Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

While Afei was enjoying the softness of the girl's breasts and her deep affection, Ouyang Lun had been chasing after her for a long time along the side road.

This slightly overweight middle-aged beggar, who had the air of a wealthy man, was the most composed of the "Three Elders of the Beggars' Clan."

Ah Fei was a little unlucky; the one he tricked wasn't Ouyang Lun.

Because this person's lightness skill was not as good as Jin Lin's, he did not discover the last footprint designed by A Fei first.

At this moment, Ouyang Lun and his men had stopped.

He glanced around, thinking to himself:

"If I were to carry a severely wounded person through these dense snow-covered mountains and forests, how could I possibly escape being tracked?"

When escaping in the snow, the most important thing is not the traces left on the snow surface.

It was an ambush beneath the seemingly smooth snow surface.

At this moment, the Beggars' Sect disciples he had arranged below the mountainside were already searching up the mountain.

Even the people at the very front had already joined him.

According to these people's reports, they had searched every place and found no trace of the enemy.

Ouyang Lun's mind raced, and he felt as if he had overlooked something.

He suddenly shouted in a low voice:

"not good!"

Because of his eagerness and Jin Lin's interference, he actually missed the most important location.

Ouyang Lun's trusted subordinate asked:

"Elder Ouyang, what's the matter?"

Ouyang Lun asked with a solemn expression:

"If you were being hunted, how would you escape?"

The confidant was somewhat surprised, not expecting Ouyang Lun to ask such a question. He paused for a moment, then smiled obsequiously:

"If Elder Ouyang were to hunt me down, I would certainly not be able to escape his grasp."

"Even if I manage to escape for a while using my cleverness, I will eventually be caught by the wise and powerful Elder Ouyang."

Normally, Ouyang Lun would definitely enjoy this person's compliments.

But now he is extremely anxious, though he won't show it like Shan Gong.

His brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice:

"What if you absolutely have to escape, or you'll die?"

The trusted aide froze, noticing Ouyang Lun's displeasure, and immediately began to think quickly. He said:

"Then your subordinates will certainly try their best to avoid leaving traces on this snowy road and deploy several groups of diversionary troops."

Ouyang Lun nodded and then asked:

"How can I leave no trace on the snow?"

Upon hearing this question, the confidant finally understood why Ouyang Lun had stopped the search. He asked in surprise:

"The best way is not to run, but to hide nearby."

"Does Elder Ouyang mean that person is nearby?"

Ouyang Lun glanced at him, gave a deep "hmm," and said:

"Your answer is very close, but unfortunately, you made the same oversight as me."

The confidant asked doubtfully:

"Who is Elder Ouyang?"

Ouyang Lun didn't say anything more. His face was full of gloom. He said "Let's go" and turned to head back the way he came.

The confidant was taken aback and quickly told his men to follow.

It was an unknown amount of time before they returned to the place where the "three elders" had split up.

The torches held by his men illuminated the surroundings.

It's quiet here right now, with only the sound of the wind rustling the branches.

Ouyang Lun glanced around and commanded in a deep voice:

"Search everywhere, leaving no place unchecked, and focus on finding any traces of anyone hiding."

Although he appeared calm, he was actually quite frustrated inside.

It's likely that after the three elders split up, that person has already secretly escaped via another route.

At this moment, a subordinate came to report:

"Elder Ouyang, although the cliff in front looks bottomless, it is actually not that high."

"Should we go down and take a look?"

Ouyang Lun was overjoyed and immediately gave the order:

"You few stay here and continue the investigation; the rest of you come with me."

With that, he leaped down first.

As he landed, he looked up and his expression hardened.

There lay the corpse of a Beggar Clan disciple on the ground, his abdomen ripped open and his internal organs spilling out.

The man's internal organs, along with yellow fat and mud and snow, were covered with a layer of white frost.

There was only the corpse and footprints nearby; nothing else was unusual, not even weapons.

One of Ouyang Lun's men, who knew him well, exclaimed in surprise:

"This is Tang Laosan! He's one of Elder Jinlin's men!"

Ouyang Lun frowned, and then he suddenly understood.

It's likely that Jin Lin followed along this path. Although they were both among the "Three Elders," this man was treacherous and cunning, and he never hesitated to scheme against his companions.

Jin Lin was probably tricked by the enemy, which is why he lost one of his men.

Even if he chases after him now, it's no use; he can't catch up with Jin Lin's speed.

He sighed inwardly, realizing he would likely return empty-handed this time.

With a rustling sound, Ouyang Lun leaped onto the cliff.

He prepared to search more thoroughly, hoping to find other clues.

As soon as he stood still, following the firelight, Ouyang Lun's eyes widened suddenly.

Five corpses lay on the ground; they were his trusted men whom he had left on the cliff.

The other confidants who came up with Ouyang Lun were all stunned and gasped in shock.

A chill ran from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

It was even more piercing and chilling than the cold wind of this cold mountain.

Ouyang Lun remained silent and went forward to examine the five corpses.

Although the five people died in similar ways, the locations of their wounds were not exactly the same.

But one thing is the same: the wounds are all extremely thin blood lines, about the width of a finger.

He was clearly pierced through vital organs by an extremely fast weapon in an instant, and had no time to call for help.

The image of Bai Xiao's death flashed through his mind again.

That kid's throwing knife skills were astonishing, almost on par with the legendary "Little Li Flying Dagger".

Even more terrifying is that he can kill five people in an instant.

Ouyang Lun was filled with fear and was extremely shocked.

But he forced himself to suppress his panic, waved to summon the few surviving trusted men, and said in a deep voice:

"The enemy must still be nearby; each of you search carefully."

"Don't overlook any hiding places, and be careful of enemy ambushes."

Suddenly, there was a "poof" sound.

Ouyang Lun's men were already like frightened birds, shouting incoherently:

"Enemy attack—"

Before he could finish shouting, a white mist quickly enveloped the area.

The mist was emanating from inside the clothing of the five corpses on the ground.

Ouyang Lun let out a low roar:

"Oh no! Cover your mouth and nose!"

But it was too late; the white mist had already entered their noses.

Ouyang Lun instantly felt an indescribable burning pain in his mouth, nose, and eyes, and tears, snot, and saliva flowed uncontrollably down his face.

He and several of his trusted subordinates were instantly captivated, their vision blurred and their speech rendered incoherent.

A figure in gray monk's robes emerged from the shadows of the roadside trees; it was Afei.

Afei carried Lianxing on his back, picked up Xingnu and hung her on his body, then leaped into the air with his toes touching the ground.

He sighed inwardly, regretting that he had no materials at hand and could only use the leftovers from making the mask to create this mist that had a similar effect to "pepper spray".

Otherwise, Elder Ouyang's situation would be more than just being blinded.

Afei was inspired by the Five Poison Boy to leave the mechanism on the corpse.

This was originally a great opportunity to assassinate a nine-bag elder of the Beggars' Sect, but he used all the little true energy he had saved up to stabilize Lianxing's injuries.

Otherwise, Lianxing wouldn't be able to hold on.

With his inner energy depleted, A-Fei was not confident he could kill Ouyang Lun in one strike, so he could only continue to flee.

The white mist had limited effect; even though his eyes and nose were burning red, Ouyang Lun's ears remained unaffected.

Upon hearing the sound of something cutting through the air, Ouyang Lun shouted and hurled the bamboo staff from his waist.

Ah Fei managed to spin around, kicking the tip of the cane and using the recoil to plunge into the darkness.