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Chapter 84 The Death of the Bandit (Thanks to Light and Darkness 0516 million reward)

Dark clouds are in the sky, covering the bright moon.

Du Zhanpeng was leaning against the wall with a spear in his arms, hoping to shelter some of the cold wind that threatened his life in winter. There was a torch burning next to him, and the little heat barely prevented him from being like those people in the cage. Fall asleep in the wind and never wake up again.

But the old man caught a few days ago was an exception...

For an old cripple to survive in this kind of weather for so long, his life is hard enough.

Ha breathed a sigh of relief, and the people and companions around him were not interested in talking in this kind of weather, and neither was he.

Winter is a lazy season, especially after the first lunar month, he always thinks uncontrollably of the children in his hometown and his wife. At this time in the past, it should be a family of three nestling by the stove with two sweet potatoes roasting on top , The sweet potato should be baked to be browned and browned. It is best to ooze out the sticky thing like honey, so it is delicious.

My son loves that the most.

It's been a year, and I should have grown taller.

A smile appeared on the corner of Du Zhanpeng's mouth, he breathed into his hands again, rubbed them together, and the thoughts in his heart became clearer, he wanted to work hard here, gain trust, and then take the opportunity to escape, during this time he had put in a lot of effort , the superior appreciates him, he should be able to go out to watch the wind by himself soon, and he will have the opportunity to escape.

Just work harder...

At this moment, there seemed to be a trace of abnormal smell in the air. Du Zhanpeng was slightly stunned, and carefully searched for memories in his mind, but he still couldn't find out. companion.

The black clouds dissipated.

The companion who was supposed to be sleeping fell to the ground at some point. In front of him, a figure from eighteen levels of hell raised his head. Under the hideous mask of a prison-breaking dragon and beast, a pair of black and white eyes quietly looked at him. Scarlet viscous liquid flowed out from everywhere, and the cold fear instantly clenched Du Zhanpeng's heart.

He instinctively wanted to scream, and an afterimage suddenly lit up in front of his eyes. Under the night, he was even more drowsy than the night. With a sore throat, he fell into the darkness completely.

The dark clouds are gradually disappearing, and the stars and the moon are in the sky.

It's not suitable for killing people, it's suitable for rehabilitating.

Wang Anfeng walked in this village like a ghost. The robbers were smart, but they never thought that they personally invited this evil spirit back. The Nine Palaces of Taoism were enough to hide him from the blind spot of these robbers. He once carried a thousand catties of chains , stepping on the snow is just as usual, now there is no weight, it is not difficult to step on the snow without traces, and to move silently.

Shaolin Changquan is not suitable for killing people.

But the straight stab taught by Mr. Ying was extremely fierce, infused with thunder energy, and in the icy cold wind, killing people did not require a second move.

At this time, Wang Anfeng was unusually calm and rational, hiding in the darkness, just like warriors fighting, not in a hurry, after the murder, he hid him in the dark crevices on the spot, quietly and effectively investigating.

He didn't intend to let go of any of them.

As time went on, his moves became slower, one by one the robbers died under the sword in the dark, and none of them was able to fight back.

Until now, the house in the center of Dazhai is still brightly lit, the man's rough laughter is mixed with the woman's pain, the afterglow of the red candle is flickering, and the figures fall on the windows and doors, twisting and dancing, like evil spirits, again and again. Covered by an ink color.

On the green bamboo, a trace of purple thunder flashed, roasting the flesh and blood on the bamboo, emitting a hellish stench.

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As the morning dawned, the old man leaned against the cage in the cold wind like a dead body.

Consciousness gradually blurred in the wind, and just before falling into darkness, he almost instinctively picked up a sharp stone next to him and smashed it hard at his thigh, with a low scream from his throat, but the old man regained consciousness by this , the body trembled, gasping for breath, a lot of sweat soon seeped from the forehead, and the dirty white hair was wet and stuck to the wrinkled face.

The old man sat panting for a while, dragged his inconvenient right leg, barely reached the edge of the railing, stretched out his hand, picked up the water that had been frozen into shattered ice from the 'rice bowl', and brought it in tremblingly, the ice surface was dirty , There were even sundries such as dried grass in it, but the old man didn't even look at it, he directly stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, and then took the food that was already emitting a stench, and swallowed it in a big mouthful.

With something in his belly, the old man regained his energy, barely leaning against the cold wall, looking at the sky.

The young man has been taken away for a few hours, it may be more or less ominous.

"I am a mighty Great Qin... I am a mighty Great Qin..."

The old man clenched his teeth and his nose was slightly sour.

The sky lightened up slightly, and the sunrise in winter was a icy turn, pale, icy, chilling blue, spread out in the sky and far away, the old man breathed out a breath of cold air, knowing that it would appear soon In the warm sun, there is something to look forward to in my heart, but it is even more sad in a flash.

The sun is rising outside...

But how can the sun get rid of the disgusting things in this village?
The sun is still falling down as usual, and the sun in winter is thin and cool, but it is already commendable.

The old man tremblingly stretched out his right hand, praying for a trace of warmth.

