Chapter 116 A Lonely Night

Wang Wujian kept shuttling through the hillsides. Maybe the thorns had scratched his trousers, or maybe the blood had dyed his boots red, but he was no longer aware of it. Staying away from the camp and the tragic appearance was the only thing he wanted in his mind.

Although it is the warm spring season on the earth, the spring breeze at night still makes his hands numb, and the night wind blows his cold face like a needle.

I don't know how long it took for Wang Wujian to sit on the top of a hill and look back at the distant scenery.

The ignition light cloth grew in a long row and slowly moved this way. Wang Wujian believed Wen Feng's words: There are really eleven classes of students participating in their pursuit.

Wang Wujian fell helplessly on the cold ground and looked up at the evacuated starry sky. Although he was tired and sweaty, he felt that his limbs and even inside and outside the body were extremely cold, as if all the nerves had been paralyzed and even the blood had been frozen.

He recalled: A few days ago, he was still a great hero praised by everyone, and he was very powerful. However, this situation was only reversed with a cup of tea. In the blink of an eye, he became a criminal hunted by everyone. The ups and downs of life were so sudden.

What makes him even more sad is that nine out of ten of these people have believed in the fact that they have killed people, and they may all want to kill the murderer with righteous indignation.

At the thought of being surrounded by everyone and being helpless, and hopelessly falling into the wolves like a lamb, Wang Wujian immediately raised his spirit and continued to escape.

God did not give him a wisp of light to illuminate the road for his poor sake, but withdrew the only few stars. There was darkness between heaven and earth, and he could hardly reach out his fingers.

Wang Wujian wanted to urge the martial soul to guide himself not to be knocked down or trampled on with the help of soul power, but he quickly gave up the idea - if the teacher who has the realm of the spiritual emperor at this moment also participates in the "chasing of the murderer", he will easily find the target according to the breath of soul power, not to mention the red is particularly conspicuous in this dark night.

The howls of monsters and birds one after another made Wang Wujian suddenly realize that his own opponents are not only chasing soldiers, but also countless strong people who have lived in the Black Mountain for a long time. They are the most likely enemies to take their lives!

Wang Wujian runs the martial soul to condense the soul power on the double handle, and concentrates on making desperate plans at any time.

It took more than half a night, Wang Wujian finally climbed a high mountain farther away and found an easy-to-to-attack position halfway up the mountain, lying close to the stone like a collapse.

"Why did he blame me?" Wang Wujian asked himself softly again, and the answer was a colder night wind.

Is it Qian Jia? Qian Jia is the first behind-the-scenes culprit he can think of. And he also has enough motivation and power to bribe Ai Xuan and plan this murder.

"I don't think so!" Wang Wujian shook his head. In his opinion, a little carelessness would make him feel different. Even if Qian Jia hated himself, he would definitely not be willing to kill him before he got the remnants of the overpass map.

Is that a thief? Since Wang Wujian saw the two bandits in the college on the first day of school, he always had the illusion of being revenged, and this conspiracy may be a trick created by the bandits and Ai Xuan. But he quickly shook his head and denied that if the bandits wanted revenge, he would not have lived until now, and it was almost effortless to kill a martial spirit in the realm of refining.

That can only be the descendants of the Zheng family. There are rumors that the Wang family destroyed Zheng. This may be their revenge, but Wang Wujian thought about it and denied it again. There is not only the hatred of destroying the clan, but how can he keep himself until dawn?

"Who the hell is it?" Wang Wujian pounded the stone and shouted angrily. In addition to the cover of the night, he had to bear the pain of loneliness and helplessness.

Wang Wujian sat up against the wall and stared at the dark night. He should not only observe the distance between the pursuer and himself, but also beware of sudden monster attacks.

Sure enough, as Wen Feng said: Tonight, eleven classes of students really participated in the pursuit of the murderer, which means that there are more than 200 search brigades looking for the trace of Wang Wujian at this moment.

Sitting in his position and looking around, the crowd held a torch to form a long and narrow fire dragon, all over the mountains and plains and even small hills full of thorns.

"Ha ha, I didn't know what it means to be alone today!" Wang Wujian buried his head and smiled bitterly. The invasion of the night wind made him feel more lonely, but it also increased his hatred for the culprit behind the scenes, especially Ai Xuan. What he couldn't see most was the person who sold his conscience for money.

"Ai Xuan, you son of a bitch, as long as I can walk out of the Black Mountain alive, one day you will die in my hands!" His teeth rattled, and Wang Wujian swore silently.

Ordinary people will always be tired and need to rest, so Wang Wujian is not worried that they can reach this mountain so slowly tonight, so he is forced to cheer up.

When he turned over the strong energy cake sent to him by Sikong Zixian, his heart suddenly stirred, "I don't know if she will also think that I am the murderer?" Wang Wujian's double model stroked the soft cloth bag and fell into meditation. Will the three roommates believe it? Have other students with macula also believed it?

"One day, I will return my innocence!" Wang Wujian took a fierce bite of the dry food he carried with him. After devouring enough to eat and drink, he leaned on the stone wall to look at the oncoming tracker.

As he thought: When the team slowly moved to the middle of the night, they gathered together and stopped. It seemed that after a while of discussion, they cancelled their plans to move forward and set up a gas bonfire in place.

Wang Wujian showed satisfaction. He concluded that the usual devil-style training of the college would never let them rest until dawn. Therefore, Wang Wujian warned himself that after an hour's rest, he immediately began to escape. The greater the distance, the more beneficial it would be for him. Once it was dawn, I'm afraid that most of the people had climbed to the top of the mountain. At that time, I really wanted to grow a pair of wings to escape.

I don't know how long it took after squinting and thinking hard, Wang Wujian finally fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already sprinkled all over the earth. The birds in the mountains left their nests, and the beasts came out of the caves, looking for food and playing one after another. All kinds of howls were endless and lively.

Wang Wujian climbed up and stood up, without rubbing the numb muscles and morning fog dewdrops on his body. He looked at the place where the crowd stayed last night in panic: more than 200 people had already left and were sent to look in different directions. Many people were no longer in his sight, and even climbed up nearby. Mountains.