Yanshan walked towards the room where He Yidao lived with bloody hands.
He Yidao and Yan Wen followed Yan Shan, and Xue Shou followed He Yidao and the others.
Bloody Hand walked at the back to prevent the three of them from escaping.
In fact, Bloody Hand did not intend to keep an eye on the three of them all the time, but only added some psychological pressure to the three of them, because he did not believe that an old man and two teenagers could escape from his hands.
Yanshan finally led everyone to He Yidao's room.
Yanshan pointed to the porcelain on the antique shelf in He Yidao's room and said: "These are the antiques I collected, and they are all very precious."
Xue Hand glanced at it, not interested, "What else."
Yanshan said: "The paintings on the wall are all the work of everyone."
Bloody Hand asked: "What else?"
Yanshan said: "The other valuable things are the land deeds and so on."
Bloody Hand said: "I don't want money."
Yanshan said: "These are the only things we have at home, and there's not much else."
Yanshan looked sad and helpless. He didn't know what the bloody hand would do in his home besides asking for money.
Bloody Hand said: "Do you have a secret room to hide anything here?"
Yanshan said: "I don't have a secret room to hide things in my house. What do you want? I don't have anything valuable in the Yan family."
Xue Hand suddenly said viciously: "I hope you won't play any tricks, otherwise, these two children behind you..."
Xue Hand snorted coldly, which was self-evident.
"If you don't say what you want, where will Mr. Yan go to find something for you?" He Yidao suddenly spoke, but his voice was very calm.
Seeing that the young man who spoke showed no fear of himself, Xue Shou immediately became interested, "Boy, are you not afraid of me?"
He Yidao didn't answer. He didn't think the question asked by the big man named Xue Hand had any significance.
Seeing that the young man didn't answer, the bloody hand thought he was frightened, "You're a bit braver, kid. Do you know how many people's chests I've torn into pieces with these bloody hands over the decades I've been in the world?"
He Yidao looked at the blood-stained hands, thinking that he must have killed the servants of the Yan Mansion with these hands, and he frowned.
Xue Hand thought he was scared, so he continued with a smile, "Did you know that the famous black and white evil spirits in the early years died in my hands?"
His tone was full of pride, as if he was saying something very great.
The smile of the bloody hand is not pretty, even a bit ugly. And coupled with his hands, it looks a bit ferocious.
Yanshan exclaimed: "The black and white evil spirits you are talking about are the White Snow Sword He Qingyun and the Blood Lady Su Wen?"
"Blood Lady Su Wen?" Yan Wen exclaimed. The reason why her name is "Yan Wen" is that she has many connections with Blood Lady Su Wen. "Didn't the two of them get married and retire from the world?"
When He Yidao heard the names 'He Qingyun' and 'Su Wen', his heart trembled and his whole body shook violently.
This is the name I am most familiar with.
He didn't believe that there could be such a coincidence as having the same name in the world, so he didn't think what he was thinking was wrong.
He stared at the bloody hand, staring fiercely, his eyes were red. He was no longer as calm as before, but seemed to be going crazy.
"No, you will never be able to kill them two!" Yan Wen found the courage from nowhere and stared at his bloody hands.
There was absolute trust in Yan Wen's tone, which was the trust in the strength of He Qingyun and his wife.
"But the couple did indeed die in my hands." Xue Shou smiled at Yan Wen, with a great sense of satisfaction on his face.
The more people don't believe you can do something, but you do it, and the feeling of satisfaction is really unconcealable.
"Who else was involved in that matter?" He Yidao lowered his head and closed his eyes, his voice was a little low. He did not immediately kill the bloody hand in front of him because he wanted to know more.
Xue Shou saw something strange about the young man in front of him. He said, "You don't need to know. Find me something quickly."
"What do you want?" He Yidao asked again.
"Ore, metal, ironware." Bloody Hand said.
Yanshan said anxiously: "How can I, a chess player, collect these things?"
"But I heard that you once purchased a strange stone." Xue Shou said as he kept approaching Yanshan.
Yanshan was frightened and backed away, looking even more panicked.
"Wait." He Yidao said.
He raised his head, his eyes were calm, but his eyes were red, as if he had cried.
"What do you want that thing for?" He Yidao asked, although he didn't know what that thing was.
Xue Shou stared at He Yidao, with no change on his face, "Boy, sometimes being brave is not a good thing. Are you asking too much?"
"You alone can't kill He Qingyun and his wife, so you must have a companion, am I right?" He Yidao asked.
Xue Hand frowned, "I don't think you need to know."
He Yidao knew from Xue Shou's reaction that his guess was not wrong, because Xue Shou had no intention of covering up the matter and just didn't answer.
"Who are they?" He Yidao asked.
The bloody hand was facing He Yidao, and his voice was a bit cold when he spoke, "The more people know, the faster they will die."
This is a declarative tone, without emotion, but it makes people feel cold.
He Yidao looked directly at the bloody hand and asked the next question, "Why kill them?"
Xue Hand suddenly laughed, "You are really interesting!"
However, the smile on his face seemed to be suddenly interrupted and froze on his face.
Visibly, there is a knife, a black knife, stuck in Xue Hand's chest.
"Who are they?" He Yidao's voice was very weak, but his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the bloody hand.
"Such... such a fast knife." He covered his chest with his bloody hand, stared at the flying knife stuck in his chest, and slowly uttered a sentence.
"Why kill them?"
Xue Shou took a few steps back, leaned on the wooden cabinet behind him, slowly slid to the ground and sat down.
The black knife was inserted into Xue Shou's chest. Only the handle was left, and it should have been inserted into the heart.
As long as He Yidao uses his spiritual thoughts to take back his luck, Bloody Hand's chest will immediately spurt out blood, and Bloody Hand will soon die.
"It's not... we want to kill them, but someone... wants to kill them." Bloody Hand said.
He Yidao asked: "Who is it?"
Xue Hand shook his head, "I don't know... we all call him... Pavilion Master."
Bloody Hand's chest continued to bleed, and he seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
"Why did he kill He Qingyun and his wife?"
Bloody Hand said: "To...find...things."
He Yidao asked: "What are you looking for?"
Bloody Hand said: "Ore...metal...iron..."
He Yidao asked: "Do you know who I am?"
Xue Shou tried his best to raise his head and glanced at He Yidao: "I don't know."
He Yidao said word by word: "My name is He Yidao, my father, He Qingyun."
Xue Shou looked at He Yidao, "I said...I said you look familiar, so...that's how it is."
He Yidao waved his hand, and luck flew out of the bloody hand's chest and went back into his sleeve.
I saw that the blood that was originally flowing slowly suddenly spurted out. The eyes of the bloody hand slowly lost their luster.
Xue Hand murmured something vague, "I...regret...Yunwu..."