A piece of paper

The sunshine traced a golden circle around the woman's body.

Xian Jin once thought that his eyesight was dim, so he squatted on the ground and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

That's right.

This woman was indeed outlined by a circle of golden light.

The woman coldly lowered her eyes and glanced at the dung beetle squatting on the ground. She raised her delicate chin, and the two tall dark brown horses next to her neighed and leaped up, stepping on the sand and flying rocks. In just two or three seconds, they were golden. Beside him, one of the men with beards bent down and said in an indiscernible accent, "I'm sorry!"

The three words hit the ground, and Xianjin's arms were picked up by someone's backhand. His eyes were dizzy and the world was spinning.

A dung beetle rose into the air and was transported by a tall horse to an open space far away from the light and shadow of swords.

The dung beetle woke up from a dream and shouted, "Mule cart! There are three girls in the mule cart!"

The bearded man waved his hand back to show his knowledge. He opened the mule cart and saw that there were three women inside, but one of them couldn't be called a girl anyway, right?
Bearded man settled the mule cart, turned over and went into battle.

It's not a battle, exactly.

It was a massacre.

One-sided slaughter.

The four opponents dispersed the remaining seven or eight bald heads.

After they dispersed, it was a hunt!
The man on the horse acted in a very orderly manner, and his methods were also very ruthless. He raised his knife and dropped it, anchoring the person's throat, killing almost all of them with one knife. The cold light of the knife instantly harvested a tube of blood and a stream of blood. He should have seen the death of the King of Hell a long time ago. The horse's hooves trampled back and forth in the open space, focusing on looking for the remaining survivors to last a last resort.

A touch of pink-blue satin, prostrate on the ground, hidden in blood and horseshoes, shivering.

The horse's hooves are about to trample on him!

Xian Jin gritted his teeth, flew over with a few quick steps, and knocked Chen Fu away. Unexpectedly, he hit the little bald hand beside Chen Fu, whose face was covered with blood but still had a trace of breath.

The little bald man was half paralyzed on the ground, dying. He picked up the knife in his hand and slashed at Xianjin like a reflex.

A white light flashed in Xianjin's mind. He didn't have time to think. With his survival instinct, he pulled out a dagger stuck in the body next to him with his backhand. With his eyes wide open, he stabbed it into the left chest of the little bald man!
"Bang!"

The sound of the machete hitting the ground in the little bald man's hand.

Warm blood sprayed all over Xian Jin's face!
Xianjin licked the blood from his lips subconsciously.

stench.

Also has temperature.

Chen Fu got up in a fit of urine, limped and pulled Xian Jin up, trembling all over and hiding Xian Jin behind his back. His voice was as hoarse as a broken gong and a sieve, "Don't look at it. Close your eyes."

Xian Jin was as dumb as a piece of wood.

She. She just stabbed someone.
Stabbed someone to death.
Xian Jin swallowed hard and looked down at his hands. His hands were covered in blood, and the blood was flowing down the lifeline of his palms.

Chen Fu was so anxious that he almost cried, "Don't look, don't look! Dirty! Sister Jin!"

Xian Jin's head was buzzing, as if there was a mask covering his head, ears and mouth, leaving only red eyes and Chen Fu's voice, like a worm crawling around the edge of the ear hole, unable to crawl. Enter the barrier of isolation.

"here you go."

In an instant, it was like the sound of Buddha filling my ears, the chaos faded away, and everything in the world became clear and clear.

Xian Jin raised his head with difficulty.The woman got off her horse, crossed her arms, and stood in front of her with her head held high.

"Well done." The woman repeated in a short and sharp tone, "The human heart is on the left side of the chest. Instead of randomly stabbing it with dozens or twenty knives, it is better to pierce the heart with one knife, which is clean and hassle-free."

Then he held the knife in his backhand and gestured to Xian Jin, "You can also cut the throat, but you have to control your strength. If the strength is too weak, the scalp is connected to the neck, and the head will be stuck in the mud for a long time; if the strength is too strong, the head will fly out." , just like Cuju, going straight to the Internet, it doesn’t look good either.”

