Green mountains, green water, and an old man walking alone.
On the surface, the old man looks more than seventy years old. All the hair on his head has fallen out, not a single hair is left. He looks like a bald monk, but in fact he is an ordinary man. He wears a Zhu Zishen suit with a flowing cloud pattern.
He was wearing clothes, wearing pretty boots on his feet, and a sword hanging on his waist.
This sword is as black as ink, from the hilt to the scabbard, it is completely black. There are very few external decorations, except for a pair of eerie eyes painted on the center of the scabbard.
The pure black appearance coupled with these eyes gives people an indescribable and weird feeling, as if this sword has life.
There was a luggage bag on the old man's back, and he was obviously on his way. Logically speaking, an old man of his age should stay in one place and spend his old age, but instead he was running around.
"Cough, cough..."
The old man coughed several times, but he didn't take it seriously and continued to walk forward step by step. As he walked, he lowered his head and meditated, so his steps were not fast. It seemed difficult for a person as old as him to walk fast.
"Old man in front, stop right there!"
A loud shout sounded from behind the lone old man, with obvious malice in the voice.
The sound spread far and wide among the barren mountains and ridges, and even a sleeping tiger could wake up.
But the old man seemed not to hear it and kept walking forward, neither slowing down nor speeding up deliberately. If you look carefully, you can find that the distance of every step taken by the old man is exactly the same, as if every step is the same.
It was carefully measured with a ruler.
The person who shouted was obviously a rough guy, he wouldn't pay that much attention.
"Damn it, old man, I'm telling you to stop, didn't you hear? If you dare to take even half a step forward, I will chop off your dog legs!" the man behind shouted again.
This time, the old man still turned a deaf ear and went his own way.
The man behind was furious, his eyes widened and he screamed, and the veins at his temples bulged like a green centipede. In fact, this man was not alone, there were two other brothers beside him, and these two people also
He was so angry that he fanned the flames and said many cruel words.
These three people are gangsters who usually like to engage in highway robbery. The three of them were on their way today and accidentally discovered the old man walking alone in front of them. They saw that the old man had abandoned the road and went deep into the mountains.
Then he had a bad idea and quietly followed behind him. He waited until he was far away from the main road before committing the robbery.
What the three of them didn't expect was that the old man in front of them ignored them. They didn't know whether it was intentional or simply deaf.
The three of them grabbed each other and hurriedly chased after him. One person stood in front of the old man, and the other two stood beside the old man, one on the left and one on the right, forming an encirclement.
"Damn old man, even if you are deaf, your eyes should not be blind. Look at the ghost-headed knife in my hand. Is it sharp enough to cut off your dog legs?" The man in front of him put the knife in his hand.
The ghost-headed knife shook three times, drawing three cold lights. The bright blade reflected his ferocious face, "Old man, if you know what's going on, just hand over the money obediently. We three brothers have good virtues, so we can
I won’t hurt your life. Otherwise, don’t blame the three of us for being evil.”
"Yes! Hand over the money quickly! We can spare your life!"
"Don't toast and be punished by drinking wine!"
The other two robbers were also helping out, all with fierce looks on their faces.
If an ordinary old man had encountered this posture, he would have been so frightened that his legs were weak, but this old man walking alone remained calm and did not even look at these three people, as if these three people were not people at all, but roadside people.
The scenery is just like those flowers and plants.
The three robbers had committed crimes so many times, and this was the first time they encountered such a situation. They felt angry and weird at the same time.
The man standing in front of the old man was quite angry and planned to give the old man some pain first. He swung the ghost-headed knife and rushed towards the old man's thigh, intending to strike at it. But at the moment he drew the knife,
, the black sword hanging from the waist of the lonely old man suddenly moved, and a fast black shadow jumped out from the scabbard.
The black shadow flashed around behind the knife-wielding robber, and without knowing what method he used, he actually cut the knife-wielding robber into several pieces in an instant!
The knife-wielding robber is like a fruit that has been cut indiscriminately, with pieces falling to the ground, dripping with juice.
Before the other two robbers next to him could react, the black shadow flashed again and used the same cruel method to kill the other two robbers!
The pieces of corpses were piled on the ground, which could no longer be pieced together. The blood gathered into a pool, part of it flowing slowly, and part of it seeping into the soil.
