In the eyes of the brown hat Tibetans, this was an unexpected outcome. He had won. Not only would he wash away the shame of failure, but he would also kill a certain person for his organization.
The injured and weaponless Mustache seemed to have become weaker. Facing the light of the brown hat Tibetan man's sword, he seemed to be a little frightened. This kind of fear gave the brown hat Tibetan man great satisfaction and could make a person
It is undoubtedly a matter of great pride for a powerful opponent to be afraid of oneself.
But the brown-hat Tibetan was not dazzled by the temporary advantage. He knew how powerful Mustache was and could never give the opponent any chance. He had to kill him quickly when he was at a complete disadvantage to avoid future troubles. Holding this
With this thought, the man in the brown hat rushed towards me with a knife. There was only two steps between them.
The long knife of the Tibetan man in the brown hat came towards him. Mustache had no weapon to resist and could only dodge. The blade of the knife almost passed through his armpit. At this moment, the Tibetan man in the brown hat showed the confidence of victory in his eyes.
Suddenly it froze, because his slight fear when he saw the mustache disappeared instantly.
Obviously, Mustache's fear is disguised, he is never afraid of anyone.
Uh-huh...
The brown-hatted Tibetan felt like he was being ambushed, and his emotions were a little confused. He wanted to immediately withdraw the long knife he stabbed, but it was already too late. This was an opportunity that the mustache had been waiting for a long time and deliberately created.
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The eyes of the man in the brown hat were illuminated by a sudden cold light, and he felt a sudden chill in his throat. Then, it was like a punctured hole in a filled balloon, and all the energy in his body quickly flowed along.
This hole keeps leaking out.
Dang clang......
The long knife in his hand fell out of his hand before he could retract it in time. The man in the brown hat could no longer control his body. He covered his throat with both hands and stepped back step by step, but blood flowed down his fingers.
He was speechless, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a stream of blood foam spurted out.
His expression was painful and filled with extreme disbelief. He looked at the mustache standing quietly in front of him. Until this moment, he still refused to believe that he was so easily defeated when he had the absolute upper hand.
The throat was cut.
"Knife...your...your...knife..." The Tibetan man in the brown hat said the last words intermittently, covering his throat.
A very short blade protruded from Mustache's mouth. He bit the blade with his teeth and cut the throat of the man in the brown hat.
"Knives are extremely deadly only when they are hidden in the most unlikely place." Mustache watched the man in the brown hat stumble little by little, and felt a sense of weakness himself.
Until the moment he is about to die, the brown hat Tibetan may not understand the truth. From the past, to the present, and in the future, any victory only belongs to the wise. He was very unwilling and stretched out a trembling hand full of blood.
Bloody hand, pointing at the mustache.
When the man in the brown hat stopped breathing, Mustache was relieved, but he still did not dare to be careless. He hid the body of the man in the brown hat, covered the bloody ground with gravel and soil, and finally hid himself
In a corner, he leaned heavily on the stone, reached out and took out a pill from his arms, chewed it up and swallowed it.
Every ancient profession in the world has something unique to it, especially in the profession of crawlers, because the profession they engage in is very complex and dangerous, so there are many corresponding things. The mustache is
The pills you take were invented by some of the richer and more sophisticated country folk in the past. They come from an ancient Chinese medicine.
Prescription. In the past, many officials or wealthy people may have unfinished wishes before they died, or there may be people they should see that they have not yet met. At this time, the pharmacy at home would prepare a special meal.
A dose of traditional Chinese medicine. This recipe only uses ginseng, so it is also called Dushen Decoction. It cannot bring the dead back to life, it is just for hanging.
Some old-timers refined solid pills from Dushen Decoction. This thing can kill you. It is also very effective for Mustache in this state, because he does not have much time to let his physical strength recover naturally.
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About half an hour later, Mustache emerged from the hidden corner. During this half hour, no matter how hard he tried, he could not completely quiet down and maintain a calm mood. All he could think about was Jia Luo.
Things related to Jia Luorong. Lao Zhao betrayed him. Mustache is still not sure whether Jia Luorong's disappearance has anything to do with Lao Zhao, but one thing he knows very well is that he will not be able to find Jia Luorong smoothly and easily.
