There are many people walking around in rivers and lakes wearing curtain hats, and Yin Guihong has long been accustomed to it. Otherwise, his heart would have been arrhythmic when he saw Chenxing for the first time. It was just the shadow that flashed past his eyes just now, which Yin Guihong
Hongba followed up with his legs. It was so similar to the shadow in his memory. Even though the last time he witnessed it was more than ten years ago, the ghostly image had already been deeply imprinted in his bone marrow.
His height and body shape have basically not changed at all - Liu Dao Wuchang certainly has such an ability. The curtain he wears is black gauze, with the end one inch from the shoulder, and he carries two soldiers on his back. This kind of dress is considered common, but it cannot be said to be common. Night travel
Among the killers, there are many who dress similarly, but they will not wear hats that are not conducive to movement and only cause trouble.
Next, you just need to confirm the color of the pair of weapons.
A strange uneasiness and panic filled Yin Guihong's heart. He felt his chest tightening and tightening, and his breathing became faster. But these were not just caused by his running. He seemed to have a sense of expectation, and at the same time he felt
He was sulky - after all, it was just the expectation to confirm the target's identity. If it weren't for revenge, who would be happy to see the enemy? The opponent's skills
Too sensitive, he could hardly catch up. What about Chenxing and the monster from the beginning? They might be faster, which is unbelievable. But Yin Guihong would never give up so easily. When he thought that the hard-won opportunity was close at hand,
He couldn't calm down. As for how much he weighed, he forgot all about it. If the burden of his thoughts was too heavy, he would never be able to catch up.
After a while, the figure of the mysterious man completely disappeared from Yin Guihong's sight. He did not give up and chased in that direction for a while, but found nothing. On this wide road, there were several alleys.
Extending to one side. The layout of this town is very regular, square and extending in all directions. Those people may run to any place at any time. Yin Guihong was sure that he should not go to any strange place, because his eyes were always staring closely at
I didn't see him move to the side from behind.
But he just disappeared. He probably ran too fast and had already lost some distance. Night was not a good time to hunt, and his vision was restricted by darkness, which greatly restricted Yin Guihong's actions. His
The pace finally slowed down, and he readjusted his breath. There was still a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The half-missed moon seemed to be laughing at him.
There was a bright blade across his throat.
Although the moonlight was pitifully weak today, with this little light, the knife was as bright as snow, and even the paper was not as white as it. He swallowed subconsciously, and his eyes immediately slanted towards the handle of the knife.
A man wearing a curtain hat stood in the alley beside him, his figure almost blending into the night.
"Who?"
Yin Guihong found it difficult to breathe.
His voice was more magnetic and dull than imagined, like a ruthless and empty echo in a deep mountain stream, carrying an irresistible pressure, as if the words contained powerful magic, or even more than that.
Yin Guihong remained motionless. He didn't know whether he didn't want to do something or couldn't do something.
"You followed me all the way, what do you mean?"
Yin Guihong didn't want to answer this question because he realized a problem: If the black one of the two swords was lying in front of him, his head might have been separated long ago. The other sword was still behind the man, but the white one was
This handle is enough to explain the problem. Half of its blade is hollow, and the other half is inlaid with black jade.
"Yin and Yang go to the stream."
In the end, he only uttered these four words, without even a doubtful tone.
Kanna-kun put the knife back, and the blade rubbed against the metal ring, making a harsh sound in the quiet night. Yin Guihong didn't know what he was feeling now, at least he couldn't describe it. I don't blame him, no matter who is like this
Under such circumstances, if you suddenly see the guy you have a deep hatred for, you won't be able to react quickly. He should be angry, he should
He scolded him and said that he should draw a knife. This scene had been rehearsed in his mind a thousand times and ten thousand times. But when the encounter actually happened, he found that he could not even draw the knife. By now, the situation was very clear:
With his speed, there is absolutely no chance of him being an enemy of Kanna-kun. Whether it is Qinggong or unsheathing, he is still far behind.
But Kanna-kun put the sword back and said this:
"You don't look like someone from the Wuyong clan. I don't know what the purpose of your departure is, but this is not the place you should stay."
Yin Guihong took a deep breath.
"You don't remember me?"
This is indeed a strange question. He even felt that he could see a moment of inconceivability flashing through Kanna-kun's black veil. Although Kanna-kun was indeed stunned for a moment, he quickly said:
"I don't have to remember everyone I meet."