After killing the people and completing its mission, the black shadow jumped back into the scabbard and disappeared, like a ghost.
The three robbers died, but the old man who was robbed is still alive.
The old man was still walking alone, still bowing his head in thought, as if what had just died were not three people, but three flies buzzing around him. His dark red clothes were still clean and tidy, without even a drop of blood on them.
It was as if there was an invisible force protecting him.
The pile of corpses and bloodstains in front blocked his way. If he went further, his pretty-toed boots would be stained. Instead of taking a detour, he raised his foot and stepped on it in mid-air, just like that.
Stepping on the air, he crossed the pile of corpses step by step. He walked in the air step by step, as if he were a living god.
After walking forward for a while, the old man climbed over a low mountain. He raised his head slightly, glanced towards the opposite side, and murmured: "The Sword-Forging Villa should not be far from here."
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Roadside, tea stalls, middle-aged people drinking tea.
The middle-aged man is about forty years old, with a gloomy face, dark circles around his eyes, and two deep depressions in his cheeks. He looks like a starving ghost crawling out of hell. But the most special thing about him is not that.
The face is his hands! His hands are thin and long, and the nails are also very long, forming a slight curve, like an eagle's claws. If these hands are caught on a person, they are enough to scratch the person's flesh.
His clothes are also very special. There are many pockets on his body, and I don’t know what is in these pockets. From these pockets, there is a vague fragrance of medicine. Although the smell is not as good as the fragrance of flowers, it is not unpleasant. There is something special about it.
kind of flavor.
At this moment, he was holding the teacup with his eagle-claw-like hands, sipping tea and enjoying snacks.
The rest of the tea drinkers seemed to realize that the middle-aged man was a weirdo, and they all hid far away, leaving him alone at the table where he was sitting, which was quiet. The waiter at the tea stall leaned against an awning.
On the pillar, I secretly counted the pockets on the middle-aged man's body, and now I have counted twenty-two.
The middle-aged man was drinking tea when his ears suddenly moved and he caught something strange eight miles away.
In the forest eight miles away, someone was galloping in the sky. Every time he landed, there would be a soft sound. The sound was not loud, but it could not escape the middle-aged man's ears.
"You must be on something important if you are leaving in such a hurry. I will go over and join in the fun and see if I can get some benefits." The middle-aged man thought to himself, with a sly smile on his thin dark blue lips. He put down his hands.
He paid for the tea cup and disappeared without a trace while the people around him were not paying attention.
The waiter was counting the remaining pockets when he found that the middle-aged man suddenly disappeared. He was so frightened that he thought he had seen a ghost.
In the woods beside the tea stall, a middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and chased the man in the forest following the sound. His speed was faster than the other person, but his footing was lighter. Even if he stepped on the leaves, there would be no life. There is something in the world.
Not many people have this light skill, so he is very proud.
It didn't take long for the middle-aged man to quietly catch up with the man in front of him, and found that the man was a very short man, wearing khaki clothes. It was hard to tell his age from behind, and he must not be too old. The short man on the left
A bulging treasure bag hangs on his waist, and a dagger hangs on his right waist. Judging from the size of the treasure bag, the short man carries a lot of small things with him.
The middle-aged man smiled gloomily, with a little more curiosity in his heart. He sped up his feet and got closer to the short man. When he got close, he simply jumped up and flew with all his strength to control the wind. He flew all the way to the top of the short man's head.
Above. He lowered his head and looked down. This time he finally saw the short man clearly.
The short man is indeed not very old, he is just in his thirties, and he has a little freckles on his face. His beard is very distinctive, with a tuft on the left and right sides, each about two inches long, and does not grow downward like ordinary people.
Instead, it grows horizontally, like two mouse whiskers.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and after thinking about it for a moment, he remembered a slightly famous thief in the underworld.
This snitch is nicknamed "Little Mouse". It is said that he has a beard like a mouse. He is very skilled with his hands. He is best at opening doors and picking locks. He has stolen many things. The short appearance is different from that of the snitch nicknamed Little Mouse.
By coincidence, it should be this person.
The pockets of snitches are very deep, sometimes even bigger than those of wealthy businessmen.
