Lao Qiufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, then nodded, "Okay."

Grand master!

There is no reason for them to be careless.

Although there is a dragnet in the village, I am not too worried about the master master coming up the mountain alone. But what if I bump into him like the Zhenshan Dao?

"Bring people in!"

Seeing that Lao Qiufeng agreed, the red lady shouted outside.

Some bandits entered the house.

The red lady looked at Lao Qiufeng again.

Lao Qiufeng said: "Let someone bring me pen and ink."

It looks like he plans to do it himself.

The red lady waved her hand and someone went down to make arrangements.

She said to one of the bandits who had just entered the house: "Tell Lao Qiufeng the appearance of those four people that day."

"Yes, yes."

The bandit nodded quickly.

He came from the mountain top of Zhenshan Dao.

Zhenshan Dao was killed, and more than half of the brothers on the mountain were killed or injured. The remaining bandits returned to the mountain and robbed money and goods, and scattered them like birds and beasts.

Nowadays, the hilltop next to Wuji Town is empty.

A bandit came in carrying a table and pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Lao Qiufeng walked to the table, spread out the paper, dipped his pen in ink, and said to the bandit: "Tell me! First, tell me what the old man looks like, what is his face shape, and what are his characteristics."

As he said this, he muttered again, "I haven't done any painting for several years, and I don't know if my hand is pregnant or not."

"The face of a donkey, full of beards... Hmm... The eyes are thin and long, and he has rosacea. He looks like he might be in his seventies, and he still has a hunchback."

The bandit said he would get up.

I just don’t know what Lao Xiao would think if he heard his description.

Damn it.
Chapter completed!