In a ruined temple, two young men sat cross-legged opposite each other.
One of them is Jin Shaohong, and the other is a young man in black.
The young man in black is a killer. Jin Shaohong came to him and asked him to get rid of Wang Daoran.
He is a man who has money and can push people around. He doesn't want to show off his courage to deal with Wang Daoran. He can't do it and there is no need.
Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the worst. It's better to be careful when making a ten-thousand-year boat. Your body is precious, and you can't compete with a beggar who doesn't know the heights of the world.
"Humph, Wang Daoran, who do you think you are? You don't take a piss to look after yourself, but a stinking beggar actually wants to fight me!" Jin Shaohong cursed fiercely in his heart and took out a piece of paper from his arms.
Open in front of the young man in black is a portrait of Wang Daoran, "This man's name is Wang Daoran, a stinky beggar, I want him dead!"
The young man in black only glanced at the portrait and said: "Okay, no problem, I will take over this business. No matter who he is or what he has with you, I will guarantee him a hundred gold coins."
die!"
"Okay, the deal is done!" Jin Shaohong agreed immediately, took out a bill from his arms and handed it to the young man in black, "This is a bill for one hundred gold coins, please accept it!"
"Okay, the deal is done!" The young master in black took it and put it directly into his arms without even looking at it. "Excuse me, how do you want Mr. Jin to die?"
Jin Shaohong looked confused. He didn't understand what the young man in black said.
The young man in black said: "If there is no request, I will kill him and leave. I will not care about the body. What kind of trouble it will cause in the future has nothing to do with me. Mr. Jin, do you understand what I mean?"
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Jin Shaohong nodded, thought for a while, and then said: "Put him in a coffin, find a remote hilltop, bury him alive, and suffocate him alive!"
The young man in black nodded: "No problem, it's settled. I will do as you say. Tell me, where are the others?"
Jin Shaohong looked outside the door and said, "It's in Wanquan Restaurant not far from here. As for which room it's in, you have to find it yourself."
"I understand. I feel wronged that Mr. Jin will stay here for one night. Before dawn, I will definitely come back to you and say goodbye!" After saying this, the young man in black stood up, flashed out of the door, and disappeared.
Lost traces.
Inside Wanquan Restaurant.
In a room, lying on the bed, Wang Daoran, who had changed into a new set of cyan clothes, had his eyes open, not asleep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
In the next room lived Zhuang Xiaoqing, who was already lying on the bed and fast asleep.
Whoosh!
A dagger suddenly broke through the window and shot into the room, and was nailed to the wooden pillar at the head of Wang Daoran's bed. There was also a note stabbed on the dagger.
Wang Daoran got out of bed after hearing the sound and took off the dagger and note.
I saw that there were only eight short words on the note, which read:
Open the window and you'll know it at first sight.
Wang Daoran did not hesitate, immediately dropped the dagger note in his hand, walked to the window, and opened the window.
Outside the window, on the street, stood an isolated young man in black.
Wang Daoran looked at him carefully, with a confused look on his face. He had never met him before and did not recognize him.
The young man in black looked at Wang Daoran, smiled coldly, and raised his fingers provocatively, meaning to ask him to go down.
Wang Daoran frowned and didn't think much. Regardless, he jumped down and stood in front of the young man in black.
The young man in black stared at him and asked, "Are you Wang Daoran?"
Wang Daoran said solemnly: "If you don't change your name in office, or your surname in office, I am Wang Daoran, and Wang Daoran is me. Who are you, and what do you do with me?"
The young man in black said coldly: "You don't have to worry about who I am, as long as you know Jin Shaohong!"
Wang Daoran was extremely smart. When he heard this, he had already guessed something. He looked at the young master in black carefully and said, "Could it be that Jin Shaohong asked you to take my life?"
The young man in black smiled slightly: "Brother, you are very smart. I expected that to be true. That's exactly what happened."
"Alas!" Wang Daoran shook his head and sighed helplessly, "I was wrong. I didn't expect that Jin Shaohong, who spoke so grandly, turned out to be a coward who was greedy for life and afraid of death. He didn't have the guts to ask others to do it.
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The young man in black said proudly: "I know nothing about the grudges and grudges between you, and I don't want to ask about them. I just collect people's money and help them eliminate disasters. So, brother, now, I am the one who wants to kill you."
, standing in front of you, are you also afraid of life and death, and dare not deal with me?"
Wang Daoran said decisively: "At this point, do I have any choice? There are many people here, let's change places and fight to the death!"
The young man in black said seriously: "Brother Wang is refreshing and heroic, I admire you!"
Wang Daoran waved his hand: "Please!"
"Follow me!" The young man in black said, turned around and ran away.
Wang Daoran followed closely behind, running at lightning speed.
The two figures flew past each other on the street at a speed that was jaw-dropping.
Wang Daoran gritted his teeth and tried his best to surpass the young man in black, but failed.
The young man in black was neither fast nor slow, and was always one step ahead of Wang Daoran.
After a while...
The two entered a mountain forest and stopped.