The middle-aged man turned his eyes coldly and came up with the idea of the little mouse. The opponent was just a little mouse, and he was a poisonous scorpion. Of course, the little mouse couldn't defeat the poisonous scorpion. He stretched out two fingers and put them in one of his jacket pockets.
Zhong flicked it lightly and drew out two dots of green powder. He aimed his finger at the little mouse's nose, flicked it, and accurately flicked the green powder under the little mouse's nostrils.
As soon as the little mouse took a breath, he immediately inhaled the green powder into his nostrils. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late. His expression changed drastically, he quickly stopped, spun around and landed on the ground, raising his eyes and looking around.
The moment he landed, he held his breath and stopped his internal energy, but it was still a step too late. The green powder had already taken effect in his body, making his limbs weak and his chest swollen, showing obvious signs of poisoning.
"A friend from somewhere came here and made a joke like this with me. If I have offended you in any way, you might as well come out and meet me. I will apologize in person." The little mouse clasped his fists and asked loudly.
"Little mouse, you didn't offend me, but I wanted to offend you. If you really offended me, what would get into your stomach now would not be 'cartilage powder', but 'Crane Red' with a heartbeat
"Deadly poisons like 'intestinal wine'." The middle-aged man responded with a sneer, then appeared and landed in front of the little mouse.
Cartilage powder is a very famous poison that can greatly reduce a person's internal energy and make the whole body limp. As for the other three poisons mentioned by the middle-aged man, they are even more famous. They are all deadly poisons that are well known in the world.
Just a little bit can kill someone.
The little mouse looked at the middle-aged man, his fear became deeper, his face became paler, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency, your surname is your name, I have no grudges with you in the past, so why are you suddenly attacking me?"
Poisonous hand?"
"Who stipulates that if you don't have hatred, you can't be cruel?" the middle-aged man asked with a sneer.
"There is indeed no such rule in the world, but this is a bit too unkind."
"When you steal other people's things, have you ever considered whether to be kind or not? Since you can steal things at will, I can also poison you at will."
"When I steal things, I steal from ordinary people. I will never do anything to my friends on the street. But you are poisoning your friends on the road. This is different. As the saying goes, there is a way to steal. Although we who are in the underworld behave badly,
, but don't forget the word "righteousness". If you are also a gangster, please show me your noble hand and let me go. I will be grateful and repay you generously. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, no one will
It may be smooth sailing, but there will be times of bad luck. If something happens to you in the future, I, the little mouse, promise not to stand by and watch. In this world, it is better to have many friends than many enemies.
, please think twice." After the little mouse said these words, he tried to raise his hands and clasped his fists to salute, but found that his hands were too weak to lift up. This shows the intensity of the poison in him.
"That sounds nice. It seems that you not only have a pair of skillful hands, but also a skillful mouth. Based on what you just said, I can leave you a way to survive, but you have to answer a few questions from me."
The young man was happy to hear this and opened his mouth.
The little mouse immediately breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more relaxed. He agreed: "If you have anything to say, please feel free to ask. It's not difficult to answer a few questions."
"Before I ask this question, I can tell you that if there is even half a lie in what you say, today will be the day you die."
"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I will never dare to deceive you."
"Okay, then let me ask you, what are you going to do if you run so fast?"
"I'm going to the secret room at the bottom of Qianbo Lake to attend the meeting of the 'Silver Escort'." If there was a slight hesitation, it would prove that there was something wrong in his heart, so the little mouse answered quickly, almost blurting out.
Qianbo Lake is located in Changchun Prefecture. It has beautiful scenery and is famous. There are an endless stream of tourists every day. The "Silver Guard" is more famous than Qianbo Lake. He is a thief and has done many earth-shattering cases. Every time
When committing crimes, he would recruit a group of underworld elites to form a temporary team. It is said that he has never failed since his debut.
Whenever the "Silver Dart" selects a candidate, he will give the opponent a silver dart as a certificate to join the team, and his nickname comes from this.
When Silver Dart is born, there must be a big case!
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes emitted two rays of light, and he said secretly: "I was really fooled. There is indeed something fishy about this kid. The case that the Silver Escort Master is going to do must be quite big. I will ask more in depth.
Maybe we can get some big benefits."
After changing this thought, he asked again: "Since you are going to the meeting of the silver escorts, you must be carrying the silver escorts with you?"
