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Chapter 247 Before Despair (Part )

Looking at the fat man with scars on his face in the copper pot, Yan Nanfei suddenly smiled and said, "Cook Hao, you are here too!"

The scar on the fat man's face looked like a poisonous snake squirming.

He was smiling, but his smile made his face look even more sinister and mysterious.

Just listen to him say: "I'm here to collect the corpse."

Yan Nanfei said: "Whose body should be collected?"

Chef Hao smiled and said: "I will collect the body of whoever dies, the dead horse in the belly, the dead person in the museum materials."

On the trolley, the chess players are still playing chess, the manicurists are still manicuring, the drinkers are still drinking, and the people combing their hair are still combing their hair.

Chef Hao still smiled and said: "It seems that everyone has a good taste today. Not everyone can eat the spiced horse meat made by Chef Hao."

Yan Nanfei said: "But your specialty dish is not spiced horse meat!"

Chef Hao smiled and said, "But those ingredients are hard to find right now, so we might as well just eat some horse meat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his man had already jumped out of the copper pot. His movements were extremely light and agile, and he even made no sound when he landed.

Anyone who has not witnessed it with their own eyes will never believe that a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds can have such superb movement skills!

When Zhuo Yuzhen saw this, she couldn't help but whisper: "Is he really a cook?"

She saw that Chef Hao had a knife on him, but it was just a kitchen knife.

Yan Nanfei shook his head and said, "Fake!"

Zhuo Yuzhen asked curiously: "Then why do people call him cook?"

Fu Hongxue on the side suddenly said coldly: "Because he is good at cooking two dishes?"

Zhuo Yuzhen looked at Fu Hongxue and asked, "What dish?"

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "It will stir up people's hearts and stir up their waists."

Zhuo Yuzhen suddenly felt nauseous. She had eaten very simply this morning, a steamed bun, a bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles and a few pieces of dried meat.

Originally, a breastfeeding woman should not have such simple food, but the place where she lived was too remote and too barren.

Fortunately, women never have a big appetite, so these simple things quickly made her feel full.

But now I couldn't bear it anymore and started to retching.

Because Chef Hao had already pulled out his kitchen knife and slashed the horse's body with the knife, cutting off a large piece of the leather and meat and throwing it into the big copper pot.

His right hand operated the knife, and his left hand threw the meat. His movements were light and skillful, and he chopped a horse into more than 130 pieces in the blink of an eye, which was better than other people's knives cutting tofu. easy.

The horse meat has rotted in the pot, but no ingredients have been added.

And what about his fragrance-free version?

It turned out that the coffin hidden aside was different from other people's coffins. His coffin actually contained a variety of ingredients, including oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, fennel, star anise...

You name it, he had it in his coffin.

Looking at the copper pot that gradually gave off a rich aroma, Chef Hao smiled and said: "It won't take long for the horse meat to be stewed. Everyone here today is in for a treat!"

Suddenly, the chess player on the side suddenly said: "My share must not be too bad."

The speaker is Yang Wulu. He is only forty-four years old this year. He is in the prime of life, so his teeth are naturally in good shape.

"You are Yang Wulu?"

Yan Nanfei on the side also seemed to recognize the person in front of him and spoke slowly.

The chess player nodded and said, "Yes, I am Yang Wulu!"

Hearing this, Yan Nanfei suddenly sighed and said, "I know you are Yang Wuji's cousin, but you shouldn't be here right now!"

Yang Wulu said: "Where should I appear?"

Yan Nanfei looked at him with a strange look and said slowly: "You know whose hands Yang Wuji died in. You should have gone to find that person, but instead you came here..."

Yang Wulu suddenly fell silent.

"Are you afraid of him?"

Yan Nanfei's next stab was like a knife piercing his heart.

Yang Wulu stared at Yan Nanfei and said coldly: "When I deal with you, I will find him personally!"

Seeing that words still failed to move the figure in front of him, Yan Nanfei sighed helplessly.

Just because the person in front of me is not an easy person, he is the cousin of Yang Wuji, the "Master of Baiyun Temple". He studied under the Kunlun School, and he is very knowledgeable in the "Eighteen Flying Dragon Styles", the unique skill of the Kunlun School.

It's just that his popularity is intolerant and he must retaliate for his anger, which is quite like his brother Yang Wuji.

"If the Taoist priest is not in a hurry, there will be human flesh later!"

Chef Hao suddenly laughed.

Yang Wulu said coldly: "I was waiting, so don't be in a hurry!"

Chef Hao laughed when he heard this, glanced at Fu Hongxue from the corner of his eyes, and continued: "Human flesh is the most replenishing blood. If you eat more human flesh, your face will not turn pale."

He laughed loudly, lifted the copper pot weighing nearly three hundred kilograms and the iron frame together with one hand, and used the broken wood from the carriage to light a fire under the copper pot. The flames flickered and made a "crackling" sound.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yuzhen subconsciously hugged the child in her arms tightly.

