Anthology of Gu Long: End of the World, Bright Moon, Knife

Chapter 6 The Black Hand's Thumb (1)
What is not a person?
Beast?Is it a ghost?Is it wood and stone?Or fairy Buddha?

Maybe neither.

It's just that what he did happened to exceed the limit of mortal ability, and also exceeded the limit of mortal endurance.

Yan Nanfei had a good explanation: "Even if you are a human being, you can only be regarded as a human being at best."

Fu Hongxue laughed, actually laughed.

Even though he didn't really smile, there was indeed a smile in his eyes.

This is already a rare thing, like a ray of sunshine suddenly appearing in the dark clouds of the storm.

Yan Nanfei looked at him, but suddenly sighed, and said, "What I didn't expect is that you, who is not a human, can laugh."

Fu Hongxue said, "Not only can you laugh, but you can also listen."

Yan Nanfei said, "Then you come with me."

Fu Hongxue said, "Where are you going?"

Yan Nanfei said: "Go to a place where there is no rain, go to a place where there is wine."

There was wine and lights in the small building, and in this cold and rainy spring night, it was even warmer than Fu Hongxue's smile.

But Fu Hongxue only looked up once, and the smile in his eyes froze, and he said coldly, "That's where you go, not mine!"

Yan Nanfei said, "Aren't you going?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Never go."

Yan Nanfei said, "Where I can go, why can't you go?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Because I am not you, and you are not me."

——Because you are not me, you will never know my sorrow and pain.

He didn't say that, and he didn't have to say it.

Yan Nanfei could already see his pain, even his face was distorted by the pain.

This place is just a brothel, a place for people to have fun, why did it cause him such intense pain?Could it be that he also had a painful past in this kind of place?
Yan Nanfei suddenly asked: "Have you seen the person who accompanied me to the Phoenix Collection and played the piano for me?"

Fu Hongxue shook his head.

Yan Nanfei said, "I know you didn't see it, because you never drink alcohol, and you never look at women."

He stared at Fu Hongxue, and slowly continued, "Is it because these two things have hurt your heart?"

Fu Hongxue didn't move or speak, but every muscle on his face was tensed.

Yan Nanfei's words pierced his heart like a sharp needle.

— Where there is joy, why can't there be pain in the past?
—If there is no joy, where does the pain come from?
——Isn’t the distance between pain and joy just a thin line?
Yan Nanfei closed his mouth.

He didn't want to ask anymore, couldn't bear to ask any more.

At this moment, two people flew out from behind the high wall, one fell to the ground with a "pop" and stopped moving, while the other flew up to the tall building opposite with the super lightness of "swallows copying water three times". .

When Yan Nanfei came out, the windows were open and the lights were on!
In the light, only a slender and light figure flickered, and it walked in through the window.

What fell on the ground was an old man in black with a sallow complexion, dry and thin, and a goatee.

As soon as he fell, his breathing stopped.

As soon as Yan Nanfei noticed that his breathing had stopped, he immediately jumped up, swept up the tall building at the fastest speed, and entered through the window!

When he passed through the window, he realized that Fu Hongxue was already standing in the room.

There was no one in the room, just a wet footprint.

The footprints are also very delicate, the swallow-like figure just now is obviously a woman.

Yan Nanfei frowned, and murmured, "Could it be her?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Who is she?"

Yan Nanfei said, "Mingyuexin."

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "There is no moon in the sky, and the bright moon has no heart. Where does the bright moon's heart come from?"

Yan Nanfei sighed, and smiled wryly, "You were wrong, and I was wrong in the first place. I didn't know that Mingyue had intentions until now."

Unintentional is Rose.

Roses are in the sky.

Fu Hongxue said, "Mingyuexin is the owner of this place?"

Yan Nanfei nodded, but before he could speak, there was already a knock on the door.

The door was ajar, and a little girl in a thin spring shirt, with red cheeks and big eyes, walked in with a food box in her left hand and a can of unopened wine in her right hand. Staring at Fu Hongxue for a long time, he suddenly said, "Are you the honored guest our girl mentioned?"

Fu Hongxue didn't understand, not even Yan Nanfei.

The little girl said again: "Our girl said that there is a distinguished guest here, and she specially asked me to prepare food and drinks, but you don't look like a distinguished guest at all."

She didn't even bother to look at Fu Hongxue anymore, she was talking while she turned around to clear the table and rearrange the cups and chopsticks.

That person just now was indeed Ming Yuexin.

The old man in black originally wanted to assassinate Yan Nanfei in the dark, but she killed the old man without showing her face, perhaps because she wanted to lure Fu Hongxue to this small building.

Yan Nanfei laughed, and said, "It seems that her ability to treat guests is far greater than mine."

Fu Hongxue kept a straight face, and said coldly: "It's a pity that I'm not the kind of distinguished guest she imagined."

