Thirty-one two lines of blood and tears against the world
The middle-aged man looked down at the gun barrel that was embedded in it on his bare chest. Drops of thick black and red liquid fell on the snow. When these things that were very different from living blood met the snow, it was as if water and fire were incompatible.
In a similar situation, all the half-finger-thick snow turned into steaming mist.
The Qishan County soldiers present were horrified. Only Zhang Wu, who handed out a gun, looked as determined as steel. This scene seemed to have been expected.
Zhang's spear is so powerful that it would rather break than bend. The tip of the spear points at it, breaks shields and pierces armor, cuts through formations to kill the enemy, and is invincible.
This is also the military marksmanship for which Zhang Wu is famous. A light cavalry team in Dayao's frontier army, from cavalry to cavalry generals, each armed with a big gun, is all the descendants of Zhang Wu's disciples.
This hidden force of the gun pierced the old wound of the middle-aged man again, and the force of the gun stirred up the surrounding flesh and blood.
For any four-story martial artist, this would be an injury that would immediately require him to see the King of Hell.
"This shot is to repay the favor of saving my life."
The middle-aged man seemed to turn a blind eye to the horrific wound on his chest and muttered to himself.
He grew up in a village near Qishan County. He was the product of an affair between the male master of a wealthy family in the village and his wife's maid. Although he did not have a status, fortunately, a wealthy family always had children with the male master's blood in them to eat.
She was living a comfortable life. Probably because she was watching her children grow up and become much smarter than her own children, the mistress, who was the daughter of an official in the county and city, actually paid for the murder.
He still remembers his mother using her last bit of strength to hug the man's thigh and tell him to run.
He didn't dare to look back.
Still being caught up, he was tied up and gagged by the man who had the idea of playing, and threw him to a remote mountain road that was rarely visited. Before leaving, he joked that if he could survive, he would come to him.
Revenge is it.
After staying in the haystack for two days and two nights, he heard sounds coming from far and near in his sleep. He had given up all hope and tried his best to use his throat to make noises and flutter. Fortunately, it was Zhang Wu who was on the fifth floor.
Otherwise, the woodcutter who went up the mountain to cut wood would not have heard this movement. Exhausted, he held on to his eyelids and refused to close them. When a figure appeared in his sight, he was finally relieved and fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was next to a bonfire, covered with a piece of clothing. The owner of the clothes was beside the bonfire, with his gun stuck on the ground and his horse tied aside.
Zhang Wu did not talk to him about those good people's excuses, but just asked: "Are you hungry?"
After watching him gobble up more than ten pieces of dry biscuits, Zhang Wu threw him a gourd of water and told him to only drink two sips, otherwise he would not starve to death in the wilderness but die of swelling. This way of death was really stupid.
Zhang Wu, who took him to take root in Qishan County, listened to him gritted his teeth and told the whole story, and took him to the county government office to play drums and complain.
The male owner of that family, his father, was not close to the former magistrate of Qishan County. He spent half of his family's wealth to make the matter into a trivial matter. His mother
To kiss a living human life, just use money and a simple sixteen-character sentence of "There are no witnesses, no physical evidence, it is difficult to convict, and there should be no right and wrong."
As for the male host, that is, his father who could not recognize his real name, he had secretly come to their residence to find Zhang Wu once, saying that if the matter was exposed, he would be disgraced and would be stabbed in the back, begging him not to leave.
After further investigation, he found out that his wife had been divorced by him. After that, he handed Zhang Wu a banknote of two hundred taels, which roughly meant that he was a little compensation for his maid giving birth to a son. If there was any need for money in the future,
Wherever you go, just ask.
Separated by a wall, he wanted to take a knife and dig out his father's heart, liver, and lungs to see what color they were.
The male host, who thought he acquiesced to Zhang Wu's silent behavior, left with great gratitude.
In the days that followed, Zhang Wu taught him how to practice guns and treated him like a father and son.
I don't know if it's due to his dull aptitude or his eagerness for revenge, but his martial arts climbing speed is exactly the opposite of his diligence.
Finally, he no longer had any patience and ran away from Qishan County. By chance, he got a secret book of Kung Fu through hard training.
The pages of this book are not ordinary at first glance. The book begins with the words "Kill a hundred people to learn a small skill, kill ten thousand people to realize the great truth." Is this a deliberate attempt not to be shocking but to die?
As for the path of cultivation, it was even more terrifying. It was actually an evil path that wanted to suck the blood of living people. Even though he was originally willing to do whatever it took to improve his martial arts, he hesitated again and again. In the end, it was the sentence at the end of the volume that made him make up his mind.
If you can obtain this method, you can rise to the heights of martial arts, avenge a sea of blood, and kill all enemies in the world.
Compared with the result that makes him have no hesitation, what does the suffering of a bad death mean?
His level of martial arts is low, and at first he can only find ordinary people who are far inferior to martial artists. The blood of old farmers in the fields is the most bitter and tasteless, the blood of scholars has the mellow fragrance of ink, and the blood of cardamom girls is fragrant and makes people want to stop. But these are not as good as these.
A warrior's hard work is like aging fine wine, and he can't help but indulge in it.
When he exchanged his wounds for his life, he killed an old bodyguard who had reached the fourth floor. He cut off his limbs and threw away his chest when the pain was at its worst. He greedily sucked up the blood in the heart that was still pulsing, and threw away the old man who looked relieved.
The bodyguard's body was finally able to reach the fifth floor.
The first thing he did after that was to find the man who killed his mother, kill all seven of his family, and then kneel down and cry for him
The white-haired old man let go of his infant grandson, tore the baby's body alive, and then laughed at the old man.
Is it painful for you? Is your heart hurting? It was so painful when I watched you stab my mother in the back with a knife.
But you only suffered for this moment, I suffered for more than ten years!
Having been wanted by Dayao for a long time, he returned to Qishan County anonymously. Zhang Wu had already received the news in advance and was guarding the door of his father's house with a gun.
It's just that Zhang Wu was the only one who had no skills at all. When he brutally killed a family of young and old in a nearby village and forced him to go to check, he had already sneaked into the house where he spent the first ten years of his life and completed what he wanted.
I think about what happened for more than ten years at night.
That night blood flowed like a river. In front of Zhang Wu who came back in a rage, he dug out his father's heart and liver with his bare hands. He looked at it carefully and then bit it down. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Then he said with a smile: "It seems that this evil man has a deep heart."
The taste of blood is indeed worse."
Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes towards the world.
Zhang Wu was speechless.
Dayao's laws were complete and set a model for neighboring countries, but why couldn't he even give justice to a child who killed his mother?
He looked up to the sky and roared to vent his sorrow.
Now there were two more lines of blood and tears left in his eyes.
So what if he is a cannibal and has a lot of blood?