Yin Guihong couldn't help but frown. Thinking about it carefully, after more than ten years, it is not uncommon for anyone to lose their memory of someone they have only met once. It is not impossible to even fail to leave an impression at all. But once
A burst of anger surged from the bottom of Yin Guihong's heart. This was probably his most formal anger today. The Zuojimen had done many evil things in the world, killing each other.
There are countless innocent people, and the capricious Kanna-kun is even more murderous. As far as he is concerned, he is really just an unknown person. There may be many other children who have suffered the same fate as him. Maybe some of those people
As people grow up, some people's ages are fixed forever, but no one truly stands in front of sworn enemies like Yin Guihong.
Will you remember how many grains of rice you have eaten, how many drops of water you have drunk, and how many times you have seen the rise and fall of bees and butterflies? To Kanna-kun, the so-called love, resentment, and hatred in the world are as natural as every breath, and
Meaningless.
Yin Guihong warned himself with reason, suppressed the resentment in his chest, and silently placed his hand on the handle of the knife. It is impossible that Lord Shenwu did not notice this action, but he did nothing.
"How about you think about it again, we did meet Xing Xing many years ago."
"I don't recommend you do this," Kanna-kun's voice was neither salty nor cold, "I can guarantee that if Jin Mieya is even an inch out of its sheath, it will fall to the ground along with your hand."
To Kanna-kun, he is not a threat at all. Like the woman before, he can recognize the weapon in his hand at a glance. However, he cannot recognize himself. Of course, of course...
Yin Guihong knew very well that he had no obligation to know or remember. But all this was still enough to be a reason for his anger. "You can name this knife."
"The animal's parts are considered rare. It's not difficult to remember them, let alone the Six Paths Divine Weapon. I knew its creator once, and he was a generation older than me."
You also chopped its original owner into thousands of pieces. Yin Guihong knew this story, and Shen Wujun didn't say much. I don't know whether it was because he had heard it or because he felt there was no need to say more. For him, telling these things is enough.
Enough said. Yin Guihong has never understood other aspects of him, and there is no need. The only thing that is engraved in his memory is the mysterious and dark head on the long and narrow wellhead... This has become his obsession for many years.
A nightmare that never goes away.
"But I really don't remember you," Kanna-kun said lightly, "You probably got it recently. If you can get this weapon, you are somewhat capable, and I should congratulate you. If... you didn't get it from
If someone in the Six Paths of Impermanence gets it in his hands."
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
Yin Guihong didn't want to think, he seemed to be asking questions just for the sake of asking questions.
"I recognize one of your previous lives... It stands to reason that his sins are not enough for him to be reincarnated as an adult within five hundred years. I imagine that someone abused his power and interfered with it. In this case, it does not count that you got this thing.
"Shangqi Qi. I advise you to be careful and don't act as a spearhead for others."
He must know that it is Lord Xueyue. Lord Xueyue is the only monster in the Twelve Months of Underworld, and he is quite famous. This is not only because of his identity. Although Guihong does not respect him, but listen
According to Kannau-kun's tone, he did not take this monster seriously. Yin Guihong prides himself on being an easy-going person.
He is an active person, but he is not stupid and can figure out many things from the details. There is an indescribable feeling hanging in his heart like a cloud, but it is not fear. He doesn't know what it is, maybe...
Lost? There are so many things worth losing, and the gap between the two is the most important one.
"That's all. Although, I don't think people like you can listen to much."
What does this mean? Yin Guihong's sullenness continues unabated. The latter in the word "you" is full of contempt. It sounds like he has indeed learned a lot from the past, but he is still in the mood to give
When I gave you advice, I probably didn’t have much contact with the previous ones. Presumably, Kanna-kun naturally wouldn’t care about Kugetsu-kun’s affairs, and Kugetsu-kun must rarely ask for trouble.
However, Lord Xueyue cares about him very much, and Yin Guihong knows it. Otherwise, he would not come to his door and use himself as a spear to attack. I guess Lord Xueyue naturally has a shield and can defend the enemy.
The sword is broken, but if his spear is broken, it is broken. He himself knows this point that Kanna-kun wants to remind him.
But that was... a blood feud that slaughtered his whole family.
The bright colors of fire and blood have never appeared from this impermanent ghost, but he has personally created so many carnivals of fire and feasts of blood. Just by shaking the god, Kanna Wujun suddenly jumped up
, like an eagle flying over the wall and eaves at night, disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye, without even saying goodbye. He obviously heard new noises and wanted to continue his previous mission. Yin Guihong stood there alone, unexpectedly
