Tang He spread out his hand, with his five fingers pointing at different heights.
A group of people were holding knives, but no one dared to come forward. Just five people rushed forward first, but they all stopped a foot in front of him, like several sculptures. They all stared with wide eyes.
He was filled with fear, as if the evil ghost Shura was right in front of him.
If that's the case, it would be easier to do.
The leader cursed a few times and told them not to be stupid. Raising a group of wine bags and rice bags could not deal with two intruders, and one of them was unarmed. But everyone cherished their lives and no one was stupid, especially the man in red behind him.
Man, that gentle look in his eyes is incompatible with his murderous aura, and he is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.
Lord Xueyue stretched out a finger and shook it from side to side.
"This young master is in a bad mood. I suggest you... stay out of the way."
"You'd better make sure the person you're looking for is here." Tang He looked at him sideways, "I don't want to waste my time on a bunch of bandits."
Probably because he was provoked and it was really unpleasant, a fool with a bad temper but no consciousness rushed over. Tang He suddenly retracted his index finger and just flicked it, and the frozen "sculpture" next to the man suddenly flew out.
The hot red blood splashed onto the face of the man holding the knife, like a bucket of red paint had been broken.
He also froze, but there was no invisible hidden weapon on him.
Only then did the rest of the gangsters discover that from each of the intruder's fingertips to the necks of those five people - the remaining four people, there was an imperceptible glimmer of light, as if there were several invisible threads tied to them. It was clear that there was
Something is injected into the blood vessel, and once it touches it, the skin on the neck will be torn off along with the artery.
No one dared to step forward anymore.
"You ransacked a village last night..." he went on, the slight trembling of his fingers making people frightened. "You killed people, robbed money, and kidnapped several girls."
No one dared to speak. In front of this calm narration, no matter how hard the blade was, it would droop.
"So you took over the mission from the imperial court..."
"No, I'm looking for someone." Tang He interrupted the person bluntly, "There is a girl, nine years old, with loose hair. She should be the youngest of the people you took away."
Several people looked at each other, but no one answered him.
He raised his middle finger, and another bright red blood band spurted out. After the short scream, there was bloody silence.
The leader became angry, his face twitched, he pulled out his knife and raised it and gave a death order. How could a large group of desperadoes deal with an uninvited rogue? So a few bold ones raised their weapons again.
, took trembling steps. A familiar scene was staged again. After a slight sting, the bandits all remained motionless as if they had been stabbed. After all, if they made the slightest movement, there would be more than two people lying on the ground.
.
"Where is she?"
"Brother, you are not being honest." A middle-aged man with only one eye said.
"Don't call anyone a brother."
Tang He raised his other hand slightly, and the five people were led forward like marquees. Every time they took a step closer, the trembling became more obvious.
He added: "I don't have much patience, but I have a lot of time."
Someone with a high-pitched voice trembled, laughed, and pointed in the direction outside the door.
"There is a woodshed next door..."
"oh."
Tang He responded, suddenly clenched his hands and moved them closer together, folding his arms in front of his chest.
Blood sprinkled on the ground, and a long red carpet stretched out towards the door, leading to the pale sky.
On the other side, it was raining continuously.
Tang Huailan bared her teeth, and her medicined back was exposed to the air, as cold as a piece of ice. She lay on the couch, stretching her arms out to check the crossbow. There was a piece of rusty iron inside, which made it unable to fire, and the arrow
The range of the arrow is greatly reduced.
"Stop repairing it, go find them and get a new one."
Tang Qinglan wiped away the blood stains on his lower back with gauze and lit the candle on the table. Although it was daytime, it was raining outside and the room was very dark. He felt that the clothes he had just collected were still damp and the wound had just been wrapped.
There is no way to put it on directly.
"I'm used to it." Huailan said.
"It's too expensive for you to use weapons."
Qinglan threw a knife to her, she raised her hand to catch it, and used the tip of the knife to scrape off the wood chips rubbed off the crossbow. She fiddled with it, but did not continue what Qinglan said.
"I'm going to leave here one day."
"The Tang family's family rules are a bit strict."
Qinglan smiled bitterly, her back still hurting from the thorn strips. Even if the mission failed, the rules did not allow people to break their muscles and bones, so they would not be able to pick up the knife. These skin wounds were so shocking, and
It stings unbearably and is a good warning method.
"House rules?"
Huailan raised the crossbow, closed one left eye, and aimed at a fly staying on the wall in front of him. I don't know where the bugs came from in this damn weather. Maybe it was because the smell of blood in this area was too strong. It is slightly warmer here than
It's not too cold in places where it snows, and there are still a lot of living things moving around.
"Aren't we outsiders?"
Huailan continued to mock and put down the crossbow. The fly probably didn't know that he had escaped death just now. Qinglan glanced at her, opened his mouth, and wanted to try to say something. But he still closed his mouth.
