"Look, they're all injured. How come you weren't hacked to death?"
In Chen Mo's room, Xiao Yanyu was helping Chen Mo treat his wounds. She was very familiar with such things. He had been beaten all over by Thirteen Niangs many times before.
"We can leave here next year."
Xiao Yanyu stopped what he was doing and looked into Chen Mo's eyes: "Really?"
"real."
"Can you beat her then?"
"I don't know, but whether we can survive the fight or not, we can leave."
"When did Thirteenth Mother become so kind-hearted? Could she really be deceitful?" Xiao Yanyu was suspicious. She didn't believe that the hard-hearted woman would leave as they did.
"Hey~, Xiaoyu, when did I ever deceive you?" Thirteenth Niang quietly appeared again when Xiao Yanyu said bad things about her.
Hearing Thirteenth Niang's voice, Xiao Yanyu immediately hid behind Chen Mo and said angrily: "You are such a sneaky person who always eavesdrops on other people's conversations. This is very rude."
"Is it polite that you always speak ill of me behind my back? Besides, I'm a big bandit and I'm never unreasonable." Thirteenth Niang responded domineeringly and found a stool to sit on.
"You, you are unreasonable."
Chen Mo changed into a set of dry clothes, while Xiao Yanyu took out his bloody tattered clothes and found a place to throw them away or throw them into the stove to burn.
"You just killed Xiudao?"
Thirteenth Niang looked at Chen Mo curiously. This guy was always unexpected. Lu Yu was right. He was the lucky star in the village.
"You only talked about rust-killing knives."
"Then when I asked you to kill others, would you still go?"
"Yes, it just takes some time." Chen Mo answered directly. The conditions given by Thirteenth Niang were much easier to accomplish than defeating him. It was not impossible to kill all those people. After killing the rusty knife, he hid himself.
A little bit, if you dodge a few sneak attacks, you can always kill all those people. Without the backbone of Xiudao, they can't become a leader.
"That's enough. Why don't you also bring that stubborn cow's head back? It will save me a lot of trouble. What do you want to exchange for the extra head?"
The previous question was just asked by Thirteenth Niang casually. They brought Thirteenth Niang back and successfully completed their mission.
She can also do things like assassination. She didn't do it before because it would affect her whole body. If she assassinates one of them, she will definitely break up with the others. They will definitely abandon the gap between them and encircle and suppress them.
Her village was destroyed. But now it is different. It can be said that she took care of them all in one fell swoop.
"We'll talk about it later." Chen Mo had no intention of exchanging it immediately.
"Okay, someone will bring you food later. I have something to do, so you can stay alone." After saying that, Thirteenth Niang got up and left. It seemed that he was really busy.
The stockade was the original base camp of Black Tiger Mountain. Since its decomposition, there have been fewer people in the stockade, but there have been many more empty houses. Now the people in the stockade generally live next to the gate of the stockade.
At night, the rain stopped, but the stars in the sky were still not visible. In the back hill of the busy area of the courtyard, a house that had been neglected for a long time finally welcomed a new tenant.
Inside the house, a large cross stood here. An almost naked man was tied to the cross. His head was drooped, as if he had passed out. The white cloth covering his lower parts was dyed scarlet. On the ground next to him,
A large pair of scissors, usually stained with blood, fell, and there was a ball of rotten meat next to the scissors. It was no longer clear what it looked like before.
A woman in red scooped out a ladle of water from a large wooden bucket in the house and poured it on Zongla's head.
In the spring, some cold and biting water was splashed on the man's face, causing the unconscious man to wake up.
He raised his disheveled head with difficulty, looked at the crazy woman in front of him weakly and resentfully, and said feebly: "Kill me, kill me."
"Want to die? That's not that easy." Cheng Yan sneered and walked up to the man, holding a big candle in her hand and shining it on his face. "I begged you back then.
Even then, you never let me go."
The huge candle and the swaying firelight wandered around the man's body. In addition to the eye-catching sword wound left by Thirteenth Mother on his chest, the man's body now also had dense new scars.
Cheng Yan looked at her masterpiece and seemed satisfied but not satisfied enough. The candle in her hand tilted towards the man's body. After a while, hot wax tears dripped from the edge of the wax head, dripping down on the body covered with injuries.
The man's body was trembling involuntarily, but his mouth could not make any whine.
"Isn't it great?" Cheng Yan did not move away from the candle in her hand, and moved it close to the man's body. The wax tears dripped down drop by drop, and the man's body kept trembling.
"Didn't you like playing with this candle very much at the beginning? Your experience is the best. Do you think I am playing well?"
The man had no strength to answer him. He was breathing out more than he was breathing in. There was only one sentence that kept echoing in his heart: "Let me die! Let me die."
