There are many people walking around in rivers and lakes wearing curtain hats, and Yin Guihong has long been familiar with them. Otherwise, he would have had an irregular heartbeat the first time he saw Chen Xing. It was just the shadow that flashed past his eyes that made Yin Guihong rush to follow him. So much like the shadow in my memory. Even though it had been more than ten years since the last time he witnessed it, the ghostly image had already been deeply imprinted in his bones.
The height and body shape are basically unchanged at all - Liudao Impermanence certainly has such ability. The curtain hat he wears is black gauze, the end is an inch away from the shoulder, and he carries two soldiers on his back. This kind of dressing up is considered common, but it cannot be said to be common. Among the killers who walk at night, there are many people dressed similarly, but they will not wear curtains and hats that are not conducive to movement and only cause trouble.
Next, just confirm the color of the pair of weapons.
A strange uneasiness and panic filled Yin Guihong's heart. He felt his chest getting tighter and tighter, and his breathing became faster and faster. But these weren't just due to his running. He seemed to have a sense of expectation and sullenness at the same time - after all, it was just an expectation to confirm the target's identity. If it weren't for revenge, who would be happy to see the enemy? The opponent's skills were too agile and he could hardly catch up. What about Chen Xing and the monster from the beginning? They might be faster, which is incredible. But Yin Guihong would never give up so easily. He couldn't calm down when he thought that the hard-won opportunity was close at hand. As for how much he weighed, he forgot all about it for the time being. If the burden of your thoughts is too heavy, you will never be able to catch up.
After a while, the mysterious man's figure completely disappeared from Yin Guihong's sight. He didn't give up and chased in that direction for a while, but found nothing. There are several alleys running off the side of this wide road. The layout of this town is very regular, square and extending in all directions. Those people may run to any place at any time. Yin Guihong was sure that he shouldn't have gone to a strange place, because he kept his eyes fixed on the back figure and didn't see him move aside.
But he just disappeared. Probably he was running too fast and had lost some distance. Night is not a good time to hunt, and the field of vision is restricted by darkness, which greatly limits Yin Guihong's actions. His pace finally slowed down, and he readjusted his breath, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes. He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The half-missed moon seemed to be mocking him.
A bright blade lay across his throat.
Although the moonlight today is pitifully weak, with this little light, the knife is as bright as snow, and even paper is not as white as it. He swallowed subconsciously, and his eyes immediately slanted in the direction of the knife handle.
A man wearing a curtain hat stood in the alley beside him, his figure almost blending into the night.
"who?"
Yin Guihong found it difficult to breathe.
His voice was more magnetic and dull than imagined, like a ruthless and empty echo in a deep mountain stream, carrying an irresistible pressure, as if there was powerful magic wrapped in the words, or even more than that. Yin Guihong remained motionless. He didn't know whether he didn't want to do something or couldn't do something.
"You followed me all the way, what do you mean?"
Yin Guihong didn't want to answer this question because he realized a problem: If the black sword in front of him was the black one, his body and head might have been separated long ago. The other knife was still behind the man, but the white one was enough to explain the problem. On its blade, half is hollow and the other half is inlaid with black jade.
"Yin and Yang go to the stream."
In the end, he only uttered these four words, without even a doubtful tone.
Kanna-kun put the knife back, and the blade rubbed against the metal ring, making a harsh sound in the quiet night. Yin Guihong didn't know how he felt now, at least he couldn't describe it. I don't blame him. No matter who suddenly sees the guy he has a deep hatred for in this situation, he won't be able to react quickly. He should be angry, he should rebuke, he should draw his sword and fight. This scene has been rehearsed in his mind a thousand times. But when the encounter actually happened, he found that he couldn't even pull out the knife. By now, the situation is very clear: with his speed, there is absolutely no chance of him becoming an enemy of Kanna-kun. Whether it was Qinggong or unsheathing, he was still far behind.
But Kanna-kun put the sword back and said this:
"You don't look like someone from the Wuyong clan. I don't know what the purpose of your trail is, but this is not the place you should stay."
Yin Guihong took a deep breath.
"You don't remember me?"
This was indeed a strange question. He even felt that he could see a moment of inconceivability flashing under Kanna-kun's black veil. Although Kanna-kun was indeed stunned for a moment, he quickly said:
"I don't have to remember everyone I meet."
