Chapter 120 The Pursuit of the Murderer

He said goodbye to Sikong Zixian reluctantly and impatiently. Wang Wujian felt empty as if he had lost some power like a shadow, and loneliness came one after another. He began to regret why he didn't take her with him? However, there is no medicine for regret in the world. Besides, in any case, he can't run away with Sikong Zixian.

According to the signs on the map, this mountain is called Mengjia Mountain. After climbing over the mountain, walking about 50 miles to the southeast is Shengwu City.

Suddenly, a few golden-eyed eagles passed a few hundred meters high and made regular calls, intermittent and long, like the sound of thirst and powerlessness, and like a hoarse and sad sound.

Wang Wujian was a little panicked. This sound was a funeral song for himself, a magic sound that could break his trace and even deprive him of his life. He even felt that the golden eye sculpture had found himself and sent a signal to others.

The golden-eyed eagle did not fly over Mengjia Mountain, but hovered and rotated along a fixed area.

Soon, the loud howling of the golden horned beast came from the distance, which confirmed Wang Wujian's conjecture: the golden-eyed eagle found its own trace and sent a signal, and the teacher in the distance received the signal and issued a withdrawal order to others with the golden horned beast.

If you can't use it tomorrow night, Mengjia Mountain will become a search place for the college army.

Of course, it may not take so long at all. The golden-eyed eagle can show the direction to others, so it should not be difficult to catch it, because in this mountain. In the troubled and dense mountains and forests, he can't seem to avoid the keen and terrible eyes of the golden-eyed eagle.

Wang Wujian couldn't care much. He climbed up the mountain in panic, and looked left and right to try to find a dense forest to escape the sight of the golden-eyed eagle.

The golden-eyed eagle in the air once again made the same strange chirping to the other side of the mountain. To Wang Wujian's surprise, the other side of Mengjia Mountain also responded to the howling of the golden horned beast. Needless to say, the twelve class teams mentioned by Sikong Zixian had rushed to the vicinity of Mengjia Mountain and could even start climbing at any time.

More than a dozen golden-eyed eagles still have no intention of leaving, constantly staggering a variety of pattern patterns in the air, sometimes swooping down into a blade with a light tail when a meteor slides down, and sometimes gliding horizontally into a strange "×" pattern.

However, what makes Wang Wujian grateful is that the college did not order the golden-eyed eagle to attack the target, otherwise he would have a embarrasssment battle and may even be buried under the sharp minions and long beak of the golden-eyed eagle.

Wang Wujian rushed to the top of the mountain desperately. Although there was a golden-eyed eagle to send a message to others, he believed that the night would be his loyal ally. Once the night came, the golden-eyed eagle would lose its function, and he was sure to hide anywhere in Mengjia Mountain without being found. Therefore, he now needs to find a place to hide on the mountain, then wait for the golden-eyed eagle to land tiredly, and then start to set off the mountain.

The light is getting lighter and lighter, and gradually it can't generate heat. The light is getting redder and redder. The whole mountain is covered with a layer of red gauze. The spring breeze is coming slowly, and Wang Wujian can't help shaking his body.

Wang Wujian's hands have been cut or worn in many places, and the blood has gathered to the surface of the skin and eventually form a blood scar, but he did not have time to bandage. The potential hidden dangers make him unable to deal with these skin and flesh injuries.

When climbing to the top of the mountain, the sun just disappeared into the sky, and the west put away the last red light.

The night officially came.

The dozens of golden-eyed eagles hovering in the sky also landed on the ground one after another to rest, losing their light, and they could only go to sleep.

But Wang Wujian was not happy about this, because several golden-horned beasts were coming over the mountains towards Mengjia Mountain, and even several golden-horned beasts had rushed up.

Wang Wujian cursed helplessly a few times and ran desperately in the rocky and grass forest with an unyielding spirit in his heart, trying to find a place to settle down before the golden-horned beast reached the top of the mountain.

At the same time, the roar of the golden horned beast faintly came from the other side of the mountain. Obviously, the teacher leading the team on the other side has also climbed the beast mountain.

Wang Wujian was forced to jump into an open-air grotto where the mountains and rivers collapsed to temporarily dodge. In addition to the noble appearance, the golden-horned beast also has the nature of monsters, which is the breath of martial arts **.

Wang Wujian put his hands on his chest and tried to make himself calm, so as not to stimulate any breath. For him: If he is met by teachers such as Tieshan or Duke, maybe they will let themselves go. But if they are other teachers, I'm afraid that he won't even have a chance to speak. Tie it up.

The roar of the golden horned beast is getting louder and closer, and you can even hear the conversation after the two teachers meet.

"This boy is really cunning. I usually look at his thief's brain, but I didn't expect him to do such a crazy thing. Humph, it's really a loss in the name of my college." One person said angrily.

Wang Wujian suddenly sulked. The owner of the voice was Wan Gong, his long equipment teacher who was disgusted. He really couldn't figure out what this short winter melon didn't like him? It's just humiliation again and again, and it's still falling into the well at this moment.

"Damn stinky winter melon, one day I will stew you and feed you to pigs." Wang Wujian bit his teeth and swore secretly.

"Something is a little strange. It's too early to decide. Everything will be decided after Wang Wujian is interrogated." An old but heavy voice interrupted Wan Gong's words. When Wang Wujian heard this, his anger subsided by more than half, and his gratitude for Tieshan increased by three points. At present, he believes that few people have been framed, and Tieshan is the most determined one of them.

"This boy must still be hiding on the mountain. We scattered to look for him, but we don't believe that he has a number of hiding places?" Wan Gong snorted again.

"I hope! If you delay for a day, the trouble will increase. Everyone will try their best to find him as soon as possible. Tieshan said sadly.

"Yes, the students in the twelve classes at the foot of the mountain are preparing to search for the mountain tonight, and he can start to start later. As long as he is still on the mountain, he should not escape the eyes of everyone." Another teacher with a gentle tone said.

Wang Wujian was slightly shocked. Although he had learned that twelve classes of students had come to the vicinity of Meng Jiashan and expected that they would participate in the round-up of themselves, they did not even take a rest at night.

After a brief discussion, they drew up a general plan, and about a dozen golden-horned beasts roared in different directions.

However, two of them walked slowly towards the grottoes hidden by Wang Wujian.

Wang Wujian's beating heart immediately rushed to his throat. He nervously pressed his chest and tried to make his heart stop beating temporarily. Even he dared to exhale with his nose and spit it slowly, for fear that his breath would be discovered by the keen golden horned beast, so that disaster would come again. There is no escape!