Yan Nanfei said: "But you are here after all, since you are here, why not stay?"

Fu Hongxue said: "Since I'm here, why didn't you say anything?"

Yan Nanfei smiled again, walked over and patted off the complete sealing mud on the wine jar, immediately there was a burst of wine aroma.

"Good wine!
He smiled and said, "Even I have never had such a good wine when I came here!" "

The little girl was pouring wine, from the jug into the jug, from the jug into the glass.

Yan Nanfei said: "It seems that not only does she recognize you, she also seems to know who you are."

The wine glass was full, and he drank it all in one gulp. Then he turned to face Fu Hongxue, and said slowly, "My wish is not fulfilled, just because there is someone who hasn't died yet."

Fu Hongxue said, "Who is it?"

Yan Nanfei said, "He's a damned person."

Fu Hongxue said, "You want to kill him?"

Yan Nanfei said, "I think about it day and night."

Fu Hongxue remained silent. After a long time, he said coldly, "Damn you, you will die sooner or later. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

Yan Nanfei said bitterly: "Because no one else knows that he deserves to die except me."

Fu Hongxue said, "Who is this person?"

Yan Nanfei said: "Gong Ziyu!"

The room suddenly fell silent, even the little girl who poured the wine forgot to pour it!

Son of a feather!
These three words themselves seem to have a kind of intimidating power.

Raindrops dripped from the eaves like a bead curtain.

Fu Hongxue faced the window. After a long time, he suddenly said, "Let me ask you, in the past 40 years, how many people have been truly heroes?"

Yan Nanfei said, "There are three."

Fu Hongxue said, "Only three?"

Yan Nanfei said: "I didn't count you, you..."

Fu Hongxue interrupted him, and said coldly, "I know I'm not. I can only kill, not save."

Yan Nanfei said: "I also know you are not, because you don't want to do it at all."

Fu Hongxue said, "You mean Shen Lang, Li Xun Huan and Ye Kai?"

Yan Nanfei nodded and said, "Only the three of them are worthy."

No one in the arena can deny this point. The first ten years was the era of Shen Lang, the second decade was Xiao Li flying swords across the world, and the third decade belonged to Ye Kai.

Fu Hongxue said, "The last ten years?"

Yan Nanfei sneered and said, "Today's rivers and lakes are of course dominated by Gong Ziyu."

The wine glass was full again, and he drank it down again: "He is not only the nobleman of the emperor, but also the only descendant of Shen Lang, not only a famous son with literary talents, but also a great knight with superb martial arts!"

Fu Hongxue said, "But you want to kill him?"

Yan Nanfei nodded slowly, and said, "I want to kill him, neither for fame nor for revenge."

Fu Hongxue said, "What is your reason?"

Yan Nanfei said:

"I am for justice and fairness, because I know his secret, and only I..."

He raised his glass for the third time, and suddenly heard a "pop", and the glass shattered in his hand.

His complexion also changed, turning into a mysterious pale color.

Fu Hongxue took a look at him, then suddenly stood up, and with a blow like the wind, he stuffed a pair of silver chopsticks into his mouth, and touched the eight acupuncture points around his heart!

Yan Nanfei had already clenched his teeth, but he couldn't stop biting on the pair of silver chopsticks, so there was still a gap between his teeth.

That's why Fu Hongxue was able to pour a bottle of medicine into his mouth, and put his fingers on his jaw.

Pull out the silver chopsticks, the medicine has entered the stomach.

The little girl was frightened and was about to sneak away when she suddenly found a pair of eyes colder than blades staring at her!
Both the flagon and wine glasses are made of sterling silver, and the mud seal on the jar absolutely cannot be seen to have been tampered with.

But Yan Nanfei had already been poisoned, and after only drinking three glasses of wine, he was deeply poisoned. Where did the poison in the wine come from?

Fu Hongxue turned the wine jar over, the wine poured out, the lights were bright, and there seemed to be a cold star twinkling at the bottom of the jar.

He smashed the wine jar and found a pale blue poisonous nail.

The nail was three inches long, but the wine jar was only over an inch thick. When the spike was driven in from the bottom of the jar, the poison on the tip of the nail would dissolve in the wine.

He immediately found the answer to this question, but it was not the only one.

——The poison comes from the nails, where did the nails come from?

Fu Hongxue's gaze was as cold as a knife's edge, and he said coldly, "Did you bring this can of wine?"

The little girl nodded, her apple-like face turned pale with fright.

Fu Hongxue asked again: "Where did you get it?"

The little girl's voice trembled, and she said, "Our family's wine is all hidden in the cellar downstairs."

Fu Hongxue said, "Why did you choose this can of wine?"

The little girl said: "I didn't choose it, it was our girl who said that we should serve the diners with the best wine, and this can is the best wine!"

Fu Hongxue said, "Where are her people?"

