The few people who had been noisy just now winked at each other, and then moved to corners, covering their bodies, holding their breath and concentrating.
According to past practice, when there is thick fog at night for no reason, it is the time when the murderer kills.
Now the fog has appeared.
Has the murderer sneaked closer?
Where will he break into the prison?
Door? Window? Patio?
Or, enter through the wall?
Six pairs of eyes were constantly patrolling the four corners of the room.
Between hesitations.
"Crunch."
The main door of the prison slowly opened.
The thick fog poured out of the door like a wave of water released from a floodgate, and in the mist, a bright red dress quietly emerged.
The moonlight shines brightly.
The clear night sky falls from outside the house, matching the color of the fog.
The person's plain short clothes, thin sword and a ferocious ghost face were reflected.
The serial killer visits as scheduled.
…………
Since it was an ambush, how could there not be a trap?
At the gate, there is a big net on the beam directly above. The Zhang brothers are holding on to the rope, breathing rapidly. Four small colorful flags are standing in the four corners. Taoist Feng is making magic tricks with his hands, and his lips are moving.
Just one step.
The murderer will step into the trap and be unable to escape.
But.
Until the six people stared at her until her eyes were sore and her palms were sweating, she stood firmly outside the door.
Let the moonlight outline mist like sand, lingering on the thin and thin sword blade, climbing up the slender waist, and the plain white skirt of the clothes, making the evil ghost mask even more blurry.
But his feet never moved even half a step.
…
Feng Chong licked his dry lips.
Although this young Taoist tried his best to appear shrewd, several old men had already seen that he was a fresh-faced man.
At the moment, the prey has not stepped into the trap for a long time, and he is already confused and completely at a loss.
And this time.
However, the Ranger suddenly appeared from hiding, and Shi Shiran stood in the hall, confronting the ghost-faced woman coldly.
He was immediately startled and wanted to ask questions, but was afraid of exposing himself. He was so entangled in his heart that he saw Zheng Tong next to him also get out.
"That little gadget has been noticed by others a long time ago."
The butcher picked up the sword, "Bah, bah" twice, spit into the palm of his hand, and stepped forward to stand side by side with the ranger.
"Why hide your head and hide your tail? Just have a good fight!"
He shouted loudly, but there was still no movement in the corner where the few remaining people were hiding.
It wasn't until the ghost-faced woman took out a few coins and threw them out one by one, knocking the flag away and knocking down the trap. Only then did the few people finally give up their luck and walk out.
…………
The ranger looked at his opponent carefully.
The ghostly face covers the face, making it difficult to see the real face, only revealing a slender neck that is easily broken; the body is tall but slender, presumably lacking the strength to fight for a long time; the skirt is too long, which is not conducive to movement; the length of the sword is appropriate, But it's too thin and fine, as if it would break if touched.
But just such a person and such a sword made him, a man accustomed to fighting, feel a heavy pressure.
"Deserves a hundred taels!"
He said this in his heart.
Then he silently pulled out the second horizontal knife on the right side of his waist. The frost blade was like snow and the cold light shone on people. This was a silent invitation to fight.
Although the other party was speechless, he gladly accepted the invitation with actions and stepped into the house with his sword in hand.
The ranger nodded, took a long breath, held down his excited heart, held the knife in front of him, and said in a concentrated voice:
"This sword is two feet and seven inches long and weighs one pound and eighty taels. It is made into steel and quenched into a blade. In the autumn of the fourth year of Tianbao..."
However, the words are half-finished.
I heard a loud shout in my ears: "What nonsense!"
Zheng Tuzi rushed forward like a whirlwind, raised his knife and laughed:
"Eat a certain knife first."
The Zhang brothers also seemed to have smelled blood and got hyenas, and followed them with smiles.
for a while.
On the other hand, the ranger who came out first was holding back half of his lines and fell behind.
…
Butcher Zheng turned the blade into a horn and plowed it like a wild ox.
The ghost-faced woman spun around, disappearing and then reappearing in the hazy mist, but she had already appeared behind the butcher.
The thin and thin sword blade seemed to lose its shape as it was swung rapidly, blending into the mist. At first glance, the ghost-faced woman seemed to be driving a cloud of mist towards the butcher's neck.
Later, Zhang Shaonan came to help hurriedly.
But what he used was not the two daggers in his hands, but a flimsy object that seemed to have no lethality.
But just such a thing made the ghost-faced woman pause and jump away suddenly.
The thing fell on Zheng Tuzi, right on his forehead when he turned around.
"WTF?"
Butcher's nose twitched.
A fishy stench filled the nose.
Pull it off and take a look.
Damn it!
It's a menstrual cloth!
The butcher was furious and couldn't care less about the ghost-faced woman. He slammed the thing in his hand to the ground, jumped up and cursed:
"You damn genius! If you keep throwing around such obscene things, I'll take your brother's head off first!"
Zhang Shaonan chuckled: "What are you afraid of? Isn't it the one who destroys evil?"
