren opened his mouth and finally swallowed what he wanted to say.

Tang Yin asked: "Where should we go to find Bat Master?"

Zhang Mouren: "First go to Baima Village in Hainan Province, and then go to sea from Baima Village, where someone will be able to pick you up."

Feng Taishan: "Young Master Bat is on the sea?"

Zhang Mouren corrected: "On the island, it is our base camp, we call it Bat Island."

Feng Taishan: "It sounds like a ghost island."

Zhang Mouren: "No, there is heaven. I can't tell you clearly now, you will know after you arrive."

Feng Taishan: "Where is the Baima Village?"

Zhang Mouren: "That's a ghost place."

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The wind is howling.

The wind blows from the south, and the roars are like a ghost whip, which makes the hearts of the returnees cold and dissipates the souls of passers-by.

Fortunately, there are no people here and no passers-by.

There is nothing here.

There are no cars and pedestrians on the streets, no business dealings in the shops, and there are not even street lights on the main roads of the town.

There was a dead silence.

I don’t know when the wind suddenly stopped. On the deadly street, it was really like I came to a ghost place.

Baimazhai was also a very prosperous town in the past, and it was also a well-known fish-cargo distribution center within a radius of 100 miles. Decades ago, the government opened a special place in a place 30 kilometers away to build a new Baimazhai, and even the distribution center was moved to. Although it is difficult to lead the hometown, the fishermen in the town had to point to the distribution center to sell fish to survive. Moreover, that place is indeed more convenient than the old Baimazhai and more convenient to go to sea.

Over the past few decades, some people have moved out of this town one after another, and only a few families are left.

The wind blew again, and the evening clouds drooped. The sky and the earth were dim, as light as ink.

Suddenly, a sound rang from a distance, the sound of footsteps. It was gentle and slowly, as if the evil ghost was talking in silence, which made people feel furious when they heard it.

It is not difficult to hear from the sound of footsteps that although its owner is not very leisurely, he is very cautious.

Of course, those who come are definitely not returnees or passers-by.

The heart of returning home is like an arrow, and I wish I could return to the warmth of my parents, wife and children as soon as possible. Passers-by are anxious to rush, how could they be so calm?

This kind of sound can only be heard in the spring and autumn days and among the famous mountains and rivers.

Who is the person who came? Why did he come?

The people who came were Tang Yin, Zhang Mouren, and Feng Taishan! They came for Bat Island and Bat Prince.

At the end of the alley, there is a door, a narrow door. Zhang Mouren knocked on the narrow door with his hand, knocked and stopped! Then knocked three times, two fast and one slow, stop! Then, try to stuff these five knocks into a very strange and interesting sense of rhythm.

So the narrow door opened.

A narrow door, a narrow person. The person who opened the door couldn't see his face at first sight, and looked a little mysterious. The second time, the person who opened the door raised his face.

When he looked at it, he saw that the man was an old lady with hair and frosty hair around his face. The old lady was carrying a lantern, as if she was about the same as the ghost girl in the ghost film. A terrifying aura appeared all over her body.

Tang Yin didn't respond much after seeing it, but his apprentice Feng Taishan almost screamed when he saw it.

"Ahem, who are you looking for?" the old lady said in a low voice, but her voice was a human voice, which means she is not a dead person.

Zhang Mouren also coughed three times as she was like: "Second Aunt, hello, let's find a boat to Bat Island."

A wicked smile suddenly appeared on the old lady's dead face: "The boat sets out in three days, come in." After that, she walked back into the house with the broken lantern. Zhang Mouren politely led her hands: "Mr. Tang, please, there is a clean room inside."

Feng Taishan put his mouth to Tang Yin's ear and lowered his voice: "Master, I think this old woman is very strange. Will she be cheating?"

Tang Yin chuckled and raised his leg and went inside.

His actions are the best answer.

Feng Taishan knew his master's temper and was not angry. He grabbed his hair and raised his feet into it.