It seems that because of dawn, crisp and short bird calls came from the distant mountains. At first, they were only faint, but in a blink of an eye, they continued to be sad and sad.

The old man's body suddenly stiffened. He heard the bird song, although it was far and near, but it became clearer and clearer. After confirming that it was not his imagination, his eyes widened slowly, and his lips were trembling:

"I'm coming……"

"Finally touched it..."

The old man wanted to laugh, but tears came from the corners of his eyes. He sat down and rolled up the trousers on his right leg, revealing a new hideous wound. He touched the sharp stone with his right hand, breathed lightly, and moved towards his right leg. The leg was stabbed hard.

The scars that had just grown better were opened, and the last trace of blood had faded from the already pale face. The stone in his hand fell to the ground, and the sharp part was covered with blood and pus, which was quite glaring. The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly. , into the wound to caress.

His body was trembling because of the severe pain, but because he was worried that the robbers would find out, he couldn't make a sound and endured the severe pain in silence.

The old man's skinny body trembled suddenly, and he let out a muffled growl in his throat. Finally, he took out a delicate object. The five fingers of his right hand were already covered with blood. Holding it on the ground, it struggled to the mouth of the cage bit by bit, and the cuckoo's cry of blood became more and more shrill, echoing far and near.

Hitting his head on the cold rusty railing, he barely supported himself up, the corners of the old man's mouth curled up, his eyes were full of vicious hatred.

The right hand stuck out of the cage, and the left hand used all the strength of the whole body to pull it hard. The blood and pus did not affect the delicate mechanism. The flame ignited and scorched the palm of the old man, but he only felt a warmth, and the fireworks rose into the sky. , exploded with a bang, dispelling the night that had not yet completely dissipated, and turned into a huge ancient seal, with sharp strokes, like blood red.

Qin!
The cuckoo cries blood in the ears, and suddenly stops.

The old man turned over and lay down on the ground, the sharp pain in his leg was still there, but he was already familiar with it. He put a layer of coarse salt near the firework, and then put it into the cut wound on his thigh. Along the way, he relied on this severe pain to Struggling against the effects of the narcotic, drop the marker carefully.

Three days, three full days.

Finally... I thought the mark was scattered by beasts and I couldn't find it, but I didn't want to, and I still won the bet!
The old man laughed out loud, his eyes fearless.

die without regret.

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In the cold wind, tall figures in ordinary Orion clothes kept silent, gathered from the surrounding mountains and forests, and gathered towards the place in the sky where the Chinese character Qin has been lingering for a long time. It is covered with frost and morning dew, but it is still firm.

The thieves are smart, they can only take off their armor and disperse into the forest like ordinary hunters, looking for signs.

Afraid of scaring grass and startling snakes, no fire is lit at night.

For three full days, without sleep!
Before the bloody Qin characters faded away, eighty Qin soldiers rushed into the village, but only found many dead bodies lying down. The leading man swept his eyes and found the traces of the old man. Slash twice to split the cage.

Seeing his figure, the old man first breathed a sigh of relief, with joy on his face, but then turned into anger again, raised his hand and slammed it heavily on the face of the man who was supporting him, grabbed his collar with one hand, and pointed at him with a trembling right hand. Looking at the hanging corpse, his eyes were red, and he asked in a trembling voice:

"How late..."

"Why is it so late?!"

The man received a slap, opened his mouth, and said:
"The future is late, and I am willing to be dealt with by military law."

"Military law ass, I am no longer your officer, I am a weak staff officer, I have no right to punish you..."

The old man took two steps back, panted twice, pulled out the waist knife of the soldier next to him, and shouted in a hissing voice:
"Kill all the scum!"

After the voice fell, he coughed violently again, leaning on a Daqin sword, staggering and refusing to fall.

On this day, eighty Qin soldiers, dressed in commoner clothes and armed with knives, entered the village, only to find the corpses of robbers.

From ordinary pawns to the seven bandit leaders, all were killed.

The death pattern is uniform, and there is an empty hole in the throat.

The bandit leader Yuan Yuanji died in the mansion he built with money. His eyes were wide open and he could not rest in peace. Holding his knife in his hand, he seemed to have spotted his opponent. A beautiful woman was in a coma, her delicate body was carefully covered with a black dress, the whole body was black, only the cuffs and collar were pure white, not stained with any dust.

The old man pushed away the crowd, staggered to the bandit leader with a knife in his hand, his chest heaved violently, he grinned, and said:
"Yuan Yuanji, old man, entrusted by the hundreds of fellow villagers who died unjustly, I'm here to give you my best wishes."

After speaking, mustering up his strength, the Daqin War Saber whistled and chopped on the bandit leader's body. The warrior was strong and only made a knife mark, but the old man kept chopping and chopping with the knife as if he didn't notice, the blade flashed, It reflects the ferocious and terrifying old man's crazy demeanor like a ghost and a murderer.

I don't know how long it took to chop and chop until the saber fell to the ground. The palm of the old man couldn't help shaking because of the loss of strength, and then he stopped. The old man gasped and looked at the hateful face that was almost chopped to pieces, and collapsed on the ground, wailing. cry.

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