Yin Guihong couldn't help but frown. If you think about it carefully, after more than ten years, it is not unusual for anyone to lose their memory of someone they have only met once. It is not even impossible to not leave an impression at all. But a burst of anger surged from the bottom of Yin Guihong's heart. This was probably his most formal anger today. Zuo Genmen has done many evil things in the world and killed countless innocent people. As the capricious Kanna Wujun, he is even more murderous. To him, he is indeed just a nobody, and there may be many other children like him. Among those people, some may have grown up, and some may have their age fixed forever, but none of them have truly stood before the sworn enemies like Yin Guihong.
Will you remember how many grains of rice you have eaten, how many drops of water you have drunk, and how many times you have seen the rise and fall of bees and butterflies? For Kanna-kun, the so-called grudges and hatreds in the world are as natural and meaningless as breathing in and out.
Yin Guihong warned himself with reason, suppressed the resentment in his chest, and silently placed his hand on the handle of the knife. It's impossible that Kanna-kun didn't notice this action, but he didn't do much.
"How about you think about it again, we did meet Xing Xing many years ago."
"I don't recommend you do this," Kanna-kun's voice was neither salty nor cold, "I can guarantee that if Jin Mieya is even an inch out of its sheath, it will fall to the ground along with your hand."
To Kanna-kun, he is not much of a threat at all. Like the woman before, he could also recognize the weapon in his hand. However, he just couldn't recognize himself. Of course, of course... Yin Guihong knew very well that he had no obligation to know or remember. But all this was still enough reason for him to be angry. "You can actually name this knife."
"The animal's parts are considered rare. It's not difficult to remember them, let alone the Six Paths Divine Weapon. I knew its creator once, and he was a generation older than me."
You also tore its original owner into pieces. Yin Guihong knew this story, but Shen Wujun didn't say much. I don't know whether it was because he had heard it or because he felt there was no need to say more. For him, this was enough. Yin Guihong had never understood other aspects of him, and there was no need for it. What was engraved in his memory was the mysterious and dark head on the narrow wellhead... This had become a nightmare that he could not get rid of for many years.
"But I really don't remember you," Kanna-kun said lightly, "You probably got it recently. Being able to get this weapon shows that you are capable, and I should congratulate you. If... you didn't get it from If someone in the Six Paths gets it in his hands."
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
Yin Guihong didn't want to think, he seemed to be asking questions just for the sake of asking questions.
"I recognize one of your previous lives... It stands to reason that his sins are not enough to allow him to be reincarnated as an adult within five hundred years. I imagine that someone abused his power and interfered with it. In this case, it is really not enough for you to get this thing. "Shangqi Qi. I advise you to be careful and don't act as a spearhead for others."
He must know that it is Lord Xueyue. Lord Kutsutsuki is the only monster in the Underworld in Twelve Months, and he is quite famous, not only because of his identity. Although Gui Hong didn't respect him, he didn't take the monster seriously based on Shen Wujun's tone. Yin Guihong prides himself on being an impulsive person, but he is not stupid and can figure out many things from details. There was an indescribable feeling hanging over his heart like a cloud, but it was not fear. He didn't know what it was, maybe... loss? There are so many things to be disappointed about, and the gap between the two is the most important one.
"That's all. Although, I don't think people like you can listen to much."
What does this mean? Yin Guihong's sullenness only increased. The latter in the word "you" is full of contempt. It sounds like he has indeed learned a lot from the past, but he is still in the mood to give himself advice, and maybe he has not met many of the previous ones. Thinking about it, Kanna-kun naturally doesn't care about Kugetsu-kun's affairs, and Kugetsu-kun must rarely ask for trouble.
However, Lord Xueyue was very concerned about him, and Yin Guihong knew that. Otherwise, he would not come to the door and use himself as a spear to attack. Come to think of it, Lord Xueyue naturally has a shield and can withstand the enemy's sword, but if his spear is broken, it is broken. He himself knew this point that Kanna-kun wanted to remind him.
But that was... a blood feud that slaughtered his whole family.
The bright colors of fire and blood never appeared from this impermanent ghost, but he personally created so many carnivals of fire and feasts of blood. Just for a moment, Kanna Wujun suddenly jumped up, like an eagle flying over the wall and eaves at night, and disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye, without even saying goodbye. He obviously heard new news and wanted to continue his previous mission. Yin Guihong stood there alone, feeling indescribably depressed.
He felt the knife was hot.
