Chapter 142 The skirt knife is stained with blood for the first time
"What do you think, the female fairy... of handling it this way?"
Bamboo forest, inside the waiting pavilion.
Liu Liu clasped his fists in his hands and asked the "Jade Immortal" in official uniform who came back outside the pavilion in a respectful tone.
Watching this lifelike transformation at close range, Liu Liu and Liu Qi couldn't help but turn their heads and look at each other.
Is this the legendary qigong practitioner? He actually has such a powerful technique. The real person has already been lording it over in the Beitian Sanatorium, but the transformed dummy has taken his place and manipulates the people outside...
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Both of them had a look of fear in their eyes.
Outside the pavilion, Ouyang Rong did not answer the call immediately.
His silence put a lot of pressure on Liu Qi and Liu Liu, and they couldn't help but reflect on whether they had done something wrong.
The air inside and outside the pavilion felt a little quiet for a while.
Ouyang Rong silently retracted his steps and turned around to run.
He stood there and took a good look at the thin monkey man and the strong man who were respectful in the pavilion.
Then he looked at the poor hair lying on the ground, which was knocked unconscious.
He also looked at the jade-target white sandalwood skirt knife lying quietly in the tray on the table.
Ouyang Rong silently lowered his hands in his sleeves and stood by his side.
In addition to everything that is happening inside and outside the pavilion, some news revealed in the words of these two strange men just now comes down one after another...
This is a bit of a lot of information.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and suddenly nodded towards Liu Liu and Liu Qi in the pavilion.
When the latter two saw this, they didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as they saw it, Ouyang Rong walked straight forward, walked into the pavilion, and came to them.
Liu Liu and Liu Qi lowered their heads one after another and stood sideways to give way.
Liu Liufeng smiled: "Does the female fairy have any other instructions?"
Ouyang Rong pointed in the direction of Beitian Nursing Home outside the bamboo forest, slowly opened his mouth, and tried softly:
"There...people...are dead?"
Liu Liu nodded hurriedly and said casually:
"Ouyang Lianghan has been in for half an hour and still hasn't come out. He is already dead. He just doesn't know how to die.
"Well, I just hope that the young hero from Chang'an won't be too ruthless, otherwise it will be troublesome to assemble the body, and he can't pretend to be committing suicide out of fear of crime."
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows.
I couldn't help but look back in the direction of Beitian Nursing Home.
The corners of his mouth were slightly curved to speak, but after catching a glimpse of the awed glances cast by the two people in front of him, he flattened the corners of his mouth and even turned them down.
Ouyang Rong changed his usual familiar and gentle tone to calm, indifferent, or even harsh:
"Oh. But it's best to go in and confirm first."
Sure enough, Liu Liu and Liu Qi had no doubts about Ouyang Rong's demeanor and frowned at all. They became more and more cautious and said:
"Yes, Fairy Fairy, it's better for you to be cautious. The young ones are negligent. Let's go in and take a look first."
"snort."
Ouyang Rong snorted, nodded, and shook his head.
Liu Liu and Liu Qi, who had always paid attention to Ouyang Rong's face, were suddenly at a loss. It was really difficult to deal with such a moody old woman boss.
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes, adjusted his sleeves, and said softly:
"Take care of it now."
Being a weak scholar, he stood calmly in front of the two strong men, tilted his head slightly and glanced at the fainted hair on the ground.
Liu Qi was lightly elbowed on the waist by Liu Liu. Liu Qi suddenly understood and nodded hurriedly:
"Fairy, I'm here to move. I'm going to dig a hole in the forest first."
Liu Qi stepped forward, grabbed one of Xiufao's legs, and dragged her out of the pavilion. The little bald head went down the steps with a bang.
Ouyang Rong suppressed the twitching of the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, and said coldly:
"How do you do things? What should I do if I drag them on the ground and leave traces?"
"Oh." Liu Qi was stunned, and put her hair on her shoulders instead, walked out of the pavilion, and hid deep in the bamboo forest.
The strong man left temporarily, leaving only the young magistrate and the thin monkey man in the waiting booth.
Liu Liu had no doubts, nodded and bowed:
"Fairy Fairy, let me go to the almshouse first to see how Ouyang Lianghan died. I won't disturb the Fairy Fairy anymore. You should get the skirt knife back and go there as soon as possible. Don't let Ouyang Lianghan's men suspect.
Already."
"Um."
Ouyang Rong responded with a nasal sound, without comment.
He raised his feet and moved forward, quietly walking in front of Liu Liu.
The distance between the two is less than two steps, almost touching each other.
Liu Liu was stunned and stopped before leaving. Facing Ouyang Rong who was approaching, he lowered his voice and asked in a low voice:
"Does the female fairy have any other instructions?"
Ouyang Rong put his hands behind his back and lowered his eyes.
His face was calm and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He seemed to have been thinking about it for a while, before he carefully considered his words and said:
"The Liu family's side...um...how to say."