The man holding the wine glass suddenly said: "What a white woman!" '

Chef Hao smiled and said: "Such tender meat!"

The girl on the cart shook her head and said, "Poor woman!"

Fu Hongxue felt as if a volcano was about to erupt. The veins on the back of the hand holding the knife protruded, as if the knife was about to be drawn out.

However, Yan Nanfei held his hand and shook his head gently.

Can't move now!

Fu Hongxue naturally understands this truth!

but……

Although these people in front of them pretend to be leisurely, they are actually like a hornet's nest. If they move, the consequences will be disastrous.

But what if it doesn’t move?

If they continue to consume like this, are they really going to wait until they finish eating horse meat before eating human flesh?

Yan Nanfei seemed to be staring at the people in front of him, but he was communicating with Fu Hongxue in a low voice: "Do you know Du Shiqi?"

Fu Hongxue shook her head.

Yan Nanfei lowered his tone: "Although this man is not a hero, he is more chivalrous than the heroes I know. I have made an appointment with him to meet at the Tianxianglou Teahouse in the city ahead. As long as we can If you find him, everything can be solved, and I have a very good relationship with him."

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "You want me to leave?"

Yan Nanfei asked, "Can Zhuo Yuzhen and her child die?"

Fu Hongxue was silent.

He had no answer to this question.

At this time, the chess players were still playing chess, and everyone was still doing what they were doing, paying no attention to them at all, as if they had regarded them as dead people.

Yan Nanfei sighed and said, "As long as you can remember this sentence, then let's go..."

Fu Hongxue said: "How to get there?"

Yan Nanfei continued: "I will create an opportunity for you later!"

opportunity?

Fu Hongxue suddenly raised his head, and the knife in his hand seemed to become heavy at this moment.

He already understood what Yan Nanfei meant. He had no choice now. No matter what, he would never let Zhuo Yuzhen and the child fall into the hands of these people.

But because of that, he was miserable.

Could it be that to save one person in this world, another person must be sacrificed?

Fu Hongxue suddenly had a heavy question in her heart.

Yan Nanfei suddenly moved, and he slowly took a step forward. The direction he moved forward was the girl Fu Hongxue had met in the Ni Family Abandoned Garden.

He didn't know the origin of this girl. He only heard her call herself the second miss of the Ni family, but he understood one thing.

Her martial arts skills are not bad, especially her light skills, which are almost comparable to those of Ming Yue Xin.

When he fought Du Lei, he was still curious and didn't know her origin. But now he has understood that only Gong Ziyu's subordinates can have such martial arts at this age.

There were five women on the cart that Miss Ni Er was sitting on. Apart from her, they were all young and not ugly.

Not ugly means good-looking. The best-looking one is combing his hair. His hair is long and black and shiny.

Yan Nanfei suddenly said: "I heard that King Miao Tianwang has dozens of wives, large and small?"

But Miss Ni Er shook her head and said: "No, you are wrong. He has a total of eighty wives, just because he likes round numbers."

Yan Nanfei continued: "So no matter where he goes, he has to take four or five wives with him, because he may need them anytime and anywhere."

Miss Ni Er blushed a little. Although she was a girl, she already knew a lot about some adult things.

But she is a girl after all, so it is not easy to answer these things directly.

"It is said that he is an energetic man and his wives are blessed, so I am curious about one thing?"

Seeing that the girl did not answer proactively, Yan Nanfei asked in a different way.

"what's up?"

The girl really took the bait.

Yan Nanfei sighed: "You are so beautiful, why didn't he take a fancy to you?"

The girl's face instantly turned red, and the face of the woman combing her hair beside her also turned ugly.

No matter if a man already has many wives, the remaining women will never want to have one more competitor.

Yan Nanfei continued: "What a pity," Yan Nanfei said, "I think you are not only younger, but also more beautiful than the old lady who combed her hair!"

If it were you, King Miao Tian probably wouldn't have to find so many women! "

The expression of the woman combing her hair on the side changed, and she turned to stare at him fiercely.

Now everyone has seen that he is deliberately looking for trouble, but they still can't guess what he is thinking. People who didn't look at him on purpose can't help but look at him more now.

Yan Nanfei shook his head, as if he didn't care, and turned to look at Chef Hao beside him.

Yan Nanfei said, "I've always been curious about one thing?"

Chef Hao asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Nanfei said: "The weather is getting colder now, why not put some chili pepper in the horse meat?"

Chef Hao suddenly sneered. He could tell that Yan Nanfei was deliberately looking for trouble.

Yan Nanfei still thought to himself: "It's a pity that you are all cowardly people. You must not be used to spicy food!"

Chef Hao's face turned pale with anger. At this moment, there was a flash of sword light, and Chef Hao looked at Yan Nanfei in front of him in disbelief.

He could feel his life passing away, because there was a gaping hole in the vital part of his throat, and red blood was pouring out.

"you……"

Before he died, Chef Hao still couldn't figure out one thing.