The little girl said: "She is changing clothes because..."

She didn't finish this sentence, someone outside answered it for her: "Because when I came back just now, my clothes were already soaked."

Her voice is beautiful, her smile is even better, her attitude is very elegant, and her attire is very light.

Maybe she can't be regarded as a stunning beauty, but when she walked in, it was like a late spring night, with a faint moonlight shining into the window, which made people feel an indescribable beauty, an indescribable beauty. peace and happiness.

Her eyes were as gentle as a spring moon, but when she saw the poisonous nail in Fu Hongxue's hand, it became sharp.

"Since you can find this nail, you should be able to see its origin." Her pronunciation also became sharper, "This is a unique hidden weapon of the Tang family in the middle of Sichuan. The old man who died outside is Tang Xiang, the only scum of the Tang family, has been here before, and this place is not heavily guarded, and the wine cellar is not locked."

Fu Hongxue didn't seem to have heard her words at all, but just stared at her in a daze, his pale face suddenly flushed, his breathing suddenly became short of breath, the rain had just dried on his face, and cold sweat was already rolling down.

Ming Yuexin raised her head, only to find this strange change on his face, and said loudly: "Could it be that you were also poisoned?"

Fu Hongxue clenched his hands tightly, still couldn't help shaking, turned over suddenly, and shot out of the window like an arrow.

The little girl watched him disappear in surprise, frowned and said, "This person has a lot of problems."

Ming Yuexin sighed softly, and said: "His problem is indeed very deep."

The little girl said: "What disease?"

Mingyue said heartily: "Heart disease."

The little girl blinked and said, "Why is his illness in his heart?"

Ming Yuexin was silent for a long time before sighing: "Because he is also a sad person."

Only wind and rain, no lights.

The town in the darkness is like a desert.

Fu Hongxue had already collapsed, lying beside the gutter in a back alley, curled up and convulsing, vomiting non-stop.

Maybe he didn't vomit anything, but what he vomited was the bitterness and grief in his heart.

He is indeed sick.

For him, his illness was not only an inescapable pain but a humiliation.

Whenever his anger and grief reached the extreme, his illness would break out, and he would hide alone, using the cruelest methods to torture himself.

Because he hates himself, why does he have this disease?

The cold rain hit him like whips were whipping him.

His heart was bleeding, and his hands were bleeding.

He grabbed the sand hard and stuffed it into his mouth along with the blood.

He was afraid that he would moan and howl like a beast.

He would rather shed blood than be seen in pain and humiliation.

But in this uninhabited back alley, someone came.

A slender figure slowly walked over and walked up to him.He didn't see her person, only her feet.

A pair of slender and delicate feet, wearing a pair of soft satin shoes, matching the color of her dress.

The color of her clothes is always clear and light, as light as the spring moon.

Fu Hongxue suddenly let out a beast-like growl, like a fierce tiger with a knife in its belly.

He would rather let the world see his pain and humiliation than let this person see it.

He struggled to jump up, but all the muscles in his body were convulsing and contracting.

She was sighing, bending over with a sigh.

He heard her sigh, and he felt a cold hand caress his face.

Then he suddenly lost consciousness, and all his pain and humiliation were instantly relieved.

When he woke up, he had already returned to the small building.

She was looking at him at the bedside, her clothes were as light as the spring moon, but her eyes were as bright as the autumn stars.

Seeing these eyes, he felt a strange tremor in the depths of his heart immediately, as if the strings of a piano were being plucked for no reason.

But her expression was very cold, and she said indifferently: "You don't need to say anything, I brought you back just because I want to save Yan Nanfei, he is deeply poisoned."

Fu Hongxue closed his eyes, but he didn't know if it was to avoid her gaze, or because he didn't want her to see the pain in his eyes.

Mingyue Xin said: "I know that there are at most three people in the Jianghu who can cure the poison of the Tang family, and you are one of them."

Fu Hongxue didn't respond, but his men suddenly stood up, facing the window, with their backs to her.

He was still wearing his original clothes, and his knife was still in hand. These two things obviously made him feel more at ease, so he didn't come out of the window this time, but asked coldly: "Is he still alive?" exist?"

"It's still there, in the room inside!"

"I'll go in, you wait."

She just stood there, watching him walk in slowly, and seeing his walking posture, her eyes could not help revealing an inexplicable pain and sadness.

After a long time, I heard his voice coming from behind the door curtain: "The antidote is on the table." The voice was still cold, "The poison in him is not deep, and he will wake up after three days, and he will be able to recover after seven days." restored."

"But you can't leave now!" She said quickly, as if she knew he was going to leave soon, "Even if you really don't want to see me, you still can't leave now!"

The wind blew in from the window, and the curtain on the door fluttered slightly, but there was no response from inside.

Are his men gone?
(End of this chapter)