Liu Liu, who lowered his head to whisper with Ouyang Rong, showed some confusion on his face and blurted out a question:
"Haven't the eldest master made all the arrangements? The female fairy only needs to bring the person there. The eldest master and the two masters will meet you at Di Gongzha... Is there anything else that the female fairy doesn't understand?"
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance sideways at Liu Liu.
He immediately frowned and nodded: "You still need to talk about this? What I want to ask is... forget it."
Liu Liu's expression changed slightly, his tone became a little panicked, and he hurriedly said:
"I'm sorry, Fairy, I'm a rough person and I said something wrong. Fairy, please don't be as knowledgeable as a slave like me. Fairy, if you have anything else to ask, feel free to ask."
Ouyang Rong frowned coldly, glanced at him, and said nothing.
Liu Liu's face became even more panicked, and his body was trembling with fear. He had mixed well among the Liu family's slaves and children, and had deep connections.
Liu Liu slightly heard about some of the deeds of the female priest of the Dragon King Temple in Guyue Sword Shop, and he became more and more frightened.
Ouyang Rong silently watched the thin monkey man's reaction.
He suddenly took a step back, opened his arms, turned around half a circle, and asked with a sneer: "Does this outfit look similar?"
Liu Liu nodded quickly, dismissed the unfavorable topic before, applauded and flattered:
"Resembling, resembling, very similar, the female immortal's magic, magic, and magic are unpredictable, and she is exactly the same as the stupid Qing magistrate."
Ouyang Rong smiled faintly, glanced at the sky outside the pavilion, and glanced at the bamboo forest where Liu Qi had temporarily left.
He turned his head calmly, facing the stone table with the tray in the pavilion, and raised his chin lightly.
He gestured.
Liu Liu immediately took a step forward and cleverly came to the stone table.
The tray on the table was covered with a red cloth edged with gold.
The thin monkey man held up the white sandalwood sheath of the jade target white sandalwood skirt knife with his palms facing up, separated by the red cloth with gold thread.
He returned to Ouyang Rong, bent down, and carefully handed it over.
"Fairy, please!"
Ouyang Rong, who seemed to be preparing to leave with the skirt knife, smiled and glanced at Liu Liu with satisfaction.
Liu Liu, who was holding a knife in both hands, looked at the six directions, and when he saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Ouyang Rong took a step forward and approached Liu Liu.
He raised his chin slightly, relaxed and raised his right hand to receive the knife.
But immediately, what surprised Liu Liuwei, who was bending over to hand over the knife, was that Ouyang Rong's raised right hand did not grab the blade and scabbard to take the knife, but instead grasped the jade handle of the skirt knife with his five fingers and drew the knife horizontally.
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Liu Liu didn't have time to think too much. The hands holding the knife subconsciously grasped the scabbard through the red cloth, and assisted the calm-faced young man in front of him to pull out the knife.
So, under the silent sunlight that slanted into the pavilion, the jade target skirt knife that belonged to a certain legitimate daughter of the fifth surname, the snow-white and dazzling blade, was drawn out from the white sandalwood scabbard.
From slow to fast, from slow to accelerated, from silent to the friction between the blade and the scabbard.
Ever since, there was a "clang" sound.
Next, a strange scene was staged in the pavilion, which was silently staged like a black and white silent film:
The tall and thin man held the knife in both hands, handed it forward respectfully, held the scabbard tightly, and helped the young man, drawing the knife in one stroke.
The young man took the tall and thin man into his arms with his other hand. The two of them clung to each other, and the snow-white blade sank into the man's chest without any hindrance.
The extremely sharp blade penetrated the flesh and made almost no sound.
It's like a silver knife and fork being inserted into a hot butter cake freshly baked.
In the air, the only sound was the disrupted beating of the heart in the tall and thin man's chest.
This was the only sound that Ouyang Rong, who was close to Liu Liu, could hear.
From the corner of his eye, Ouyang Rong also saw that every time the man's heart beat wildly, his body twitched, and a stream of hot blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth that was curved with a smile on his astonished face.
"Junior sister, this skirt knife is very good."
This was the only thought that came to Ouyang Rong's mind at the moment when he committed murder for the second time.
Liu Liu leaned forward, Ouyang Rong supported his shoulder with one palm.
Between the two people who are close together.
There was a hand holding the handle of a jade target. The back of the hand was pale and bloodless, and even veins were exposed.
He was trembling and clutching the handle of the knife tightly.
Ouyang Rong looked calm and changed from supporting to pushing, pushing Liu Liu forward.
The latter still maintained the posture of holding the knife in both hands, but his body was as limp as mud and slumped to the ground.
This slave of the Liu family was unable to use any martial arts.
Ouyang Rong squatted down with the knife in hand. The tip of the knife was placed diagonally downward in front of his knees, and blood was dripping rapidly in a line.
He lowered his head and took out the gold-edged red cloth from the hand of the tall, thin man who was twitching, and silently wiped the blade.
Liu Liu muttered something in his mouth, and his eyes that gradually lost their luster seemed to show some disbelief.
Ouyang Rong did not listen.
He buried his head and carefully wiped the trembling snow-white blade.
Ouyang Rong had seen it in a niche post that popularized cold knowledge in his previous life.