In the narrow door is a deserted garden with no paths and flowers and trees. An old lady with white head as white as frost and a bow, a lantern that she had used for no reason.

The big house, high eaves, long corridors, lonely lamps, old women, ancient houses, cold nights, and the sound of the wind in the distance is like an abandoned woman crying at night. Everything seems so weird.

Rust!

The old woman's floral cloth shoes rubbed the old floor, as if the evil ghosts were always stroking your back, making the hairs all over her body stand tall. Feng Taishan was a young man in his twenties after all, and was very uncomfortable with this kind of house and environment, and was simply disgusted. However, his **-Tang Yin seemed to enjoy this weirdness-he was always an unpredictable person.

The old woman took three people upstairs and came to a room and pushed open the door.

This room is very old and looks at least fifty or sixty years old. Although it has been cleaned up, the quilts and mattresses on both beds are new, and the floor is washed white, not to mention any spider webs and rat shit, Feng Taishan, as a rich second-generation young man, couldn't help but frown.

By the way, there is no electric light in this room, only a dim kerosene lamp.

The old woman pointed to the two beds and said to Tang Yin and Feng Taishan: "You will live here in the past three days. I will send someone to deliver food and drink. Don't blame the old woman for not reminding you that this is not a casual place, so don't wander around."

While speaking, Tang Yin took off his scimitar from his body and threw it into the bed. He didn't even take off his shoes, so he jumped onto the bed and covered it with a quilt.

The old woman and Zhang Mouren looked at each other and said goodbye to Tang Yin and Feng Taishan.

After they closed the door and left, Feng Taishan ran to Tang Yin carefully and said to Tang Yin in a slight voice: "Master, do you want me to follow them?"

Tang Yin didn't even open his eyes, and only spit out two words: "Sleep."

Feng Taishan was stunned for a moment, and he was bored. After saying oh, he turned around and climbed onto another bed. He was different from Tang Yin. If he couldn't take off his shoes, socks, and jacket while sleeping, he would be very uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because he was so tired after rushing on the road. Feng Taishan fell asleep in such a strange, strange and murderous environment.

While sleeping in a daze, he suddenly heard a noisy sound. After practicing with Tang Yin for so long, his six senses were trained very well, and his body bounced up reflexively. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Tang Yin holding a scimitar and listening carefully by the door.

Feng Taishan quickly put on his shoes and socks, walked behind Tang Yin with a very light step. Only the two of them could hear the sound of the little one: "Master, what happened outside?"

Tang Yin simply said three words: "There is someone coming."

It was true that there were people coming, not only one person, but three people. No, and if the six men in black behind them were 21 people in total.

These seemed to be three restless people who made a big fuss as soon as they entered the yard. One of them was actually joking with a Beijing movie, yelling about what a broken place this was. Without exception, they were all tied with their hands and were taken in in a mess.

Speaking of the origins of these three people, they are also famous in both black and white.

Fuchakang.zg, 38 years old, served as the instructor of the British killer organization Black Blood in 1999, and carried out hunting missions many times. In the past ten years, he assassinated a total of thirteen influential figures, the president of the United States Merck Group, the general manager of the United Kingdom, and the mayor of Canberra. He is one of the most expensive killers in the UK and one of the red warrants of the international ** organization.

Donglaishun, a zg man, a zg red blood cell special forces instructor, served as the chairman of Huaxia Security Company after retirement. Some of the security guards he trained were better than those of the country's special forces and scouts. Many countries have extended olive branches to him, wanting him to serve as an operation consultant in the army. However, this man has a strange temper and does not give those countries a good face. No matter what conditions he has offered, he will not go. He will neither eat soft nor hard, and is as difficult as the stones in the pit.

(ps: The fourth chapter update time is updated at 2:00 in the morning. Brothers who can wait, wait, brothers who can't wait, go to bed, watch tomorrow. Lao Cao is paying off his debts, and I hope everyone can see my efforts. I don't have the nerve to ask for monthly tickets for a month, please ask for monthly tickets. By the way, there are recommendations)
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