Yan Nanfei's right hand was broken, and he was obviously reduced to a useless person, but his sword was still astonishingly fast.

Seeing Yan Nanfei's sword strike, Fu Hongxue suddenly had an inexplicable smile on her lips.

Others may not understand the reason for Yan Nanfei's transformation, but he knows it best, because Yan Nanfei's drawing of the sword now has some shadow of him.

Everyone present was shocked at the same time. They also noticed something strange about Yan Nanfei, but they couldn't figure out the specific reason for a while.

"go!"

After stabbing Chef Hao to death with a sword, Yan Nanfei sheathed the sword in his hand again. He glanced at Fu Hongxue and the two people behind him and suddenly reminded him.

The next moment, Fu Hongxue was seen holding Zhuo Yuzhen, while Zhuo Yuzhen was holding the child. Four people, two large and two small, snatched Chef Hao's original cart.

Zhuo Yuzhen put the child into the coffin, Fu Hongxue whipped the horse, and Yan Nanfei lifted the iron frame hanging the copper pot.

When Yang Wulu saw this, he slapped the chessboard and said loudly: Be careful! ""

As soon as he said these two words, Zhuo Yuzhen got into the coffin and closed the lid herself.

With a backhand swing, Yan Nanfei swung out a pot of boiling horse meat, including the pot and iron rack, and flew towards the cart opposite with a "whoosh" sound.

The soup splashed everywhere, the horses neighed, and the carts tipped over.

Pieces of scalding horse meat flew out of the soup like arrows. As long as they touched a little bit, they would immediately scald into blisters.

Everyone on the cart covered their faces with their sleeves and flew up at the same time.

Holding a knife in her right hand and wielding a whip with her left hand, Fu Hongxue rushed past the two overturned forklift trucks with a truck.

The man manicuring his nails on the side was the first to move, holding a throwing knife in his right hand.

Fu Hongxue felt chills all over his body, because in the flying knife in the man's hand, he suddenly felt a hint of threat that he hadn't seen in a long time.

The young man in white suddenly rose into the air, and the flying knife in his hand had already been released.

Yang Wulu on the side stood up at the same time, his hand already tightly grasping the hilt of the sword.

The "Eighteen Flying Dragon Styles" he learned are not as good as the Kunlun School's unique "Eight Great Flying Dragon Styles", but they are still regarded as world-famous swordsmanship.

As soon as he took action, Fu Hongxue's face felt cold, and his eyes seemed to be stabbed by a sharp breath. It was difficult for anyone to open their eyes in this situation.

But he is Fu Hongxue after all. When he was young, he practiced drawing swords in a secret room where he couldn't see his fingers, year after year, day after day!

Even though the carriage had tipped over and the road was not wide, Fu Hongxue still had to concentrate on driving the carriage.

There were no eyes on his back, so he had no idea when the lightning-like sword light would come.

Moreover, even if he knew it, he couldn't turn around and dodge, otherwise even if he avoided the knife, he wouldn't be able to avoid the cart on the road ahead.

But at the critical moment, his knife suddenly penetrated from under his ribs, with a soft "ding" sound, sparks burst out from the dark scabbard, and a four-inch long flying knife was split in half in the air.

And Yang Wulu's sword had already thrust straight out, and his sword came straight to Fu Hongxue's face.

The tip of Yang Wulu's sword had already pierced the bridge of Fu Hongxue's nose, and bright red blood soon oozed from it.

But the next moment, the sword flashed. Blood splattered.

Yang Wulu suddenly saw this flash of light, and he even saw splashing blood drops.

Blood beads actually seemed to splash out from between his eyes.

When he saw these blood beads, it was like a man seeing his own ghost, as if he saw one of his legs separated from his body and kicked himself instead.

He even felt as if his left eye could already see his right eye.

Who can understand how she feels?

nobody.

Only living people can understand the feelings of others, but the head of a dead person never can because it has been split in half.

A person whose head has been split in half should not be able to see anything!

Could it be that the knife was too fast? When the blade struck, my vision was still alive and I could still see what happened in that moment.

This last moment,

How long does a moment last?

With a snap of the finger, it was already sixty seconds.

The strange thing is that in the last moment before death, people can think of many things that they usually can't think of all day and night.

No one knew what he remembered now, and of course he himself would never say it.

Yang Wulu died!

When he fell down, he landed on the hot copper pot.

This was the most promising time in his life to kill Fu Hongxue. This time his sword had almost stabbed Fu Hongxue in the face.

It's just a moment too late!

The strong horses neighed, the carts were gone, and a bloody sword light flew over. Blocked the road.

Fu Hongxue did not look back. He heard Yan Nanfei's slightly heavy breathing. Yan Nanfei must have tried his best to cut off his sword.

He didn't dare to look back. He was afraid that if he turned around, he would stay and fight to the death alongside Yan Nanfei.

It's a pity that some people around him can't die!

Absolutely not!

(End of this chapter)