Volume 1 Huangquan December, Chapter 95: Working for the Tiger
Double Ninth Festival, in front of Hanying Tower.
It was late at night, and the busy city in the distance was still noisy. The woman wearing dogwood accompanied the children as they walked slowly home, all holding paper kites in their hands. The vendors no longer shouted, but their colleagues who were shouting at each other during the day
, everyone chatted, talking about their wives, children, and children at home. The colorful and delicate chrysanthemums along the way were trampled by the footsteps and slowly submerged into the soft soil.
Turning your attention back to this slightly remote area, a gold-rimmed plaque with the three characters Hanying Tower was hung in front of the five-story building. The excitement has moved from the urban area to this place, and the party here has just begun.
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But there is no shengxiao, no zither and harp here, everything is eerily quiet. Only water droplets fall regularly on different drum heads, hitting different rhymes. Looking up, the paper windows upstairs reflect the figures of the actors inside.
, dancing in this subtle, regular rhythm. People queued up to enter in an orderly manner, chatting in low voices from time to time.
He silently looked at the building, his indifferent eyes far from admiring.
When he was reached in line, he took out the invitation from his black clothes and handed it to the other person's hand. The person looked at him and put it in.
The fragrance of chrysanthemums was very light, perhaps because the overly bright colors captured most of the senses. But he withdrew his gaze and stared at the upward stairs in front of him. Two servants asked him to stretch his arms and check the weapons on the visitor. One
The man took off his only sword and lined up in order next to the stored weapons.
Another said: "Weapons of any kind please store them here."
He opened his clenched hands, and a green jade ring fell down and fell on the red rope on his wrist.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a decoration." He smiled softly.
After being released, he went up.
This is a nice place, with carved beams and painted buildings, and full of fragrance. There is no incense burner inside, but the flowers purchased on the eve of the Double Ninth Festival, and the aroma of the wood of the tables and chairs. The Hanying Building itself is a theater, and it is now rented out to others at a low cost.
The current owner is a retired onmyoji who is old. Hanying Tower is usually a teahouse, and anyone can come here to have a rest and drink tea. At night, people close the curtains and gather together to whisper. It is not allowed to talk.
News of light is coming.
The scenery here is good, the area is clean, and the rent is cheap. Many travelers who wander in the gray area like to come here to find out the news. This is his first time here, and he has only heard of it before.
It's also the last time.
Several guards with knives on the top floor fell silently. It was a large room with curtains drawn and a screen erected. The room was filled with people drinking wine and drinking wine, changing cups and cups, and the dancers were dancing to the beat that was drowned out by the sound of words.
Step by step, ghostly and quiet shadows appear and disappear on the screen.
The man sitting at the table was the owner of Hanying Building. He was very young and had gray hair on his temples, but he was full of energy. He raised his glass and chatted and laughed with a group of people in their forties. Those people were extremely complimentary, no matter who they were.
After hearing this, everyone will feel drunk in the smell of alcohol. Of course, he is no exception. His face is red with a smooth tongue, and he looks around the table with squinted eyes as if he were looking at his own son.
It's nothing more than words such as "blessings are like the East China Sea, longevity is as long as the Nanshan Mountains, and good health on the Double Ninth Festival". Plus some glorious or not-so-glamorous deeds when he was young. But no matter what words, from whom, and in what form,
, all have different meanings in them. It turns right into wrong, black into white, good into bad, words are spoken by people, and people listen to them.
"Your location is surrounded by mountains and rivers, facing south and north. It is really a treasure for health."
"What's the point of making a living? You're old and old." He responded with a smile.
A cold male voice suddenly broke in.
"This day has come to an end."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was speechless. The old man was obviously stunned, and his withered face turned even redder due to his drunkenness and anger.
"Who is causing trouble here!"
The one who said those words just now was a very young voice, which should be incompatible with anyone sitting here. They looked around hurriedly, and the room was full of people looking for the person who was talking. They all had their heads covered, but no one dared to neglect them.
Sir at the table.
"This building is not bad," the owner of the voice continued, "It's a pity that it will soon be reduced to ruins."
They finally found the source of the sound. He came in at some unknown time, dressed in black, and disappeared under the dim candlelight. It seemed that he had been in the house for a long time. The young man was about in his mid-twenties and had a smart black hair.
His short hair was tied behind his head, and his amber eyes were calm and empty. In the shadows, when a group of people were frantically looking for weapons, he showed a calmness that was not for his age.
Someone shouted for guards, and he quickly raised his wrist. The nearest candle was extinguished, and the person's unpleasant voice disappeared along with the flash of fire.
The man clutched his neck in shock. Something penetrated his throat, causing all sounds to be muffled by the tiny hole. The hidden weapon penetrated his neck and was deeply embedded in the wall behind him.
It's a weasel's tooth.
