In this quiet and mysterious atmosphere, the bearded man heard the rapid beating sound of his heart.
After a while, he heard the mysterious, faint and cold voice in his ears.
"Which room is Rusty Knife's house?"
"Answer quietly."
The long knife blade of Chen Mo's left hand was already pressed against his neck. The hand covering the bearded man's mouth was slightly released, but not completely.
I could only hear the bearded man's trembling voice slowly coming out from between his fingers: "The biggest house is right there, just walk straight out the door."
As soon as the bearded man finished speaking, his mouth was covered again, and then he felt a cold chill on his neck. He was thrown to the ground, restrained and unable to move. Even before he died, he did not know who killed him.
It was still raining outside, and the rain was dripping down the eaves, but no one noticed anything unusual here.
Chen Mo quietly closed the windows here, and through the crack in the door he could vaguely see the house that the bearded man was talking about.
Chen Mo took out the broken blade and wiped the blood from the two knives on the lying corpse. After observing for a while, he went out again when the rain increased.
Some of the houses in this village are older and some are newer. They should have been rebuilt on the old site. The houses are in a mess and completely irregular. The continuous rainy days have made the roads between the houses very muddy.
Chen Mo came out of one room, walked through the muddy path, and came to the wall of another room. He could vaguely hear the voices of people inside. He went around in one direction without disturbing the people inside, nor did he
You need to kill them.
The few guys who occasionally came out to wander around were all dodged by Chen Mo without any risk. At this time, Chen Mo had reached the hinterland of the village, and the target house was also within easy reach. He was different from other houses.
It's indeed big.
Chen Mo was now leaning against the wall under the eaves of a house. Women's voices could be heard inside the house. The wild voices were mixed with the men's heavy breathing, and there were more than one. Not far from the house, they were heard outside.
The messy rainwater was annihilated.
Chen Mo ignored the lustful voice and looked at the big house with burning eyes. He was not sure if the rusty knife was there, and he didn't know if he was the only one there.
According to what Thirteenth Niang said, Dadao Mountain only has one second level, Rusty Knife, and there are only a few that can be counted as the first level, and the others are just desperadoes.
After listening to the unpleasant noise and observing in a hidden corner for a long time, Chen Mo decided to take action. Taking three steps and one step at a time, he arrived at the door of the big house in the blink of an eye. Without thinking, he stepped into the house through the open door and saw
A figure walked out of the back hall.
Xiudao was drinking wine alone in the back hall. He didn't know if it was because of the weather or what, but he always felt bored.
One glass after another of wine was poured into his stomach, but he couldn't get rid of the inexplicable irritability. After a while, the wine in the hip flask was poured out by himself.
"Damn."
Xiudao, who was originally in a good mood, was put into a bad mood by the sudden irritability. The wine pot was bottomed out. He originally thought about opening another pot, but after thinking about it, he decided to find a few people to drink together. It was too boring to be alone.
I got up and walked out of the room, walked through the corridor, and when I came to the lobby, I saw a wet figure standing there, holding a knife in both hands, and he happened to be looking at me. Without saying a word, the man rushed over at a speed that could easily shake him.
Dazzling eyes.
The rusty knife immediately woke up from the drunkenness, turned around and dodged, and a blade of light fell close to his body. He dodged one knife in a thrilling way, and the second knife came again. As soon as he ducked, his clothes were cut by a short blade.
The three swords came again... Even though he was in the second realm, he was also forced back by this sharp blade.
Even so, the attackers' offensive still did not stop.
After Chen Mo broke into the lobby, he saw the figure and immediately recognized him as Xiudao. He was one of the three people he saw that night.
Without giving the man time to react, he immediately struck him with his sword. The man also reacted quickly and dodged his attacks one after another.
The two of them advanced and retreated, knocking over and breaking many tables and chairs in the lobby. The noise was loud enough to attract the people in the room outside who were drinking, chatting and venting their emotions. But Chen Mo didn't care.
The situation cannot be stopped, the only thing he has to do now is to kill this person as soon as possible.
After twisting and turning with the rusty knife for a few times, the man still cut off his arm. The bone-piercing pain made him curse his father and mother: These losers were all touched by my bedside, but there was no movement!
He didn't have a knife in his hand, but his energy was still there. After being stabbed, he also punched the man, knocking him back a few steps, and roared: "This is the fucking guy!"
Chen Mo was repulsed, and regardless of the surge of blood, he continued to move forward without making any pause, once again interrupting Xiudao's thought of escaping from the house.
Chen Mo drew his sword faster and faster, swinging the broken blade and the long sword in different semicircles, slashing towards the rusty sword.
