Qilu is not our territory, and there is an invisible Killer Gate killer behind me.
I don't know when he might attack me.
It is not an easy task to deal with Mr. Liu under such circumstances.
I thought of several plans, but none of them seemed feasible.
In the past few days, all of us have been staying in the hotel, waiting for Zheng Ruhuan's golden basin hand-washing ceremony.
That evening, Mr. Hong and I were drinking tea and chatting in the lobby bar when Xie Chengbing suddenly called.
Since our last bet with Li Jianlu, Xie Chengbing and I have not seen each other again.
She did send me several messages, always asking me how Xiaoduo was doing.
As for Xie Yiliu's paintings in my hand, I also entrusted He Xiaoshi to help me sell them bit by bit.
The price is good, and it has given me several million in income. Junquge
The contract between her and Fang Chukai has also been signed.
After picking up the phone, Xie Chengbing said directly:
"On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, do you have time? I want to ask you out for a chat..."
"What's wrong with you?"
Anyway, Xie Chengbing is Xiaoduo's mother, so I naturally have a little more respect for her.
On the other end of the phone, Xie Chengbing's helpless sigh came immediately.
"I've been dreaming about Xiaoduo these days. I know she doesn't want to see me now. When I saw you coming out, I wanted to talk to you about my next plan. I don't want this child to wander around in the world like this..."
It's time for Xiaoduo's matter to come to an end.
It's just that this girl Xiaoduo has a knot in her heart. She always wants Xie Chengbing to acknowledge her in public.
I thought about it and replied:
"Send me the location and I'll go there now!"
After putting down the phone, I called Lao Hei and Dumb and went out directly.
The place where Xie Cheng Bingding stayed was a restaurant called "Lao Lu Wei'er".
It is said that this is a century-old restaurant with extremely exquisite cooking skills.
Traditional Shandong dishes such as sea cucumbers roasted with green onions and crispy fried in oil are the best in Qilu.
When we arrived, we saw that the parking lot at the door was already full of cars. Lao Hei had no choice but to park the car in the alley next to it.
The two of them planned to wait for me in the car, while I walked towards the restaurant alone.
Although it was only after seven o'clock, it was already dark in Quancheng in late autumn.
The lights on the roadside flickered dimly.
I walked forward slowly, and motorcycles and cars passed by me from time to time.
After walking up a few steps, we arrived at the restaurant. But suddenly we heard a "bang" coming from the roadside.
When I turned around, I saw a bicycle and a motorcycle colliding together.
The man on the bicycle fell to the ground and said dissatisfied:
"My dear mother, do you know how to ride a bicycle?"
The man riding the motorcycle was obviously a fool, and he immediately cursed:
"My maid, you were blind and hit me on your own, and you still scold me?"
The accident between the two people did not cause any disturbance in this silent night.
Apart from me taking a few glances, there wasn't even anyone on the roadside who stopped to watch the fun.
I turned around and was about to go up the steps.
Suddenly, I heard Lao Hei's roar not far away:
"Xiao Liuye, be careful!"
I have known Lao Hei for so long, and we have experienced numerous battles, big and small, together.
But I have never heard him worry and roar like this.
For a moment, my heart suddenly stopped.
What comes to mind is the "Eight Brocade Styles" that Uncle Zhong taught me.
If you are attacked from behind, do not look back, fall to the ground and bow your head.
These eight sentences may seem like ordinary sentences, but they contain a life-saving philosophy.
I fell to the ground, protected my head with my hands, and rolled on the spot.
Then, a dark figure wearing soft cloth shoes ran towards me.
I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could clearly see him stamping his feet hard on the ground, and two sharp knives immediately popped out from the front of his cloth shoes.
Stomp crossbow!
When I first studied with Uncle Zhong, he once told me.
Among the killing skills of Suomingmen, there is the stomping crossbow skill.
As soon as I raised my foot, the sharp blade pierced me.
I quickly raised my hand to stop him.
But I know very well in my heart that I will face the masters of the Life-Killing Sect.
This time, I was almost like a mantis trying to block a car.
At this moment, I even felt frustrated.
At this time, I heard a mute yelling from the side:
"I'll kill you bastard!"
Then, I heard a whooshing sound, and I didn't know what it was, piercing the night sky and heading straight for the killer.
The killer seemed to be a little afraid, and he retreated hastily.
With a "clang" sound, the mute's sickle fell to the ground beside him.
The mute had already rushed up, and he pounced towards the killer.
It's obvious that this killer doesn't want to fight.
He took a few steps back and ran towards a motorcycle next to him.
Without even thinking, the mute chased after him.
As soon as the murderer raised his hand, a silver light flashed in the night sky and came straight towards the mute.
The mute was startled for a moment, and then he fell to the ground with a "ouch" sound.
Sleeve crossbow!
Although I have never seen it, I heard Uncle Zhong talk about it.
This kind of crossbow is specially made and is not big, but it is very powerful.
Once it hits an important part, the person will either die or become disabled.
At this moment, Lao Hei and I also caught up.
The killer had already mounted his motorcycle and disappeared into the darkness.
"Mute, how are you?"
The mute lay on the ground, his face twitching.
"Where is the injury?"
The mute's hand touched my thigh, and I discovered that the pants on the inner thigh were stained red.
"Little, little, Sixth Master..."
The mute suddenly grinned, with an expression of pain.
"It's okay mute, I've already called an ambulance!"
The mute shook his head repeatedly and gestured at me with his thumb and index finger.
"It's just, just, just a little bit close. The red snake will have to, don't want me anymore. It's not good for him to stab me somewhere, he has to stab me there..."
I wanted to laugh a little, but I was embarrassed.
But what the mute said is right, and this can be considered a blessing in misfortune.