high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 31 Doubt

The blood-stained man staggered while holding a steel knife.

There was a long and narrow gash in his left leg, where the bone was deep, and the tender red flesh was blurred, and the lower half of the cloth trousers were stained scarlet.

With such an injury, he can still stand, which is enough to make Bai Shu cautious.

"You... who are you?"

In addition to the knife in his hand, he also held a human head, which was dripping with blood at this moment.

"Dongfu, are there any other living people?!"

Those dry eyes suddenly lit up, and the man's hoarse voice was filled with ecstasy like a night owl.

"There are other living people in Dongfu?!"

He looked at the two of them almost hungrily, as if he would pounce on them at any moment.

"who are you?"

Bai Shu pushed the running Xie Fanjing behind him.

He could see clearly that the head was held in the man's hand, the eyes were black and white.

In other words, it was not a living corpse.

Bai Shu didn't expect that there were other living people in the East Mansion.

The outbreak of living corpses was caught off guard. If it wasn't for his life and luck, he might have become the ration of living corpses.

The man in front of me...

Bai Shu looked at him calmly, and was a little more wary in his heart.

Although he had lost one leg, he could barely stand with the help of a knife.

But his eyes are alert like a leopard in the mountains.

He was full of blood and blood, and his hands were covered with thick calluses.

"My surname is Yan, and my single name is Peng."

The man flipped the handle of the knife imperceptibly, and adjusted it to the position suitable for the knife.

Between his sleeves, Bai Shu vaguely caught a glimpse of a black light.

Crossbow arrows, or other hidden weapons?

"Little brother, I have no malicious intentions."

On the man's sallow face, there was a simple and honest smile,

Little brother……

"you do not know me?"

Bai Zhu pointed to his nose.

This face was known to everyone in the East Mansion. Everyone in the East Mansion knew Yan Peng. He looked like a nurse or coach in the East Mansion. There was no reason not to know him.

"Little... Is your lord a member of the Zhao family?"

There was a look of astonishment on that face, "I am a martial artist from the Fuwei Escort Bureau in Deng County. The day before the corpse tide, I accompanied the head of the bodyguard to pay a visit to the ancestors of your mansion. If there is any impoliteness, don't blame it, don't blame it."

Escort?

He took another step closer with a sneer, lowered his body, and the true qi in his body surged.

"I'm not from the Zhao family." Bai Shu pretended not to know, and took a step forward.

He waved his hand and smiled warmly, "So, don't call me an adult."

He looked at the head that never closed his eyes, and asked intentionally, "What's the matter with that head in your hand?"

"Oh." Yan Peng didn't take it seriously, and stepped closer, "It's just a..."

"A bastard who doesn't know how to flatter!"

At this time, the distance between the two was no more than Zhang Xu.

With a vicious smile, he threw the head in his hand towards Baishu's face, at the same time, he raised his sleeve, and the small spikes turned into a black light, piercing straight to Baishu's heart.

Click!

Yan Peng took two steps back in disbelief.

The boy on the opposite side tilted his head slightly, and avoided the flying head, allowing it to hit the opposite wall and shatter into a puddle, while the sleeve arrow...

With a slight force of Baishu's five fingers, the small sleeve arrow was broken into two pieces.

He didn't even look at it, he just waved at Yan Peng and threw it out.

Hard stubble!

Yan Peng's heart sank, he raised his knife and knocked two broken arrows away, his gaze was serious.

I thought that a young man with this appearance must not be ordinary in martial arts, but he did not expect to have such skills.

"What should I do if I hit flowers and plants? I really don't respect public morals." The handsome young man smiled half a smile, "Are you thinking, I am so good-looking, how can I still have such a high level of cultivation?"

"Shameless!" Yan Peng spat.

"You and I have no grievances, why do you want to kill me as soon as we meet?"

"If you want to blame, you can blame Mr. Zuo." At this moment, Yan Peng put the knife back into the sheath, "In the next life, have a good pregnancy, remember not to meet me again."

"Your bones are good, and it would be nice to use you to pick your teeth."

He chuckled, shifted his sinister eyes to Xie Fanjing, and couldn't help licking his lips:

"What a pretty little girl, she's so pretty, I don't know how many days she can play, don't be like the last time, she was greeted by the brothers for an afternoon, and she was completely useless."

"What a headache."

Amidst the young man's faint sigh, Yan Peng's knees were slightly bent, and he shot out like a cannonball.

The crazily surging real qi converged on his right arm, Yan Peng turned around suddenly in mid-air, raised his elbow and hit Baishu's face.

boom!

At the moment of contact, the boy in front of him suddenly disappeared, and there was a thunder in the air.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

From the corner of his eyes, a figure flashed indistinctly.

Yan Peng smiled coldly, held the knife with his left arm, and spun at high speed like a top.

The blade was pulled out of its sheath violently, as if pulling out a lightning bolt. The long and narrow blade cut through the air, forming a line of bright silver light, and slashed down heavily with a powerful blade.

quick!faster!

A ferocious look flashed across Yan Peng's simple and honest face, and he grinned wide.

It has been 22 years since he practiced swordsmanship at the age of seven.

This self-created sword drawing technique has accompanied him in countless fights, and he has never missed a single shot.

He closed his eyes a little intoxicated, and all the depression of the whole day was condensed in the knife.

Thinking of the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh, Yan Peng almost couldn't help trembling.

Keng!

The blade cut through the air, and there was another thunder, and the boy disappeared again.

"Behind."

A smiling voice sounded in my ear.

Yan Peng gritted his teeth, endured the sharp pain in his left leg, abruptly stopped the downward slashing movement of the saber, twisted his waist, and swung the saber forcefully behind him.

"I lied to you, little fool."

Before Yan Peng could continue to withdraw the saber, the long saber in his hand was sent flying far away. His shoulder sank, and an irresistible force came from him, pressing his body down several feet.

"Didn't Mom tell you not to listen to strangers?"

That hateful face squeezed over with a grin, and he looked so happy that even his eyebrows were moving.

"Bastard... bastard!"

Yan Peng supported the ground with his hands, his arms trembling like chaff.

"If it wasn't for the injury to my left leg..."

"Shut up!" Bai Shu said righteously, "How do you say that? All the misfortunes in the world are caused by the lack of ability of the person involved! Don't shirk responsibility!"

Yan Peng's face was flushed, and his eyes protruded deeply, like big-eyed goldfish soaked in water.

"You look like this, I thought you were going to have a Kazuko."

Bai Shu's palms continued to exert force, and Yan Peng was half kneeled down, his shoulder bones cracked.

I thought I could communicate well, even if I didn't expect to help each other, I never thought that Yan Peng would suddenly kill him.

Under the depressed mood, Bai Shu unconsciously increased his strength.

Yan Peng's whole body was almost crushed to the ground, his face was so red that he couldn't bear it anymore, blood spurted from his mouth.

"I didn't understand before why the villain would talk so much."

Bai Shu Shi bent down, smiled teasingly, looked at Yan Peng's resentful eyes, and said slowly:

"Right now, it's not a bad feeling."

"Tell me." Bai Shu pressed Yan Peng's face into the soil, and at this moment, the shoulder bones were completely broken.

"Head, Mr. Zuo, and your brother." He looked at Yan Peng who kept screaming, expressionless, "Who are they?"

(End of this chapter)