When Cheng Yan was having fun, there was a gentle knock on the locked door.
"Who?" Cheng Yan stopped what she was doing and asked.
"It's me." Lu Yi's voice sounded outside the door.
Cheng Yan put down the candle in her hand, came to the door, opened it, and Lu Yi, who looked better, stood at the door.
Lu Yi looked at the scene inside, frowned, and said, "Can I go in?"
Cheng Yan turned aside, letting Lu Yi come in, and then closed the door again.
"What do you want from me?" The two of them stood side by side, looking at the miserable Lao Wa.
"Stop when you've had enough fun." Lu Yi sighed and said, although he knew that Cheng Yan hated Lao Wa deeply, but it was really torturous and would affect her character.
"Why, are you pitying him?" Cheng Yan sneered.
"I don't pity him, I'm worried about you."
"Oh, are you worried about me?"
"You will go crazy if you continue like this." For those who practice martial arts, Lu Yi is very clear about the importance of character, and he does not want this person who has shared hardships to go astray.
"Obsessed? From the moment I was caught on the mountain, I became a human being and a ghost. If I hadn't wanted him to survive and die in my hands, I would have committed suicide long ago." Cheng Yanyue
The more excited he gets.
Lu Yi suddenly turned around, hugged her waist, and looked into her eyes with a low eyebrow.
"What, do you want it? I said, as long as you can help me catch him, I will give you everything, including myself." Cheng Yan said with some disdain in her tone.
"Stop, it's enough. We have a better future." Lu Yi didn't pay attention to her disdainful eyes, and his own eyes were just gentle.
"Haha, this is just a transaction between you, you really..."
Before Cheng Yan could finish speaking, she was kissed on the mouth by the man in front of her.
A transaction? Maybe it’s no longer a transaction between us.
At this time, Lao Wa didn't know where he got the strength. He raised his head with difficulty, and saw a scene he had never thought of from the scattered hair. He squeezed out the last strength and said hoarsely: "You two bitches...
"
Before Lao Wa could finish his words, Lu Yi, who was busy, pointed his sword through his chest. The vitality in his eyes gradually dissipated. This was perhaps the most correct thing Lao Wa had done in his life. He no longer had to endure the fate of life and death.
Destroy.
The three people who hijacked Lu Yi and Cheng Yan's motorcade together became history with Lao Wa's final death.
...
"Master Lu, fortunately you saw through the opponent's trick this time and there was no damage to the village."
In Lu Yu's house, Thirteenth Niang sat at the table and took a comfortable sip of wine.
Lu Yu's room is more like a scholar's room. It has a bookshelf, desk and the four treasures of the study. There are also many books on the bookshelf. Xiao Yanyu often sneaks in through the window when Lu Yu is not around and steals a few books.
He secretly returned it, thinking that he was doing it unnoticed, but everything was in Lu Yu's eyes, but he didn't point it out. Later, Lu Yu simply closed the door.
At this time, Lu Yu was sitting on the desk, writing something on a letter and paper with a brush in her hand, while talking to Thirteenth Niang.
"With the remaining methods we used, they really figured it out, but I also want to praise them. At least they know how to use strategies."
"Look now, Rusty Knife and Stubborn Niu died under Chen Mo's knife. Lao Wama probably won't survive tonight. There is also a Painted Tiger on the run. In an instant, I and our village are the only ones left in Black Tiger Mountain.
I have been worried about all the problems for two or three years, and today I have resolved all of them." Thirteenth Niang counted on her fingers. "I am now the only boss in the Black Tiger Mountain Range."
Lu Yu glanced at Thirteenth Niang, smiled, and continued writing the letter, saying: "Now we just remove the most difficult thorns, and deal with the remaining small thorns."
"Without the bosses in those hills, a new boss will definitely be elected. Although the strength is definitely not strong, he cannot be a tiger. There are also two people in the village, Lu Yi and Cheng Yan, who also need to be dealt with well. The one named
Cheng Yan's women are easy to win over, but that Lu Yi, if he comes to our village, he will really become a slave of the third surname. This guy needs to be watched closely."
"As for that picture tiger, even if he was seriously injured, we would have caught him out long ago. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst."
"And the Lao Bai of Baishi Cave you mentioned. Although we didn't see it, the Painted Tiger did tell you that Lao Bai came to attack our village. This is inconsistent. Even if the Painted Tiger deceived you, we have to investigate.
"
Lu Yu helped Thirteenth Niang analyze the current situation while writing.
"Then I will take people to find the flower-faced tiger tomorrow. He will definitely not be able to escape." Thirteenth Niang nodded.
Lu Yu put down the brush in her hand, picked up the letter and blew the ink on it, then smiled at Thirteenth Niang and said, "Would you like to pass it by?"