Lao Zhao's betrayal made the situation more dangerous, not only for Jialuorong, but also for Jinpu Awang who stayed in the village. Mustache was thinking about it as he walked. In the end, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to leave it temporarily.
Jialuorong must now join Jinpu Ngawang immediately, otherwise the two of them are far apart and may easily get into trouble. He cannot afford to lose his only partner again.
Mustache deliberately took a long detour to avoid encounters and conflicts with people from other forces. The night was a better cover. During the march, Mustache noticed some people moving in the dark. He didn't know the other party's identity.
Motive, and lost the iconic characters, he did not know whether these people were in the world or pilgrims. Mustache spent a long time avoiding these people, and had to go around in a long circle, and then slowly approached the village.
When we were still more than ten miles away from the village, the oncoming cold wind brought a smell of blood. Through the moonlight, Mustache could see three corpses lying not far ahead.
He immediately stopped on alert, observed for a long time, and then slowly approached. Because his vision was damaged, when he was getting closer to the three corpses, he discovered that one of them was the male owner of the village.
All three people died. Their necks were slashed to death with a sharp weapon. The time of death was not long, and the bodies were even still warm. Those who died together with the male host were obviously villagers from the same village. They might have been on their way back to the village.
Something happened. Mustache felt that the pressure in his heart was getting bigger and bigger. This incident had already affected others, and he was a person who never wanted to drag others down.
Mustache didn’t know what the male host had discovered during his search. He wanted to take a look at the items the three people were carrying, but just halfway through, the sound of messy and hurried footsteps came from a distance. Mustache turned around and wanted to hide.
But when he turned around, he took a quick glance and found that the people rushing over were also several villagers from the village.
"Gasi! Langri! Bova!"
Several villagers ran very fast. When they rushed over, their eyes seemed to be red with the blood in front of them. They instantly became sad and angry. They threw themselves on the three corpses and tried to
Wake them up. But this is in vain. The people are already dead and no one can save them.
"It was you who killed them!" A villager looked up at Mustache standing next to him, rushed over, grabbed him by the collar and shook him hard: "Why do you resent them! It's not their fault! We spent the whole night
They’re all looking for it!”
"I didn't kill the person." Mustache didn't struggle.
"It's not you! Who else could it be! Tell me, who is the murderer? Do you dare to touch your chest and swear!" A villager also rushed over, and he saw the blood on Mustache's chest.
"Catch him! Don't let him get away!"
Several villagers immediately gathered around, and Mustache repeated it again, but facing a few extremely angry people, there really wasn't much reason to explain. Although with his skill, he could break free and escape effortlessly.
, but he didn't do that.
"Take this murderer back!"
Several people couldn't help but say, some carried the body on the ground, and some held the mustache's arm tightly, and rushed towards the village quickly. When they rushed back to the village, it was already before dawn, but some people in the village
The villagers went out to look for Jialuorong and did not return all night. Their families could not sleep well, and the lights were still on in several houses.
The three corpses were placed together in the middle of the village. As they called each other, almost all the adults in the village got up and gathered here. The family members of the deceased seemed to be unable to believe their eyes until they touched them.
When he reached the cold body of the deceased, he started to cry loudly.
"What's going on!" Jinpu Awang limped his way into the crowd, looked at the corpse on the ground, and then at the mustache surrounded by the crowd.
"Because of resentment! He killed Jia Xi and the others!" A villager's eyes were red, he grabbed his mustache by the collar, turned around and shouted to the people around him.
The horrifying cuts and coagulated blood on the corpse's neck aroused everyone's anger, especially the young and strong relatives of the deceased, who immediately began to push the mustache.
"I didn't kill the person." This was the only thing that Mustache could say, but at this point, it was difficult to convince the villagers. No one believed what he said, but after Jinpu Awang heard what Mustache said, he was determined
Believe me, it was definitely not him who killed him.
Jinpu Ngawang wanted to stop the villagers, but the scene in front of him completely angered these honest people. Jinpu Ngawang was also surrounded. The son of a deceased man, who was only a teenager, picked up a wooden stick from the ground and bit it.
Teeth rushed over.
"I'll beat you to death!"
The wooden stick came down from the top of his head with a strong wind. Mustache did not dodge. The hard wooden stick hit his head hard and broke with a sound. Then, a trail of blood slowly flowed from Mustache's black hair.