After the failure of the siege, Xie Qirong stayed in Yulin. At that time, he was chasing the owl flying in the sky with a stick by the river. His whereabouts are unknown since then. I have no idea where he went.
To be honest, I don't know why Xie Qirong always remembers me.
You know, he doesn't even recognize his old friends from the Changchun Society.
Chu Dahe cut off one of his hands and lost his life. Now Chu Xiaotian, who calls himself his grandson, comes to seek revenge from Xie Qirong.
The girl Lanlan was driving at high speed and my hands were handcuffed. I couldn't help but talk to her again.
"Brother, please untie it for me. We can discuss anything."
"You have only met him once, and you have no idea how powerful Xie is. He is a lunatic! Where are you going to find him? Besides, if you go there, you will probably never come back."
"Shut up!"
Chu Xiaotian's eyes were firm and he pointed at me and said sternly: "Listen, Xiang. With my grandfather's status in the association, it is not difficult to find where the person named Xie is."
The big knife was wrapped tightly with black cloth and placed under the car seat. Chu Xiaotian picked it up, touched the handle of the knife and said: "Our Chu family's knife was even stronger than the Peking coal saber back then. Grandpa once said
However, he said that I was extremely talented and all I lacked was experience."
Chu Xiaotian's eyes were firm. I didn't know where he got the confidence, so I just listened to him continue to talk to himself:
"I touched the knife at the age of five, the knife-melting style at the age of fifteen, and the knife skills at the age of 18. As soon as the Chu family's sword skills are revealed, who dares to stop me!"
I don't know what the sword power is, but I just think it sounds awesome.
"Brother Tian, don't talk nonsense to this guy. We'll be there in about three hours. Do you want to make a call to Mr. Qin?"
"No need, the place has been determined. Mr. Qin has already taken risks by telling this. We can't push further."
"Hey, can you stop the car on the side of the road? I want to use the toilet."
"be honest!"
Lan Lan, who was driving, said in a cold voice: "Be honest and cooperate. If you dare to be petty again, I will chop your **** off with a knife!"
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The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes were completely different from the image of the coquettish disco dancer before. She didn't seem to be the same person.
My hands were handcuffed and I couldn't jump out of the car on the highway. I arrived in Yulin more than two hours later.
The weather is very strange. The two places are hundreds of miles apart. There is nothing in Xianyang, but at around three o'clock in the morning, it is snowing here in Yulin.
Snowflakes fell on the car's front windshield, making it necessary to turn on the wipers.
The place we went to was not Yulin City, but a remote town in Yulin. The car was driving fast, and a road sign flashed past the window. I couldn't see it clearly. It seemed to be some village in the valley.
The car slowed down after entering the village. It was still late at night and the villagers were all sleeping. Finally, the car stopped at the entrance of a breeding farm and turned off the lights.
The door was closed, everything was dark, and there was a pile of chicken manure piled in the southwest corner.
"Brother Tian, is this the place Master Qin mentioned?" Lan Lan put down the car window and looked at the chicken farm in the darkness.
Chu Xiaotian lowered his head and flipped through his phone, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, it's right here, Gudimao Village. This is the only chicken farm that meets the requirements here. Mr. Qin said that according to internal intelligence, a man named Xie was there two days ago.
This place is haunted. He must have killed the father and daughter owners of the breeding farm and moved in by himself."
Lan Lan nodded, frowned and whispered: "Brother Tian, I am too young to know who Lord Ma is, but I heard from others that he is a very powerful person. We only seek revenge, no matter what means we use. Brother Tian, you must
Don’t be too pretentious.”
When we arrived at the village, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Looking around, except for the black and red gate of the breeding farm, the rest of the place was all silvery white. There was not even a single footprint in the surrounding area.
"Don't worry Lanlan, I know what you mean. I won't overestimate you. A lion will fight a rabbit with all his strength."
"Let's go! Get off!"
"Let's go!"
My hands were tied behind my back, and Chu Xiaotian pushed me forward with a big knife on his back.
"Brother Tian, the door seems to be locked." Lan Lan whispered.
"I'll come, you watch him."
Chu Xiaotian took two steps forward and started to pry open the door. Lan Lan changed places with him.
For these few seconds, there was no one around me.
Seeing the gap, I turned around and ran!
"Boy!"
Chu Xiaotian stopped prying open the door and turned around to chase me. I couldn't run fast with my hands behind my back, and there was snow on the ground. I ended up being held down after running a few dozen meters.
"Run! How dare you fucking run!"
He raised his hand angrily and wanted to slap me.
"Bah!"
I'm so embarrassed, I've come this far! How could I give him a good look? I just spit on his face.
A mouthful of phlegm stained his forehead and made it stringy.
Chu Xiaotian wiped his face, became furious, and reached out to slap me in the mouth.
"Wait a minute, Brother Tian."
"I think I heard footsteps! Someone is coming out!"
Lan Lan looked panicked and hurried over and lay down on the snow.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the chicken farm opened with a creak, and Chu Xiaotian hurriedly knelt down and put a knife against my chest, meaning to keep me quiet.
The door slowly opened, and after five or six minutes, a dark figure sneakily poked its head out and looked outside.
There was a colored steel tile eave blocking the door, and it was quite dark. I couldn't see the person's face clearly, but I just saw that he was tall and thin.
The dark shadow pushed open the door and walked backwards. There seemed to be something heavy in his right hand, dragging it along in the snow.
After taking a few steps and seeing clearly, my pupils dilated instantly!
It’s Xie Qirong.
We haven’t seen each other for a few months. Now Xie Qirong has empty sleeves and only one arm. I don’t know if he is wearing a long women’s white down jacket. It's not that it's been washed, it doesn't look that dirty anymore.
There was a torn belt tied around the waist of his down jacket, and the rattle was pinned to the belt. There was a bird cage hanging on the belt on the other side, and there was a pure white owl in the cage.
It was not over yet, and it was only after he came out that he could see clearly that he was holding a human thigh with his right hand and was dragging a woman through the snow. The woman was lying face down in the snow and was being dragged away, motionless, as if
It's dead.
"Cuckoo. Cuckoo."
The white owl in the cage suddenly kept hooting without knowing whether it saw a stranger.
Xie Qirong dragged the dead man's legs and turned to look around the snow.
I swallowed hard.
At this moment, I can clearly hear my heartbeat.
Just like this, "pop, pop, pop" and the heartbeat is getting faster and faster, almost popping out.
"Boom. Boom"
Xie Qirong whistled with a relaxed expression. He looked down at the owl in his cage. Without saying a word, he started dragging the dead man's legs forward again.
I was so frightened that my heart was in my throat. I wondered if the person he was dragging was the former mistress of the chicken farm.
Next to him, Chu Xiaotian, who was lying on his back, was trembling all over, especially his right hand, which was constantly tightening its grip on the handle of the knife.
Suddenly, it seemed like I couldn't bear it any longer.
Chu Xiaotian slowly stood up.
The moment he stood up, the black cloth wrapped around the knife slowly fell down and fell to the snow in circles.
Twenty-nine broadswords, the blade suddenly appeared cold, and an inch-long white light flashed across my eyes.
Chu Xiaotian was not bragging, the moment he held the handle of the knife, his aura did change, and his eyes became very cold.
Maybe this indescribable feeling is what he calls the power of the sword.
Chu Xiaotian's right hand slipped.
The tip of the Sichuan knife dragged the ground, and he began to rush towards Xie Qirong quickly.