Xiudao didn't expect that someone would sneak attack, and he bypassed so many people to get to his house, so he had no chance to take the knife, and his own knife was right where he was drinking just now, far away in the horizon and right in front of his eyes.
There was no chance to get it. Even when I tried to escape from the house, I was shot down by this man. I was quite depressed.
You can't retreat again and again. Xiudao can't feel the flow of the opponent's true energy. That means he is a person in the first realm. Since he is in the first realm, he cannot be suppressed by his momentum.
Without a knife, he turned his palm into a knife and started to fight back.
But in the end, he couldn't catch the blade with his bare hands. Even with his true energy, he still couldn't find the slightest advantage over the opponent's attack.
Who is this guy?
Just as he was in shock and doubt, he suddenly thought of a person, the boy who was rumored to have knocked out the teeth of the flower-faced tiger.
It’s him!!
Even if he knew who he was, it would still be of no use, and it would only increase his fear and pressure. Rumor has it that this young man beat the flower-faced tiger into a rage but was still able to escape safely. Moreover, this guy was not even in the second level. In all conscience, he could
He doesn't have the ability to beat the flower-faced tiger into that state.
Chen Mo's knife was getting faster and faster, almost making a shadow. There were more and more injuries on the rusty knife. Chen Mo was also hit several times by the opponent's knife. There was blood oozing out from under his torn clothes.
There was also a cut on his cheek.
The people in the village, those who were drinking and chatting, did not take it seriously when they heard the sound of tables and chairs collapsing and breaking, and they all speculated which old man was having a fierce fight with which old woman.
But the scream that followed shocked them. It was the voice of their boss: Could it be that the boss had a bad temper again, beat up another woman, and asked them to collect the body? After all, such things have happened before, and they didn't even think about it.
There was no enemy attack.
Perhaps the blame lies with Xiudao's own bad habits and his failure to shout out clearly.
Everyone put down their wine glasses, and those who were still sprinting immediately stopped, threw on two pieces of clothing, and ran out of the room in a hurry. After all, the boss's anger was still very serious.
Regardless of the rain and muddy roads, everyone hurriedly ran to the boss's house. When a group of them arrived at the door of the boss's house, his eyes widened. The boss was whipping a woman again, but with an unknown person.
The guys fought like crazy.
When Xiudao saw the people outside the house, he was overjoyed. As long as his people came and they held him, he would immediately speak out and his brothers would surround him to death.
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Chen Mo didn't care at all that their people were coming. He caught the rusty knife while he was distracted, turned the broken blade in his hand, held it upright, and stabbed the opponent in the abdomen, and succeeded.
"Damn it!"
Xiudao felt a pain in his abdomen. He immediately grabbed the opponent's hand with one hand and stabbed his own hand with the knife. With the other hand, he stabbed the opponent's chest with the knife. This was also his chance, although the price was a bit tragic.
Of course Chen Mo noticed the opponent's deadly blow, but he did not panic at all. He turned the long knife held in his left hand, and the long knife cut from the bottom up behind him, directly cutting into the opponent's arm, and then
When the opponent's knife touched his chest, his arm was cut off, and a long bloody mark was drawn on his body along the tip of the knife.
When the short knife pierced the boss's chest, everyone was frightened and rushed forward. When they were less than half a foot away from the intruder, they saw the back of the boss's hand being cut off by the man.
"Boss!!!"
As soon as Chen Mo cut off the opponent's arm, he saw people rushing toward him in his peripheral vision. At the same time, his grasped arm loosened and he drew the knife instantly, hearing the man's lung-breaking roar.
Chen Mo, who was not restrained, looked coldly at the few people rushing over. Seeing that they didn't even have weapons in their hands, he snorted coldly. He raised his knife and rushed forward. He screamed a few more times and killed those people in a moment.
If you put him down, you don't know whether he is dead or not.
After killing the first few people, Chen Mo jumped back and came to the rusty knife rolling on the ground. He grabbed the hair on his head and lifted him up directly. The broken blade in his hand was placed across his neck.
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Those who were about to rush over immediately stopped and looked nervously at their kidnapped boss, with the Adam's apple on their necks rolling.
"Young Master, please tell me what you have to say." Xiudao firmly grasped the bleeding arm with one hand and said with a trembling voice.
"Let go, let go of our boss, otherwise you will never leave our village today."
"Shut up, everyone!"
Xiudao roared angrily, looking at these guys who didn't have any weapons and some of their clothes were still messy, he was furious.
"Young hero, if you have any requests, just ask me. I will agree to them all. I will agree to them all."
"Well, I want the head on your neck."
"stop!!"
Everyone watched in horror as their boss died in the hands of a young man.