Next to the young man in black, there is a white unpainted coffin. Next to the coffin, a large pit has been dug.
The young man in black pointed at the coffin and said to Wang Daoran: "I will beat you half to death, and then put you in this coffin and bury you alive. This is what Jin Shaohong meant!"
Wang Daoran didn't take it seriously and smiled slightly: "If I win, I will use these words on you. Well, it is a life and death duel, no need to talk nonsense, come on!"
Without saying a word, the young master in black raised his body into the air with a little tip of his toes. He raised his right hand and gave Wang Daoran a fierce and sharp palm.
The wind howls in the palm, coming fiercely.
This does not mean that he is beaten to death at all, but that he is killed in one blow.
Wang Daoran seemed calm and composed. He did not dodge or dodge, but raised his palms to greet him.
boom!
The two palms struck each other, and the two of them staggered back a few steps before they regained their footing.
brush!
The young man in black twitched his waist and pulled out two soft swords.
"Catch the sword!" The young man in black said, and threw one of the soft swords at Wang Daoran. Rather than throwing it, it would be more appropriate to say hitting it.
The soft sword roared fiercely and shot towards Wang Daoran's chest like an "arrow".
This sword is too fast and too fierce!
Wang Daoran didn't dare to pick it up rashly, so he had to dodge sideways.
As soon as he turned aside, another soft sword in the black-clothed young man's hand struck at him.
Since he was retreating sideways, it was difficult for him to attack. Faced with the sword attack from the young master in black, he could only retreat.
The young master in black failed to hit the target with his sword and suddenly slapped a palm with his left hand.
The young master in black holds a sword in his right hand and claps with his left hand, which can be said to be a two-pronged approach.
Wang Daoran was already retreating, but now he was completely retreating.
boom!
He couldn't dodge and was slapped by the young man in black.
Boom!
He fell to the ground, embarrassed.
The young man in black showed no mercy when he gained the upper hand and raised his sword to chop him in the head.
He knew he was going to die, so he simply closed his eyes and waited proudly for death.
However, the sword of the young master in black did not strike down, but instead hung down.
Wang Daoran wondered why the sword did not fall, and couldn't help but open his eyes.
The young man in black said coldly: "Put yourself into the coffin obediently!"
Wang Daoran took a deep breath, stood up and said proudly: "My strength is not exhausted yet, I still have strength, let's do it again!"
"court death!"
"bring it on!"
"Look at the sword!"
"ah--"
The sword light was dazzling, the fists and kicks were fast, and the two of them fought fiercely together.
After a while...
Wang Daoran's body was covered in blood and his feet were swaying.
The young man in black attacked with soft swords, approaching step by step, aggressively.
puff!
I saw the soft sword of the young master in black piercing Wang Daoran's shoulder.
Boom!
Wang Daoran fell to the ground again, panting and weak.
The young man in black said coldly again: "Are you going to get into the coffin?"
Wang Daoran smiled bitterly, stood up and said, "Okay, I'll get into the coffin!"
He tried his best, but also accepted his fate!
The young man in black waved his hand: "Please!"
Wang Daoran said nothing, did not hesitate at all, just as decisively as he had stood up for Zhuang Xiaoqing during the day, he walked into the coffin and lay down.
"Although this coffin has not been painted yet, it is specially made. It can be regarded as specially made for myself. It is good for you to lie in it." As soon as the man in black finished speaking, he triggered the mechanism to close the coffin lid.
, and then kicked the coffin into the big pit on the side, filled the pit, and leveled it.
Done!
The figure of the young man in black flashed and disappeared.
Wang Daoran was lying in the coffin without any struggle to open the coffin. He was breathing heavily, his limbs straightened, and his fists clenched tightly.
He has three-thirds of the instinct to survive, but even more than seven-tenths of the perseverance to die. His strong willpower keeps his hands and feet at ease, neither fighting nor kicking.
He knew clearly that he was bound to die, so he was completely despairing.
Time was passing by bit by bit, and death was approaching step by step. Wang Daoran felt that it was difficult to breathe, the blood rushed straight to his forehead, and his head was swollen and painful.
The helpful, kind and enthusiastic Zhuang Xiaoqing...
Jin Shaohong, who was generous and robbed a good girl...
Treat each other with courtesy, the young man in black with great martial arts skills...
These people who met by chance, these vague figures, flashed quickly in Wang Daoran's mind.
He did not regret that he stood up for Zhuang Xiaoqing, nor did he regret that he had offended Jin Shaohong because of it, nor did he regret that he had been killed because of it.
Zhuang Xiaoqing could treat him, a chance encounter, to a meal, so why couldn't he seek justice for Zhuang Xiaoqing, a chance encounter?
If a man dares to do what he does, he has nothing to be afraid of and nothing to regret!
Huhu——
Huhu——
Wang Daoran was still breathing heavily, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker, and his clenched fists were gradually loosened.
Finally, death has come!
A smile without regrets stayed on his face forever. This was the last smile in his life. (To be continued)