Death Sutra

The furnishings in the room were emptied, leaving only a table at the door with a small candle on it, and the dim light could not even be ten steps away.

"I am very happy to talk to you." Shangguan cut very casual, but did not show contempt, he circled a small circle to determine the size and layout of the house.

Such a move is more like a respect, indicating that he has regarded the Dragon King as an enemy worthy of serious consideration.

Gu Shenwei is very familiar with the official residence of the Governor. He does not need to check it. He pulls out the Wufeng knife in advance, puts the scabbard on the table, and the light shines on his left hand, mapping a thick blue vein, crawling like a strip. Little snake.

"I am also very happy." Gu Shenwei said, turned and walked to the middle of the main hall, and gently swiped a few knives.

Shangguan fell to the table at the door, and the right hand held the corner of the table. It was less than a foot away from the scabbard. "You took my right hand and tried it. I will try my left palm. Beware, if you find the palm of your hand. It’s already late, all the time.”

Gu Shen nodded. "I will try my best to get the knife first. I look for the target in the dark, not the eyes or the ears."

Shangguan fell and nodded. "Do you have someone who wants to take care of it? As long as he is honest, I can let him go."

Gu Shenwei thought about it seriously, "No."

"Well, yes, if this person is not willing to take revenge for your death, why should he take care of him? If he has to avenge you, care is useless. Very good."

The performance of the two is not like a killer at all. It is not even like an enemy with a deep hatred. From the beginning to the end, no one has mentioned the killing of the door a few years ago. It is an ordinary action for Shangguan. Without any explanation, Gu Shenwei has already indicated his attitude in actual action. There is really no need to make a verbal threat.

Shangguan cut his hand and wiped out the candle. The dim light left the last afterimage. At the same moment, the two people in the room disappeared from the original position.

In the courtyard, dozens of people listened, and Pang Jing even ordered people to take the streets away. In order to reduce the noise, the result is pure and superfluous, even the people with the best ears can't hear anything. After a quarter of an hour, everyone gave up.

Pang Jing asked inexplicably: "Is the competition in Saitama City so quiet?"

A fat man smiled and said: "It is said that the first move of the killer is the most important, so I am not willing to rush, but try to hide my whereabouts, look for the flaws of the other side, there is no sound inside. trick."

"What if anyone can't find the other person?" Pang Jing asked.

"Oh, this is hard to say. As far as I know, there have been killers for a few days and nights. It depends on who is more patient and able to persist."

“A few days and nights?” Pang Jing frowned and felt that he was fooled. I knew that the maximum time limit should be stipulated. “Let’s not sit down. All the city’s carnival, everyone should be happy. Come and drink."

Pang Jing waved his hand and forgot that he was not the owner of the house.

However, this did not affect the validity of the order. His subordinates rushed to find the wine, and the servants who showed the instructions in the house came out to drink. Other audiences also used various methods to pass orders to the outsiders.

It’s another quarter of an hour. There is still no sound in the main hall. The courtyard that was originally used for comparison has been filled with a rich banquet. Dozens of fine wines and wines are piled on the side. All kinds of novel fruit snacks come out like tricks, and even Cherry, watermelon, fruit that will be produced in summer.

Pang Jing tasted and admired. Providers often stand out in red light, as if they have won an important game.

The dog slaughtered at the gate and shook his head. "This is the match between the Dragon King and the One Step King. How come... How could it be like this?"

The south screen can't see the inside, but the sound heard is enough to explain everything. "It should be like this."

"What do you mean?" The butcher looked at the south screen in surprise.

"People who are used to killing and are not qualified to participate in killing will regard killing as a game. You see, not everyone is drinking."

The slaughtering dogs looked at it. Sure enough, the guards around them were still loyal to their duties. Many of them were not only executing orders, but also making full use of every opportunity to look to the main hall, showing strong concern, even the Central Plains, especially those The martial arts, who are also serious about whispers, seem to be arguing who the final winner will be.

The people who really care about the contest are still a few. The people on the street have already become a drunkard in the first step. They are wandering in the east, ambiguously yelling at the rhetoric, inexplicably hitting and being beaten, and have forgotten the contest tonight. After all, that There is no direct impact on them.

The dog's gaze fell on Pang Jing. It was his enemies and the leader of the joyful atmosphere. Then he said to Chu Nanping: "So, it is really not worth fighting for the city owner."

"This is the way for ordinary people to survive. If every killing is taken seriously, Saitama City will be in the midst of years of gloom. No one can suffer this kind of torture. These people who are happy and happy will be generous after the results of the competition. The dedication of money and loyalty is enough to make up for their rudeness."

The slaughter dog couldn't help but look at the south screen. "You can't see that you are more open than my old man."

"Old man." Chunan screen show smile.