To attack a person's heart, you need to hold the handle of the knife horizontally, with the blade parallel to the ribs.
This makes it easier to penetrate the gap between the ribs, and the heart can be stabbed effortlessly from below the xiphoid process.
Very good, this cold knowledge finally became popular.
It's quite practical, even a semi-newbie like him can stab his heart effortlessly.
Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that the time he had previously wasted on fishing and using his mobile phone after studying in class was not in vain.
The advantage of the red cloth is that the blood stains will not be too obvious after wiping off.
But on the floor of the pavilion, lines of blood were spreading like a map.
A piece of red cloth edged with gold that was still wet and warm was thrown onto the ground, on the face of the tall, thin man with dead eyes staring at him.
Ouyang Rong did not pick up the white sandalwood scabbard on the ground, but stood up in the pavilion and looked around.
There was no one around except the rustle of bamboo leaves.
A young man turned around with a knife and walked silently into the depths of the bamboo forest.
There was no escape.
In the bamboo forest not far away.
A strong man was skillfully digging a hole with a shovel.
Next to the pit, a young novice monk with a very bright forehead was lying reclining. There were two large swellings on the back of his head. He closed his eyes as if he had fallen into some kind of coma.
Suddenly, as if he heard some noise, the man in the pit looked up in shock.
"Nvxian, why are you here? Where is Brother Six?"
"I went to collect Ouyang Lianghan's body."
Ouyang Rong, who walked silently from outside the bamboo forest, replied calmly.
He put his hands behind his back, walked to the pit, glanced at the pit suitable for lying down, and nodded gently:
"The digging is almost deep. Let's go and find your sixth brother and help him."
"Yes, fairy."
Liu Qi nodded blankly, threw the shovel up, turned over and climbed up.
Ouyang Rong looked at Liu Qi, who was agile and could easily get over the trap.
His hand holding the white jade handle tightened a little tighter.
There was a skirt knife standing up behind Ouyang Rong, close to the cervical vertebrae on his back, slightly lower than the height of his neck.
Liu Qi tidied up the things beside the pit, patted the dust on her hands, turned to Ouyang Rong, who had his hands behind his back, nodded and said:
"It's done, let's go, fairy."
The strong man did not step forward immediately, but signaled Ouyang Rong to go first and take the lead.
Ouyang Rong seemed to be in a daze, staring down at the pit next to him.
"Fairy?"
The honest-looking Liu Qi still didn't leave first, and repeated with a curious look on her face.
Ouyang Rong seemed to have come back to his senses, looked at him, nodded, and prepared to turn around.
Suddenly, Ouyang Rong's expression changed drastically, and he stared at something behind Liu Qi:
"careful!"
Liu Qi quickly turned around and looked back, her back exposed.
Ouyang Rong's eyes changed from surprise to calmness.
He turned his wrist behind him.
A flash of snow-white sword light suddenly appeared, slashing diagonally towards the back of Liu Qi's head.
But who would have thought that this strong man seemed to have been wary of him for a long time.
His upper body leaned back quickly, and the light of the sword swept across three inches above his eyebrows.
The first cut was empty.
The expected head fall did not happen, and Ouyang Rong did not panic.
Using the inertia of the first knife, he turned around, took a step forward, and struck out with the second knife.
"The smell of blood is so strong, what did you do to Sixth Brother..."
Liu Qi, who was cautious enough to avoid the first knife, had a look of shock and anger on his face. Before he could finish his words, the second knife had already hit his face.
Being chased and slashed continuously, the strong man was already a little unsteady. At this moment, he took a step back in a hurry, but... behind him was the pit he dug.
One foot stepped on the air and the body lost balance in the air.
But the light of the sword has arrived.
Accompanied by a scream of "ah".
Half of the palm flew into the sky, and then fell to the soil, with the fingers still twisting.
Liu Qi waved his right hand in front of him in order to balance his body, but half of his hand was cut off.
However, the strong man reacted very quickly. His left hand actually grabbed Ouyang Rong's right wrist where he was wielding the knife, and used the opportunity to pull him into his "embrace."
Even in normal times, the thin and frail Ouyang Rong could not match the strength of a strong man, let alone the strength that the man exploded at the moment of life and death.
If the latter hadn't fought with bare hands, he would have been attacked first and caught off guard.
Ouyang Rong probably won't last more than three rounds in his hands.
But reality doesn’t have so many ifs.
Ouyang Rong, who was holding a knife, and Liu Qi, who had his hand broken, fell into the pit together.
Immediately, a roar of pain came from the pit: "You are not a fairy, you are really..."
Someone didn't speak. In the dark pit, only the light of the snow-silver sword flashed. In response, the man's words were stopped between his clenched gums.
In a narrow, low-lying pit.
There is a life-and-death fight taking place in silence.
Only one person can crawl out alive.
At this moment, Ouyang Rong's mind was completely empty.
Any movement made by the whole body to kill the opponent is controlled by some kind of animal instinct that emerges in an instant.
But for some reason, something the junior sister said to him with a smile while riding in a carriage came to mind very strongly: