At noon, it started to rain lightly in Guzhou City.

This is the rainy season. The rain has wet everything in Guzhou City, including a carriage walking on the post road. Standing on the carriage is a man wearing a coarse cloth coat. He has his chest exposed and his muscles are strong.

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The eyes of the broken arm were looking straight at the horse track in front of him, and he let the drizzle wash his face and chest, and waved the riding crop with his hand, revealing his mouth full of gold teeth in the rain.

He knew that at this time, a person was waiting for him quietly. This person was waiting for the news he brought. After searching for this news for a day and a night, he finally found a suspicious person who lived in the West Village.

Broken Arm cracked his horsewhip vigorously. He wanted to rush to Guzhou City as quickly as possible. This man would definitely go to Guzhou City.

The rain was still washing the road, and a man appeared in the middle of the road. This man was carrying a load and a bamboo hat to protect him from the rain.

His steps were neither very slow nor very fast. When he entered the post road from the woods on the roadside, the carriage with broken arms had just arrived.

Broken Arm saw this man walking into the road, he immediately stopped the speeding carriage, and shouted loudly with a mouth full of gold teeth: "You don't have eyes when you walk?"

The man on the road did not raise his head. He put down the burden on his shoulders and patted the wet sleeves of his coarse cloth with his hands. The water dripped on the ground with the rain.

"Fortunately my horse has eyes. Didn't you see the carriage?" Broken Arm's voice rose again.

The man still didn't raise his head. He opened the bamboo basket on the burden and took out a small piece of wood with a face carved on it.

The face of this little wooden man is very similar to a broken arm, but the face of this wooden man is very special. Two eyebrows, two black eyebrows, are drawn with heavy strokes.

The rain soon fell on the face carved out of wood. The rain diluted the black eyebrows, and the man sighed.

"Your eyebrows are not pretty, they are different from what I thought," the man said.

"Get rid of the burden, don't block my carriage," Broken Arm looked at the man in front of him, he put down the riding whip in his hand, and jumped out of the carriage.

"I'm watching you. After I finish drawing the wooden man's eyebrows, I will leave." The man took out a pen from his arms. It was a woman's eyebrow-thrushing pen, and its tip was black.

"Your wooden man?" Broken Arm began to collect his gaze in the rain, and his left hand began to exert force. This was Broken Arm knowing a secret. He discovered this secret while staying in the West Village.

He wanted to tell this secret to a person in Guzhou City as quickly as possible. He had already made an appointment with this person in Guzhou City, and this person was Xiao Leixue.

"I like to draw eyebrows on my wooden figures." The man looked at the wooden figures in his hands in the rain. He slowly raised his head. Under the bamboo hat was a pale face with no eyebrows.

"The sword is ruthless, the calligraphy and painting are fragrant, you are a golden messenger," Broken Arm said.

"My pen can only draw eyebrows, because I don't have eyebrows," the man said.

The broken right hand had turned into a palm. When his foot touched the muddy road, his figure immediately floated up and struck the man with his right palm.

The wind from his palm carried the falling rain. Broken Arm saw that the man did not move. The moment he struck out with his right hand, his left hand quietly began to exert force, and his left hand turned into a fist.

This is the most powerful weapon for Broken Arm. This is also what makes him unique. He is left-handed, and everyone he meets will be wary of his right palm. But he kills people with his left hand. His left hand

fist.

Broken Arm doesn't like to use swords or knives. He knows that the left hand is a person's flaw, and this flaw will always be half a beat slower than others.

This would turn out to be a fatal mistake, as his right hand is just useless, but he can use his right hand to confuse his opponent, and even use his right hand to catch the sword thrust out by his opponent.

Shadow saw that his palm had landed on the man. The man did not avoid it. The palm of his broken arm made a sound. He saw that his right palm began to bend.

The left hand of the broken arm had already punched, and his fist hit the man's chest. He believed that this punch could break the man's heart.

Broken Arm saw a hand, which held a paintbrush. The paintbrush had already stabbed the wrist of his left hand.

"I know you are left-handed," the man spat out a sentence with a sinister smile on his face.

Broken Arm immediately understood that this man used his own body to catch his right palm. This was a temptation. What this man was guarding against was his left hand.

The man in front of him seemed to know the secret of the broken arm. He already knew that the left hand was used to kill people with a broken arm. He didn't care about the right palm of the broken arm at all.

There was hesitation in Broken Arm's eyes. This was a human flaw. The moment the pen in the man's hand stabbed his arm, another pen appeared in his hand, and this pen penetrated into Broken Arm's heart as quickly as possible.

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"Women like beauty. A woman who likes beauty has a lot of eyebrow pencils." The man looked at the broken arm in front of him. The rain had already soaked the broken arm's face.

These were the last words that Broken Arm heard. Broken Arm's heart was trembling. He felt the pain in his heart. The pain came suddenly and quickly. He closed his eyes in confusion.

02

Drizzly dusk.

A man carrying a burden walked into Guzhou City.

His clothes were already soaked, and rainwater kept dripping from his bamboo hat.

The man walked into the once lively street.

The rain washed down the street. The street was very quiet in the drizzle. The man walked into a restaurant. The "clear soup noodles" in this restaurant were very fragrant.

03

"When I saw the broken arm, he was already dead. He died a very unjust death." Li Qing looked at the shadow in front of him. The shadow's body was soaked, but he did not tremble, but his voice was very sad when he spoke.

This is a small room. Xiao Leixue and Li Qing are sitting in the room. They are sitting at a big table of the Eight Immortals. In the center of the room are Shadow and Zhang Fan. Shadow is answering Xiao in a sad voice.

Words of tears and blood.

"He was a good helper. He came from his distant hometown, but he died here," Xiao Leixue said in a choked tone. The corners of his eyes were a little moist in the dim room.

"The fatal wound was on the chest, and his heart was penetrated by a sharp instrument," the shadow continued.

"Did the sword stab him in the heart?" Xiao Leiixue asked.

"No! This sharp weapon is very thin. It formed a small hole. I saw this fatal injury," Shadow said.

"Then the knife must not have such a wound?" Xiao Leixue asked.

"Yes!" Shadow said.

"Maybe it's a flying arrow?" Xiao Leixue asked again.

Li Qing thought of Gao Qian's flying arrows, but the arrows could not pierce Broken Arm's heart. Broken Arm was left-handed and he would protect his heart.

"Only two people can doubt this fatal injury," said Zhang Fan, who was standing.

"Who?" Li Qing asked, he wanted to know who could kill this broken arm.

"Feimao Gaoqian, he uses flying arrows," Zhang Fan said. He said what Li Qing thought of Feimao Gaoqian.

"What reason did Gao Qian have to kill Broken Arm?" Li Qing didn't believe the object of suspicion. To him, Gao Qian was very familiar with Li Qing, who had watched Li Qing grow up.

"Maybe there is another person with weird weapons." Zhang Fan did not name this person this time, but everyone knew this person.

"The person you are talking about must be me!" This person's voice has been heard from outside the room. Su Hai opened the door and walked in. This is the backyard of Zuixian Building, and it is also Su Hai's room. When he opened the door, Li Qing

I saw the big tree in the yard.

Su Hai was very calm when he came in. He was holding a lantern in his hand. He raised the lantern and looked at Zhang Fan who was speaking. He sighed softly and walked to the corner of the room.

The room immediately became brighter the moment Su Hai entered. Su Hai turned around. He had already put down the lantern. At this moment, Su Hai was holding an oil lamp in his hand.

The oil lamp had been lit, and the cotton wick in the oil lamp made a strange sound. The flame of the oil lamp wick was like a snake's tongue.

Su Hai took out a pen from his arms. It was a paintbrush. He used the tip of the paintbrush to flick the wick of the oil lamp. The flame of the wick immediately jumped up and the strange sound disappeared immediately.

The lighted oil lamp was placed on the table in the room. Su Hai picked up the brush in his hand and looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Is this the brush you are talking about?"

"no!"

"I'm a god, can I do the clone technique?"

"no!"

"I'll be here, using my super powers to kill people miles away?"

"cannot!"

"So you are an idiot," Su Hai stopped asking, and turned around to look at Li Qing in front of him. Li Qing saw the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth trembling.

"Do you believe that Feimao Gaoqian killed Broken Arm?"

"Don't believe it?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Because I am Li Qing, I am a friend of Ghost King Xiao Leixue, and Gao Qian is also a friend of mine," Li Qing replied.

"This is a very good reason. I believe it was not Gao Qian who killed Broken Arm," Su Hai's eyes moved to Xiao Leixue. He was waiting for Xiao Leixue's answer.

"Hey! I trusted my own judgment," Xiao Leixue coughed. The poison in him seemed to have not been cured yet. As he spoke, Li Qing noticed that his strong body was trembling.

"Swords are ruthless, while calligraphy and painting are fragrant. I thought the most terrifying golden messenger was the sword, but now I know that the most terrifying golden messenger is the painting messenger," Xiao Leixue tried his best to say what was in his heart.

"The book is the Iron Book Messenger. He is dead. Who is the Painting Messenger? This messenger may not necessarily use a paintbrush?" Li Qingdao.

"Yes, he definitely didn't use a paintbrush," Xiao Leixue replied affirmatively.

"You are wrong, he used a paintbrush," Su Hai suddenly said something, which surprised everyone in the room.

"Brush?" Li Qing looked at Su Hai.

"It's a paintbrush. This person uses the pen that women use to draw their eyebrows. This is also a paintbrush," Su Hai said.

"How do you know? This kind of pen can also kill people?" Zhang Fan interjected. This was the first time he heard that the pen used to draw women's eyebrows can also kill people.

"Because I am a know-it-all in the world, and I happen to know that there is such a person in the world," Su Hai said with resentment in his eyes.

"This woman must be very powerful!" Zhang Fan said again.
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