"The old man of the wood." The dog shook his head. He couldn't tell whether he hated or admired the "guy". "He must be very disappointed. He hopes everyone is afraid of him, but Yucheng will only regard him as a play." ""

A knight ran down the street and interrupted the conversation between the two men. The knight jumped off the horse and went straight to Xu Xiaoyi. "Dragon King... Is the competition still not over yet?"

Xu Xiaoyi recognized that this was a Shule national soldier and hurriedly asked: "What happened? What happened in the west?"

The Cavaliers have not yet answered, and another Central Plains soldier galloped away, and pushed down the crowd. Pang Jing, who shouted loudly in the government, said: "Qingbing adults, the riots in the west of the Shule army, it seems that several groups of people have fought."

The news surprised everyone. Xu Xiaoyi grabbed the arm of the Shule soldier. "What the **** is going on?"

The Shule soldiers were sweating. "There is a conflict between His Royal Highness and the General Wu. I don't know the details."

"Who sent you to report?"

"Nobody, I found things wrong. I ran immediately, I am loyal to the Dragon King."

At this time, it is impossible to call out the Dragon King. Xu Xiaoyi needs to make his own decision. He glanced at the Jinpengbao staff not far away. He whispered: "It is not a time, and you must not let this news disturb the Dragon King..."

In the courtyard. Pang Jingzheng was drinking on Xingtou and cheering. "Hit it, then live a little more. Dragon King, have you heard it? You haven't died yet, the people underneath will make trouble!"

The dragon army guards who guarded the house were all furious, but the order was in the body. No one dared to refute publicly. The dog was especially angry. The infuriating luck, with a higher voice, said: "The Dragon King rest assured that the dog will go to calm the riots."

The dog was just about to leave, and the south screen whispered, "Go first to find the dragon and turn the clouds."

The butcher nodded and added: "Good." Riding the horse of the Shule soldier, rushing to the Nancheng Army.

Pang Jing heard the words "slaughter dog", his face changed slightly, and his mood was greatly affected. When he looked at the gate, people were gone. He only had time to scream.

The banquet is still going on. Except for Pang Jing, everyone else has a little bit of heart and mind. At the same time, when the face is full of smiles, I will start thinking about how to be enchanted by the winners before they can stand out among the crowd.

There are many people gathered at the gate. They were all followers of the people in the house. Xu Xiaoyi lowered his head and began to show uneasiness. The first south screen stood next to him and whispered: "Don't worry. The Dragon King will not be affected."

"Yes, I am not in a hurry, hehe." Xu Xiaoyi said awkwardly, looking up at the south screen, as if he had just discovered his arrival, "You should not come out."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the eyes are already like this, I got used to habits sooner or later."

In the face of his best friend, Xu Xiaoyi quieted down. Although he never figured out the changes in the early years, he still remembers the happy time of the past. At that time, he always took the idea of ​​a small photo, and every time he was awkward, Always he tried to ease it. "Don't leave me, I need your protection."

The first south screen touched the long sword at the waist and nodded earnestly.

In the past half of the fourth, there was still no sound in the main hall. The civil strife of the Shule Army seemed to be still going on, but there was not much news. At this time, there was news from the east of the city: Tieshan retreated from the four sangha blues.

What followed was a bunch of contradictory rumors. It was said that Tieshan’s fiasco was beaten. It was said that the four sangha blues were burned out by a fire. Some of the monk leaders of Tieshan were killed. For example, the old man of the wood and the old man died in the chaos, and it was more lively than the riots in the west of the city.

The night of the night is coming to an end. There are countless people lying on the street, no matter the men and women, and they are sleeping. Those who are still awake don’t want to drink any more. From now on, they gather slowly outside the Ducheng official residence. They are eager to know the result.

Pang Jing’s Jiu Xing also disappeared. He didn’t fall down. He just yawned and the news on both sides of the story came one after another. He listened to all the jokes and did not make any effort to calm the chaos. Four thousand Central Plains soldiers, standing in the distance of the four sangha blue, have not received instructions from the offensive.

I don't know who is looking up first. Not long after, more and more people made this move, pointed to the sky, issued a series of exclamations, and finally exclaimed to the government, Pang Jing also looked up and said with surprise: "The bright stars have never seen such a big one. Is that a god?"

Outside the Fuchu House, hundreds of people looked up at the huge and bright star, and gradually became awe-inspiring. Suddenly someone said in confusion: "Isn't that the stone fort fire?"

The staff of Jinpengbao had already felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly called his men to whisper, and he was still calm when faced with the eyes of the people. "No, if the stone castle is on fire, someone should have sent the news."

"It may be that no one ran out." Chu Nanping said that he had angered the eyes of Jinpengbao, and he did not know what he was.

"Jinpeng Fort is on fire!" Pang Jing shouted, and then issued a lazy laughter.

The laughter did not fall, the window of the main hall suddenly broke open, flying out of something, rubbing the side of Pang Jing and falling to the ground.

That is a knife, the dragon king's Wufeng knife.

Pang Jing’s laughter stopped short.

(Seeking for a recommendation) (To be continued.)