"Destroy your ancestors!"
There was a mess here, but Zhang Tong quietly touched the side, not knowing where to shoot, and heard:
"Clang!"
There was a loud noise.
A thick wooden board covered with iron was turned upside down, sealing the door tightly.
He laughed loudly:
"You are such a cunning witch, why don't you drink your Master Zhang's foot-washing water? Now, let's see where you can run?!"
In wild laughter.
The ghost-faced girl looked around with a devilish mask on her face.
Nearby, the Zhang brothers were elated and Zheng Tuzi was eager to try.
Ten steps away, the knight-errant Zhang Yi was waiting with his sword drawn.
Farther away, Taoist priest Feng Chong holds a yellow talisman, and swordsman Xu Zhan holds a long sword in his arms.
Looking back at himself, his escape route was cut off and he suddenly fell into the encirclement and suppression by six people.
…………
The ghost-faced woman took the lead.
Perhaps because he was angry at Zhang Tong's words, he flashed his body and walked straight towards the gangster leader.
Zhang Tong sneered and did not dodge. He raised his whistle stick, looked in the right direction, pointed the tip of the needle at the wheat awn, and hit it with a blow from the stick.
According to the saying, every inch is stronger and every inch is stronger. If the sword is exchanged for a stick, the ghost-faced woman should dodge first no matter what.
But when the long stick was coming, she moved her body out of thin air, letting the general get out of the way of the stick, but the sword in her hand did not slow down at all, and went straight towards Zhang Tong.
The sword was too fast, too thin, and too thin to be seen clearly when it blended into the mist. It wasn't until a cold light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes that Zhang Tong suddenly realized it.
There is no way to avoid it.
But he shook his head and just twisted his wrist.
"Qiang!"
It turned out that his younger brother Zhang Shaonan arrived in time, crossed his swords, and blocked the sword.
And the whistle stick in his hand... This kind of weapon was originally two sticks, one long and one short, connected with an iron rope. As he twisted it, the short stick in front of him threw out an arc and hit the ghost-faced woman's perineum.
The ghost-faced woman who was about to raise her sword and stab her again had no choice but to retreat, but Zhang Shaonan laughed ferociously, and rolled over like a gangrene attached to the bone, one knife nailing the ankle and the other poking the knee socket.
The ghost-faced girl had no choice but to retreat.
But Zheng Tuzi had already reached her, and when he drew his sword, he stirred up the mist and circled her back like a whirlwind.
…
The two brothers used a whistle stick insidiously and a short knife to make subtle moves. In addition, Zheng Butcher's simple knife was able to open and close easily, so they were able to detect and fill in gaps.
Even though this ghost-faced woman is quick and nimble, and her sword light shines like ghosts, she can only fight at an equal level.
However.
I don't know if it is intentional or unintentional.
There was only such a big place at the main entrance of the prison. Four people were fighting together, and the place was filled with swords and swords.
The other three people couldn't get involved.
The swordsman was easy to say. He stood far away and posed with his sword in his hand, just sitting back and watching the success or failure.
The ranger stayed on the outskirts of the battle group, unwilling to be lonely.
But as soon as he raised the knife and was about to kill, Zhang Shaonan's neck was rushed to the knife's edge; when he raised the knife again to stab, Zheng Butcher pushed his big butt in front of him.
All in all, it was a waste of his martial arts. He just babbled and fell one step behind, so he couldn't hand over the knife!
He simply retreated and used his sword to sweep the formation for the three of them.
On the other side, Feng Daoren also fell into the same embarrassment.
The Zhang brothers, Zheng Tuzi, were fighting inextricably with the murderer. He was holding a handful of yellow talismans and holding half of a spell in his mouth. It didn't matter whether he let it go or not.
If you let go, you might accidentally injure your companions; if you don't let go, if the murderer is captured or escapes, he may not have done anything and may be ridiculed. Where can he put his round face?
Thinking about this, my spirit finally got the upper hand.
have to!
The Taoist master will show off his unique skills to you bunch of thieves.
He took three or four steps back in succession.
"Jushi Zhang, I am a Dharma protector for poor people."
After saying that, he stepped on the Seven-Star Kui Dou Step and said a long spell on his lips.
"...Fire Crow, Fire Crow, listen to my call quickly..."
While chanting the incantation, he threw out many yellow talismans.
As soon as the talisman paper was released, it turned into a ball of talisman fire, which was pulled by the spell in his hand and formed a huge fireball in the air.
The hall was filled with firelight, and the mist was boiling.
Er.
A cry was heard.
In the fire ball, there was a fire crow faintly fluttering its wings and about to come out!
This move can shock everyone present.
The rivers and lakes are fighting, what are you doing with such a big battle?
Zhang Shaonan took a quick glance and muttered: "Good boy! This Taoist priest really has some skills! Don't let him snatch the silver reward you got."
Little thoughts were spinning in my mind, and my hands were working harder and harder.
It just so happens.