Everyone was stunned. He snapped his fingers again, and a crackling sound of electricity sounded at his fingertips. Gold and white intertwined, electric light flashed, and a thunder fell from the sky, penetrated the roof tiles, and split open the table filled with wine and meat.
All the dishes, bowls, lamps and candles fell to the ground. The cold wind extinguished all the lampstands and everything became dark. The old guys were panicked and scurried away, but he didn't care. Lightning struck, and the old man who was sitting at the table in a daze noticed that the place was empty.
One person. He stretched out his trembling and skinny hands to rub his eyes. Another burst of thunder greeted him, and a terrifying breath came closer.
Another bolt of lightning illuminated a sinister face in front of him.
There was also a huge, dark beast behind him, like a jackal or a wolf, with ferocious and terrifying eyes. Its pale fangs were glowing with blue light, making people suspect that they would be stained with blood in the next moment.
The crackling sounds continued one after another. From the beginning of the sound of breaking porcelain, it turned into the messy and panicked footsteps of people, and now it was mixed with the sound of burning wood. The scorching fire light came from bottom to top, and the young man and he were swept away by the thunder.
The descending monster is plated with a light golden color.
"I heard that the older a mediocre person gets, the more greedy for money and fear of death he becomes." He said coldly.
"Yes, who sent you here, and how much did he spend? What do you want? I will give you whatever you want, and I will give you whatever you want..."
"Don't you ask me who I am?" The young man came closer.
"Then you, who are you?"
"The dead don't need to know," he sneered, "it's enough for me to remember you."
The young man turned around. The huge and ferocious Tengu came closer, causing his pleas to turn into screams, and then into dying wails.
Then it falls into silence.
The fire became more and more fierce. People downstairs knocked over the candle lamps in their panic and fled. The fire was still spreading, trying to devour all the secrets that had not yet been revealed. The young man left calmly and took away the things that belonged to him.
He didn't even look at the sword and the other more fancy and expensive weapons.
It wasn't until he was hundreds of steps away that he took out the horizontal knife and inspected it briefly. The blade was like black jade, and the pattern was like water from the Hetian mountains. Then he raised his head and set his sights on the building where he came from. It was far away.
It was obvious everywhere that the roof tiles were opened by lightning, and flames shot out from the sky. There were sounds of beasts breaking through the wooden structure and objects being broken, and there were calls for help and screams from inside the house. There were people with fire on their bodies.
They ran out of the door, and someone's figure fell in the window.
Occasionally, the silhouette of a tengu flashes past, and together with the flames, the remaining people are devoured.
There are some voices that never stop being heard, and some people are unmoved.
He silently looked at the building, his indifferent eyes far from admiring.
The dark night and the burning fire - all this is so familiar. Now he just returns this scene as before. Even though this scene has been more than twenty years old, it can still bring back terrible memories for him, making it difficult for him to remember it.
People feel a little dizzy.
"Tsk, it's burning really hot."
The frivolous voice reached his ears, and his first reaction was to put his hand on the handle of the knife. But a moment of thinking made him stop his next action - although his hand was faster than his consciousness, and the blade of the knife had already been withdrawn.
half.
He felt an extremely strong demonic aura, and it was not the best choice to fight against it in the first place.
A slender white hand rested on his forearm holding the knife, and buckled the blade back. The red nails were very pointed and long, as annoying as the fire over there. He did not turn his face, but looked sideways, looking.
Into a pair of silky eyes, sleeping a pair of curved golden crescents.
"The Six Paths of Impermanence..."
"Not bad, Tang Shaoxia recognizes me."
He turned his head and looked at the man. The impermanent man stopped talking, and he also moved his eyes and looked at Hanying Tower.
"What do you want from me?"
"Well, you want revenge, right? That poster was the guy who sold the news about their lives back then... So, why don't I help you again."
"What?"
Lord Xueyue waved his sleeves, and an unprovoked fire suddenly broke out in the building a hundred steps away. The flames rose from the ground and engulfed the entire building in an instant. The slight fire that had previously shot out inside was eclipsed and was included in it. The fire was like
It was like there was life, expanding and growing, almost completely covering the five-story building, with only a vague outline flashing in the dazzling firelight. The sky here was brightened by the fire on the ground, and all the surrounding scenery became clear.
, as if it were daytime.
He opened his eyes slightly, and Lord Xueyue said immediately: "Don't worry, your little dog will be fine. The fever will be stronger, so even the hair you dropped there won't leave any evidence."
His hand moved to the handle of the knife again. It was not that he had not thought that the Six Paths of Impermanence would be targeting him - depending on the people and monsters he had killed, it would be a matter of time. But he could not see through the impermanence in front of him no matter what.
Ghost. He doesn't like this unknown feeling. He needs everything to be under control.
"What do you want?"
Lord Xueyue came closer, resting his elbow on his shoulder and supporting his chin with the back of his hand. He looked at him and saw an unguessable smile in his eyes. He could also smell the other person's body.
The smell is light, like the chrysanthemums in the building, and like lotus.