He turned to look at the still black spot on the white wall. It was like a mole on the face of a fair-skinned and beautiful woman. It was not ugly, but it was not the finishing touch either.
Seems redundant.
Qinglan pulled out the barrier knife, her eyebrows were reflected on the blade, and a cold light reflected on her face.
"Huailan, I think..." He inserted the knife back, "I don't think they will let you go no matter how much money is spent."
"I know, you said it. They can always squeeze infinite value out of living people."
Qinglan knew that Huailan did not put all his hopes on a meaningless figure. The money should be used to silence someone, rather than really being given to the Tang family. In fact, they were directly related to the Tang family.
There is no connection, they are just two collateral disciples of Tang Huansheng, one of the hall masters.
In other words, they are two running dogs. The rest of the Tang family can't control them, not even the Zuojinmen can do anything to them.
"Hey, what do you think the old man takes us for?"
Huailan suddenly smiled. Qinglan didn't know what she was implying. After thinking for a moment, he replied:
"The grace of nurturing is still there."
"No. When you beat a dog, it depends on the owner."
As she said that, she suddenly turned over and sat up. The wound on her back was still hurting. But her face was expressionless, as if she had not been injured. She paused, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.
"Think about it -" she continued, "think about that barrier knife. Don't forget how we got it. What happened after we got it? I didn't see the respect that should be there, no. They even doubted it.
The rules themselves—the rules of doubting that shit.”
"It should have been yours." Qinglan handed the knife to her, "You shouldn't have let me."
"It's too expensive for me to use weapons."
She took the knife and said calmly.
This is a beautiful knife, with finer workmanship than Tang He's. After all, it was much later, and the craftsmanship has also been slightly improved. However, the pattern of the scabbard is still the same. It is a symbol of some kind of honor. Only the best of the same period
Only disciples can get it. They were drawn into different groups. First they cooperated to fight, and then they fought against their own teammates without showing any mercy. Maybe they were lucky, and the disciples in that group were all three-legged cats. In the end
On the stage, there were only two of them standing.
The disciples in the audience have basically dispersed. No one cares about them.
Despite this, the judges still frowned and watched, not allowing any oversight. They knew that the two were partners, and they were not allowed to show mercy or even say a word. Qinglan knew that she wanted the knife and wanted to prove it.
Something was still being given to her at every turn. But who would have thought that Huailan would not actively challenge the challenge, and the two of them fought in a showy and weak manner. Several hall leaders and judges looked down on their faces and put on their ugly faces the words "opinion" written on them.
Show it to Tang Huansheng.
He knew them well and naturally knew what they were planning.
"Are you going to fight until dark?"
Huailan glanced at him sideways and responded: "He used some force against me, and I used some force against him. I thought everyone understood the truth that the sword has no eyes in a ruthless killing field, but now it seems that he does not
You know, it’s not worth my all my efforts.”
"Do you think Qinglan looks down on you?"
"Who looks down on whom?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Qinglan suddenly swung his chain and knocked off her weapon. He suddenly became serious, and Huailan's eyes showed a little disbelief. Her partner suddenly pressed forward step by step, and it was naturally difficult for her to resist with her bare hands.
There is still a way. The hidden weapon on his sleeve is enough to blind him, but of course he knows what he is thinking, and there is no need. He can even predict the direction of his hidden weapon and can resist it in the same way. The relationship between them
Fighting is meaningless. Everyone can clearly predict the next step, everyone can see the opponent's moves, and everyone can guess what the other person is thinking.
From this point of view, it was indeed a waste of time. But Huailan admitted that she didn't know him well enough, and she didn't know why he had let off steam for most of the game and then suddenly acted like this. The two of them were naturally evenly matched, so when she lost her weapon, she
I know I lost.
But no matter what, she was able to touch the knife in the end.
Afterwards, the two of them were naturally scolded severely by Tang Wansheng and given a slap in the face. After returning, Tang Qinglan handed her the knife with a smile, but she didn't even look at it.
"It's not like we're calling openly."
"Isn't it bright enough and upright enough?" He asked, "Those direct disciples are nothing more than that."
"Because they just want to live, but we want to survive."
Qinglan was speechless.
To this day, he can still recall that in the same hazy sky, Huailan's cold brows revealed a sadness similar to that on his lips.
The sorrow of life, the sorrow of death.
She is no longer satisfied with living, but it does not mean that she will seek death. She wants a kind of autonomy, a kind of control over her own life and death, instead of being bound by other rules that are above this.
Suppress, humiliate.
Qinglan is more open-minded. Being able to survive is a blessing from God. The life he lives now is not what he wants, but since he doesn't know the life he really wants, he has no more ideas. Huailan is different.
, although she didn’t know what she wanted, but she knew that “this” was definitely not what she wanted.