Xianjin's eyes were filled with tears: Sister, would you like me to do it quietly and slowly?Can we wait a while for one-on-one instruction on homicide?

Only when the woman approached did Xian Jin see the woman's appearance clearly - very noble, yes, noble.

The sky is full, the earth is round, her slightly wheat-colored skin looks energetic, her eyes are slightly raised, her eyes are large and long, her nose is straight, her lower jaw is small and round, and her slightly angular cheeks help her aura. Add five meters to the flat ground.

The age should be between 25 and 35, sorry for giving such a vague range - it is true because looking at the skin, the woman has no lines at all, but the perseverance and indifference in her eyes are definitely not the state of a girl and young woman in her early twenties.

"I think it's your first time to kill someone, and your skills are pretty good." The woman saw Xian Jin's pale face and cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, so she smiled and said, "It doesn't count as killing someone. The dead monk had his neck wiped, so he will die eventually. It doesn’t count as death by your hands.”

Xian Jin opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, the extreme fear and discomfort in his heart due to the murder and seeing blood disappeared inexplicably.

The woman's eyes glanced, and the two bearded men beside her turned around to clean up the battlefield.

Great battle.

Thirteen monks and bandits all went to hell.

On Tuesday, the dog was slashed once on the waist and once on the leg; the eldest son of the Zheng family was slashed to the point where bones were visible on his right arm. The second eldest son of the Zheng family was the narrowest and was considered the queen, so no blood was seen; Lu Badan saw blood. There was a long scar on his face, and his face was bloody and frightening.

Li Sanshun was not injured by the knife, but he fell a few times when he jumped out of the mule cart. Without looking at his swollen head, he turned around and held the two swords and six feet in his arms.

Chen Fu suffered more psychological damage than physical damage. He was shaking all the time and his lips were trembling so much that he could not speak.

Baozhu, Suo'er and Zhang's mother's eyes were all red and swollen.

"Where is the nearest hospital?" The woman glanced at Liu Zhangxuan, who was being held by Li Sanshun, and said in a low voice, "Your man needs medical attention immediately."

Chen Fu opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Xian Jin swallowed hard and said repeatedly, "In Jing County! But there is a temple on the mountain called Baochanduo Temple. It is said to be a temple, but it is the place where bandits camp. This group of monks came from there. Come out - I heard that the bandits will not act alone. Once the brothers in the mountains lose contact, they will send out manpower to search for them."

In other words, it is easy for them to deal with these twelve or thirteen monks, but once a large army attacks, even if they have horses and extraordinary beards, it will only be a drop in the bucket.

Xian Jin's mind gradually became clear, "Now we have two ways, go back to Jing County; or leave immediately and go straight to Xuancheng. No matter which road you choose, the journey will take more than two hours. I suggest going back to Jing County, We came from Jing County, and the way back to the city is unfamiliar, but we can recall a little bit of the journey we just made, if we go to Xuancheng, it will be a way of life, and we don’t know if we get lost in the mountains.”

The woman turned her eyes and looked behind her.

The bearded man behind him nodded inconspicuously.

"Are you a paper merchant in Jing County?" the woman asked in a low voice.

Xian Jin nodded and introduced himself, "We are the clerks of Chen Ji, a paper mill in Xuancheng. This is the third son of Chen Ji. I would like to thank you, sister, and the heroine for saving my life!"

The woman raised her hand casually, pressed her palm down, and saw that the little girl in front of her had blood on her face. She was obviously frightened to death, but she still spoke clearly and had clear thoughts. She smiled and said, "There is a third way."

Xian Jin raised his eyes and saw.

"Kill the bandit camp - there must be wound medicine and doctors in the bandit camp. That is the nearest medical center to us." The woman tied her hair high, as if she was discussing how to crush an ant nest with one kick.