Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 28 Between Life and Death
There are always some moments in life that cannot be forgotten.

For example, Sikong Changfeng has remembered this moment all his life.

The world-renowned peerless master stretched out his hand to him and invited him to go with him.

In Sikong Changfeng's mind, this moment seemed to be extended infinitely, but in reality, he just nodded, then picked up the spear and jumped up.

"Go, let's go together!"

Looking at their backs, Qingya son Luo Xuan smiled: "It seems to be seeing me back then."

"Please." Lei Mengsha walked to his side, "Don't say it as if we are very old, we are the same now. I have a hunch that I will meet them again soon."

Baili Dongjun turned his head with a smile, but the smile froze on his face afterward.

On the entire long street, there were more than a dozen corpses lying here and there. Those masters of the rivers and lakes who had been pretending to do business on the long street with him a few days ago were lying there at this moment, motionless, covered in blood.

"This is the method of the dark river." The warm pot of wine looked at the end of the long street.

One was walking slowly with an oil-paper umbrella, and the other was stretching and walking staggeringly.

"Umbrella ghost, undertaker, the killers of Anhe's generation are really strong." The warm pot of wine patted Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng on the shoulders, and then swept down, "Did you see that? It's called Jianghu, and this place is also called Jianghu. Let's go."

"What about Xiaobai?"

"Let it go to your wine shop to stay first."

Wenhujiu brought Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng to an inn in the south of the city. Wenhujiu seemed to want to leave Gu's mansion temporarily, but he was not in a hurry to leave Chaisang City. He took the two of them into the inn. In the inn, I asked for a room and a six-cylinder Shanghao Nurhong.

"Uncle, are you greedy? Six tanks, we can't finish it no matter how much we can drink." Baili Dongjun was puzzled.

Since Warm Pot Wine is not in a hurry to take him to the East City, at least let him say goodbye to the young masters.

The warm pot of wine sighed, ignored Baili Dongjun, and looked at Sikong Changfeng: "You saved my little nephew's life, so I will save your life this time."

Sikong Changfeng remained silent, and shook his head lightly: "I have consulted many people... I have been to many places to seek doctors, and there is nothing I can do."

"I can't find a solution for the rest of my life, but I can still do it for a while." Sitting in the guest room with a warm pot of wine, he watched the waiters move the six-cylinder Nurhong in panting.

"What does this mean?" Baili Dongjun suddenly remembered that Lei Mengsha had said similar things a few days ago, saying that Sikong Changfeng would die soon. At that time, he thought it was just a joke.

"Your little brother is very ill." The warm pot of wine reached out and gently touched the beard on his chin. "I'm just curious, why haven't you collapsed yet?"

Sikong Changfeng put the spear on the table: "Soon." Then he fell heavily on the ground.

"Come as soon as you say it!" Baili Dongjun was startled, thinking that Sikong Changfeng was joking, but when he walked over to see, Sikong Changfeng really passed out.

"He was injured by someone's veins. He is already dying. You can't tell, but a person with a little medical knowledge can tell that this is a dead person at a glance." The warm pot of wine went to help him up.

"Can it be saved?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"Try, at least you can't just die in front of your eyes like this." The warm pot of wine took off Sikong Changfeng's coat, stretched out his hand and threw him into the wine vat, and then with a wave of his sleeve, something crawled out.

It looks like a toad in a floral dress.

The toad jumped and jumped to the edge of the wine jar, and then jumped into the wine jar with a sharp jump.

Then a scorpion wagging three tails crawled out and climbed into the wine jar.

Then came a centipede with two heads, a blood-red spider, and a blue snake...

"Uncle, why do you have so many disgusting things on your body..." Baili Dongjun felt his scalp go numb.

The warm pot of wine scolded: "Your mother used to raise it too, so you go and stay outside! Don't let people in, if it takes time, your friend won't be able to be cured!"

"Okay, okay." Baili Dongjun ran out in a hurry.

The warm pot of wine walked over and pressed his hand on the wine vat. The wine in the wine vat gradually became scorching hot, and the steam filled the air, and the whole room exuded a strong smell of alcohol.Sikong Changfeng frowned, his face was flushed, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.

Baili Dongjun walked to the door. He was the closest to this uncle since he was a child. Perhaps it was because of the goodwill brought about by his name. In addition, his nature is more casual and he doesn't like to be restrained, so he has always been like-minded. He ran away from home so much. However, he also knows that this uncle is really capable. Even if Sikong Changfeng is really dying, if he meets his uncle , also can't die.

"I can't tell, he's still a dying person." Baili Dongjun shook his head lightly, thinking of Sikong Changfeng these past few days, he obviously looked unrestrained and happy in the world.

"Little brother, who is going to die?" A young man with a mustache walked past him and asked with a smile.

Baili Dongjun turned his head and smiled: "A friend, but he will be fine soon."

"Oh." The young man was playing with an exquisite dagger in his hand, smiling kindly, "That's good. Brother, did you just come to Chaisang City?"

Baili Dongjun was a little puzzled, how could this person be so familiar, but he still answered him: "No, I've been here for a while, and I'm ready to leave."

"What a coincidence, we are leaving too." The young man put away the dagger, "See you by fate."

"Ah, see you again." Baili Dongjun felt that this young man was interesting, so he replied politely.

The young man went downstairs, there seemed to be someone waiting for him, Baili Dongjun glanced down, and broke out in a cold sweat.

This is the umbrella holder who walked into Gu's mansion in the rain that day and then walked out.At that time, Sikong Changfeng was so frightened that he gave up resisting when he faced this person. According to what Sikong Changfeng said later, this person is a top killer.He also saw Baili Dongjun, nodded slightly, and greeted him politely.

Thinking of the dagger in the young man's hand just now, Baili Dongjun couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, but he still nodded to the man holding the umbrella.

The man who was actually the umbrella ghost of the Underworld Killer turned around, walked out of the inn, and asked his companions in a low voice, "Did you just want to kill him?"

The undertaker shrugged his shoulders: "Young master of Zhenxihou's mansion, I really want to kill him."

"There is a very powerful person in that room. If you made a move just now, you might be the one who died." The umbrella ghost said softly.

"I feel it." The undertaker lifted his clothes up, "I'm in a cold sweat, my back is stuck."

(End of this chapter)