The ghost-faced woman seemed to be frightened by the fire, and her ghostly movement suddenly slowed down.
Zhang Shaonan's eyes lit up.
good chance!
He raised his hand and threw out a small cloth bag. The brother next to him, Zhang Tong, had a tacit understanding. He followed up with his whistle stick and immediately blew the small bag into the air, scattering lime all over the sky.
Zhang Shaonan had already prepared. Using the lime and mist to cover him, he rolled on the spot and landed at the feet of the ghost-faced woman. With a flick of his wrist, he used the short knife to stab the opponent's waist and kidneys.
The ghost-faced girl quickly drew her sword to block it.
But this hand-to-hand combat is like playing chess. If you make a wrong move, every step will be wrong, and the whole game will be lost.
She dealt with it in such a hurry, but she exposed the flaw in her side to Zheng Tuzi.
How could Zheng Tong be so polite?!
Dang even shouted loudly despite the irritating and choking lime powder.
"Suffer death!"
Seize the body and slash!
This unstoppable knife fell on the ghost-faced woman in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Tuzi's face just felt a little joyful, and then he felt that the knife he exerted all his strength did not seem to hit human flesh, but instead cut into the void.
then.
Where the blade landed, the ghost-faced woman sunk in like a popped urine bubble, and then "rippled" and dispersed into a puff of light smoke.
Butu Zi couldn't hold back his momentum and staggered forward.
Also at this time.
Another ghost-faced woman also emerged from the mist next to her, and she calmly passed by the butcher.
at the same time.
The sword's light was like lightning, and it struck directly at the ranger.
Not to mention Zhang Yi's mortal form, even Li Changan couldn't react to this sudden drastic change.
He could barely lift the knife, but the ghost-faced woman had wiped it from his armpit like a puff of smoke.
His body suddenly froze and he fell straight to the ground.
But the ghost-faced woman didn't stop and pounced on Feng Daoren.
The poor Taoist cast the spell at the critical point, but he couldn't stop or move. He had to grit his teeth and use all his strength to activate the spell, chanting in a hurry.
"...Help me to help the evil spirits and kill the traitors. Be as urgent as the law..."
pity.
A slender yet hard fist took the lead and smashed the last word into his stomach.
immediately.
Daoren Feng turned over with dark eyes and stars in his eyes.
As for the half-formed fire crow in the sky, it screamed a few times and was swept away by the ghost-faced woman into a few sparks with a flick of her sleeves, and was finally annihilated without a trace.
The rise and fall of the rabbit and the fall of the falcon may seem like a long time, but in fact it only lasts a short moment.
Only when the three of them came back to their senses did they see the situation in front of them.
"Damn thief!"
Zhang Shaonan was furious. He wanted to catch the thief in one fell swoop, but instead he was teased and even killed two of his accomplices.
He was so angry right now that he acted like a fool. Without thinking, he picked up two short knives and went up to fight again.
The two brothers are accustomed to advancing and retreating together. In addition, although the two brothers are not good at martial arts, they can fight for several rounds in the past by using the dirty tricks of street fighting.
Zhang Tong didn't feel embarrassed at the moment, so he picked up his whistle stick and followed him.
However……
"Click".
Zhang Shaonan, who cursed "thieves", rolled his eyes while holding his broken arm.
There was a "click" sound.
Zhang Tong said "temptress" and flew backwards with his broken leg, hitting the wall without any movement.
In the blink of an eye.
There were only two left in the group of six.
The swordsman swallowed, changed his posture, and moved quietly inside; Zheng Tuzi picked up a handful of the flower seeds, but he mustered up the courage to raise his sword and pounced forward again.
The ghost-faced girl was still just flashing and darting, but her body movements were a thousand times faster than before. It was like a stream of light passing by Zheng Tuzi's side, and the thin sword in her hand vibrated, shaking off a few strands of hair.
Zheng Tuzi stared at his bull eyes and murmured:
"Sister-in-law, you are using grandpa as a shield."
His fat body shook three times and fell limply to the ground.
As a result, the only six people standing in front of the ghost-faced girl were swordsman Xu Zhan.
She turned the ghost face away and saw the swordsman who had been hunched in place for a long time. He neatly sheathed his sword, walked into the corner, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
All right.
Now there is no one left.
…………
There is no prison in the world that is spacious and bright.
Deep inside the prison, the fog became heavier and heavier.
The light produced by a few torches on the wall could not penetrate the fog that blended with the darkness, and only made the shadows in the fog look more like ghostly shadows.
It was quiet all around, except for mosquitoes, rats, and ants making some soft "whispering" sounds under the mist.
The beggar is in a cell deep in the prison.
He shrank in the corner, staring, no longer complaining about hunger, but just motionless, as if he ignored the noise of the fight outside.
Suddenly.
His dull face trembled slightly.
Just look outside the cell door and into the long and narrow corridor separated by the fence.
There was no sound of footsteps, and a red dress floated over.
The fog is hazy.
The ferocious face of the man who came to seek his life looked at him coldly.