People are dying on the pillar, and there is no misery at the beginning

Chapter 53 – Bone Blade Rib Difference

"Hoo--! Ho--!" The north wind howled.

The snow gradually became heavier, and it fell downwards in a relatively dense manner, soon covering the surrounding trees with a layer of snow white.

The man with the knife was wearing a thin shirt, he was stretching out his hands, staring at Shang Quanna stiffly.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and the man with the knife shivered from the cold, his narrowed eyes were full of panic.

But he couldn't help but glanced at the bone knife on Shang Quannai's waist.

The knife-bearer glanced back and forth between Shang Quannai and the bone knife, looking at the bone knife with undisguised fiery eyes.

Seeing this, Shang Quannai narrowed her scarlet eyes slightly.

click!

He put his hand on the handle of the bone knife at his waist.

The man with the knife shrank his pupils in fright, and staggered back with his cold and painful calf!

"I am so sorry!!"

Boom!
The knife-bearer's legs trembled, his calf softened, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, lowered his head and pressed against the ground, and shouted to Shang Quannai with a trembling voice:

"I'm just a knifesmith! I came to this town to sell knives! I didn't find anyone!"

"However, I saw cooking smoke on this mountain..."

"That's why! That's why I came to this mountain!"

"I didn't intend to break into your territory!!"

The swordsmith looked nervous. He knelt on the ground, and his voice was muffled from his head on the ground. His kneeling body was slowly retreating:

"Please let me go!"

As he was talking, seeing that Shang Quannai didn't respond, the swordsmith's voice was trembling with tears:

"Don't eat me..."

"I stand all year round... the meat must be dry and dry..."

"It's not good...it's definitely not good...!!"

The knifesmith curled up on his knees and muttered quickly, apparently he had also heard rumors about ogres.

As Wu Mi escaped longer, the spread of ghosts became wider and wider.

The swordsmith trembled. He raised his head and glanced at Shang Quanna who was staring down at him. The moment his eyes crossed, he shrank his head suddenly:
"But! If you insist on eating me...can you let me fulfill my last wish..."

His voice gradually became quieter, and the original scream turned into a soft murmur:

"Give me a glimpse of your saber, even if it's just for a few moments..."

The swordsmith closed his eyes, recalling the moment when he saw the bone knife in his mind, he pursed his mouth and gritted his teeth!

He suddenly raised his head from the ground!The squinted eyes opened, and the monk Quan Nai looked at each other with a firm expression:

"It's not a pity to die!!"

Although he yelled his oath righteously, the swordsmith still couldn't help but glance at the bone knife.

He looked at the bone knife that was in one piece, shining with pure white and sharp light in the snowy sky, and swallowed hard.

"this person…"

Shang Quannai squinted at the knife maker who was kneeling and straightening up in front of him, feeling complicated in his heart.

Selling knives?

Forged knife?
Can hit a knife?

Shang Quannai looked at the solemn and firm look of the swordsmith in front of him.

He raised his head slightly again, and looked at the sharp knives in the basket, which were neatly stuck in the basket.

I secretly had a plan in my heart.

Xin——!
Shang Quannai held the handle of the bone knife at his waist and pulled it out with one hand!

Swish!
A quick horizontal cut!

The bone knife instantly drew a white semicircle in midair!Then he stood firmly in front of the swordsmith with wide-eyed eyes shining brightly.

The sharp cold light gathered on the tip of the knife, shining brightly in the snowy sky.

The knifesmith stared obsessively at the sharp tip of the knife resting on his forehead, his narrowed eyes were wide open.

His eyes were full of treasures, and he carefully looked at the blade of the bone knife as if he had found a treasure.

Somewhat at a loss, his hands tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, rubbing them up and down excitedly.

"My servant, die without... no regrets!!"

The swordsmith's eyes were blurred with excitement, he opened his mouth slightly, suppressed his excited voice, and spoke in a low voice.

Large flakes of snow fell on him. Although he was wearing thin clothes, he didn't seem to care at all.

Shang Quannai pointed the tip of the knife at the swordsmith's forehead, tilted his head, and asked the swordsmith indifferently:
"Where did it come from?"

"In the village! A small village in the south!" The knifesmith stared at the bone knife in front of him, and replied almost instantly without thinking.

When Shang Quannai heard the word village, he raised his eyebrows, feeling that things seemed to be getting more subtle in an instant, and he continued to ask:
"The village? How many people in the village can forge knives?"

Speaking of this, the swordsmith's excited expression seemed to be watered, and he became a little sad, but he still carefully observed the bone knife excitedly:

"Only me, and my master."

Hearing this, Shang Quannai curled her lips helplessly, then took back her bone knife and inserted it back into the scabbard at her waist.

The swordsmith looked at Shang Quannai retracting the knife, not surprised at all, but with a happy look on his face.

He looked at the satisfied knife maker in front of him with some disappointment.

He originally thought that he could harvest a whole village of swordsmiths directly.

It seems that he is too whimsical.

Yes, the knife forging village in the original book was also a village reorganized by other knife forging people later.

It is not formed naturally.

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai sighed, he looked down at the bone knife on his waist, and then at the knifemaker kneeling on the ground, his knees were blue from the cold.

He turned his back to the knifesmith.

Raising his left hand, he observed carefully and repeatedly for a while.

Then, holding the left arm with the right hand, the nails dug deeply into the flesh.

puff!

A few splashes of blood splashed, staining the white snow under Shang Quannai's feet red, and stunned the swordsmith kneeling behind him.

Afterwards, Shang Quannai fumbled in his left arm, finally grabbed a bone, and pulled it out of his arm abruptly!

laugh!
In the process of pulling out, the shape of the bone was distorted and deformed rapidly.

In the end, Shang Quannai completely pulled out an ulna that had been transformed into a blade, and slammed it aside!
Sa!
The blood remaining on the ulna was sprinkled on the snow, and at this moment, the ulna was completely turned into a short blade as long as the forearm.

It is a poor rib.

The sharp blade shines brightly in the dim sun.

The swordsmith kneeling behind Shang Quannai was stunned.

He stared dumbfounded at the continuous flow of blood, then turned around, holding a brand-new Shang Quannai with poor ribs.

Shang Quannai's left arm was weak and limp, but after only a few breaths, he clenched his fist again and glanced at the restored left arm.

Holding the ribs, he gestured twice under the sun, feeling the weight of his hands.

As a ghost, it is relatively easy for him to change the density of his bones.

After that, Shang Quannai threw the rib in his hand at the swordsmith!
laugh!
The sharp ribs pierced straight into the snow in front of the swordsmith.

The swordsmith raised his head and looked at Shang Quanna who was rubbing the radius in puzzlement:

"You... this is..."

Shang Quannai turned around and walked towards the mountainside, saying without looking back:

"It's for you."

When the swordsman heard this, he immediately stood up in shock, holding his ribs in both hands, and was about to refuse in astonishment.

"Of course, don't worry, there are conditions."

(End of this chapter)