"It's natural. Your Excellency, please keep your eyes open." The little mouse put his hand into the bulging treasure bag, pulled out a silver dart with a red tassel tied on it, and shook it three times. The silver dart was prism-shaped,
The pattern on it is very special, very different from ordinary darts.
The middle-aged man has never seen the special silver dart of the silver dart customer, but it must not be fake. He reached out his hand, released an invisible inner force, grabbed the silver dart in the little mouse's hand with his inner force, and caught him through the air.
In his hand, he looked at it from a close distance.
Taking a closer look, the silver dart has a dazzling brilliance, clear texture, and beautiful carvings. It is indeed not a vulgar object, which further proves that this is the special silver dart of the silver dart customer.
"This silver dart is quite beautiful and has quite a collection value. I'll keep it." The middle-aged man made a palm move and the silver dart disappeared and fell into one of his pockets.
"Since you want it, I'll give it to you. But without this thing, I won't be able to go to Qianbo Lake." The little mouse said with a bitter smile.
"You still want to go to the meeting? It's great that you can save a life from me today. Let me ask you again, what is the purpose of the silver escort's meeting with you? Is he planning another shocking case?"
"The Silver Escort has gathered his troops, of course, to commit a crime. He can't just invite everyone to drink tea under Qianbo Lake."
"What case is he going to make? Be clear."
"A few days ago, I was lying on the rocking chair and taking a nap. Suddenly a silver dart hit the wall and woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I found a note hanging on the silver dart.
There is only a few words written on it: 'Zi Chujian is born, and everyone wants to get it. See you at the bottom of Qianbo Lake on May 20th, and the Silver Guards sincerely invite you'. Now you should understand what the Silver Guards are going to do, right?"
"It turns out that the Silver Guard wants to snatch the Zichu Sword." The middle-aged man said loudly. This newly minted sword has caused a lot of noise in the world recently. No wonder it attracted the attention of the Silver Guard. In fact, he himself also wanted to snatch the sword.
That's why we rushed all the way to Changchun Mansion.
"Yes, Silver Guard's target this time is Zichu Sword. I heard that this sword has been sold in the underworld for more than 1.5 million taels. If you find the right buyer, the price can be even higher.
A few million taels is not a problem, so I decided to join the Silver Guard team." said the little mouse.
"Besides the note, what else did the Silver Guard tell you?"
"No more. I only saw the Silver Guard and the note, but not the Silver Guard himself. His strength is unfathomable and he comes and goes without a trace. I can't catch up with my ability."
"Okay, very good. You provided me with some fairly useful information. After I got this information, I was no longer interested in other things."
"So, your Excellency has promised to let me go?" the little mouse said happily.
"You answered my question obediently. According to our previous agreement, I will naturally let you go. If you open your mouth, I will throw the antidote into your mouth and return you to the temptation." The middle-aged man
commanded.
"Thank you for not killing me. From now on, you will be my reborn parents." No matter how much he secretly hated the middle-aged man in his heart, the little mouse thanked him repeatedly and showed great respect on his face, not daring to show it.
Any anger. After thanking him, he opened his mouth and waited for the antidote to be put into his mouth. He was now deeply poisoned. Without the antidote, even walking would be a problem.
The middle-aged man put his hand into his pocket and drew out a red powder with his nails, only a tiny bit was drawn out. With a flick of his fingers, he put the tiny bit of powder into the little mouse's mouth, and used a clever force.
, after the powder entered the mouth, it immediately fell into the depth of the throat.
The little mouse shut up and swallowed the powder. He said a few more polite words, then carefully felt the changes in his body, waiting for the antidote to take effect. Under the influence of the red powder, his heart suddenly beat violently.
For a moment, then it stopped.
When a person's heartbeat stops, life will naturally come to an end.
The little mouse's expression changed dramatically, and his face instantly lost all color. He covered his chest with his hands and fell to the ground in pain.
It turns out that the red powder is not the antidote for Chondro Powder, but the notorious poison "Heartbeat"! After being poisoned by this poison, the human heart can only beat once and then stop beating, hence the name
.
"Haha, you are so naive. When did Ji Huacheng, the scorpion hand, ever leave anyone alive?" The middle-aged man looked at the corpse on the ground, sneered, and turned around to leave.
