Guo Zilian carried at least two daggers, three bottles of poison, five hidden weapons, and many miscellaneous and strange things that Zhao Rang didn't even know what they were.
I thought that was all, but I didn't expect that he took off his shirt instead, revealing a modified crossbow tied to his back. The three-edged arrow shone coldly in the candlelight, so menacing that Zhao Rang couldn't help but look at it. Subconsciously, he turned his head to the side a little.
The Chinese-faced killer loosened the belt that bound the crossbow, removed the arrows, and placed them flatly on the ground. Only then did Zhao Rang see that his crossbow had its bow string tightened and was ready to fire at any time.
"Okay, that's all!"
Ignoring Zhao Rang's stunned look, the Chinese-character-faced killer clapped his hands, put his coat back on, and said relaxedly.
This kind of story that would only appear in storybooks and legends, Zhao Rang never expected that it would appear in front of him.
My throat felt like there was a ball of cotton stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say a word for a long time.
After I went downstairs just now, the happy mood suddenly disappeared, and it lasted only for a short time.
But soon, Zhao Rang found something new that interested or curious him.
That is what kind of killer is a killer who carries so many kinds of killing weapons!
It is rumored that a long time ago in the world, there was a killer who mastered seven weapons at the same time, but in the end he died because his strength was too complex.
The Chinese-character face in front of me took out more than seven kinds of things and put them on the ground. Especially the crossbow machine behind him... Zhao Rang really couldn't figure out how someone could carry a crossbow machine out anytime and anywhere, so he became interested again.
Zhao Rang has loved excitement since he was a child, and he likes to see all kinds of different people doing different things. It would be best if these people and things revolved around him.
Fortunately, he was born in the Zhao family in the north and became good friends with Ximen Dazhuang. So he was never bored. Different people and different things really happened around them.
Isn’t this the best evidence now?
Zhao Rang pointed to the weapon on the ground and said:
"A killer who carries so many things is definitely not a good killer!"
The Chinese-character face shook his head and said:
"You are wrong, I am the best killer in the entire Shanye Kingdom!"
Zhao Rang smiled disdainfully.
The reason for contempt is simple - he doesn't believe it!
The best killer will only specialize in one weapon, and then practice it to the extreme, using it as his strongest method, striving to kill with one blow and escape unscathed. It is impossible for someone to specialize in so many categories, not even the legendary killer, let alone the ordinary Chinese character face in front of him. If he insists on saying that he is the best killer in the country on a single night, Zhao Rang will lose interest again, and maybe he will take action out of disgust.
It is important for people to be self-aware, otherwise they will become boring and shameless.
"Do you see any difference between these two daggers?"
Zhao Rang squinted his eyes, lowered his head and looked carefully, and said:
"One is long and one is short, one is wide and one is narrow."
The dagger is somewhat similar to the broken knife, so Zhao Rang can still tell a difference.
"Oh! The short one and the narrow one have blood grooves. The wide one and the long one don't."
There is only so much that can be seen with the eyes. No matter how many there are, you have to hold them in your hands and screen them carefully. Zhao Rang would not be stupid enough to pick up a killer's belongings for no reason, not to mention that the person the killer wanted to kill was himself!
But with his eyes alone, he could see something strange!
Daggers are mainly used for stabbing. In order to enlarge the wound and achieve maximum damage, many daggers borrowed the design of arrows and changed the blade into a triangular shape.
Even if it is an ordinary old dagger, it does not need a health slot. As long as you grasp the key points and timing correctly, the opponent's life is no longer yours, and nothing else matters.
"You're right, but not completely."
The Chinese-character face picked up the narrow dagger and the wide dagger respectively, and explained:
"The wide one and the long one are for killing people. The other one is for killing people."
"suicide?"
Zhao Rang was very surprised.
The Chinese-character face turned a deaf ear and continued what he just said:
"This suicide dagger is specially made according to the width of my throat. Poison can be placed in the blood tank, which is a double guarantee that I will never survive."
Zhao Rang leaned back. Although there was nothing strange on his face, he was actually a little shocked in his heart.
A killer holding a person who wants to die, who else can't be killed?
In other words, if a person is not even afraid of death, then no one can avoid his life-threatening blow.
Such killers are the most ruthless, cold-blooded and terrifying.
But such a killer did not attack him, and Zhao Rang became more and more puzzled.
Unknown things always have a magical power that attracts Zhao Rang to continue exploring.
He carefully looked at the throat of the Chinese character face and found that it was indeed similar to the width of a dagger. But based on this alone, it is not certain that what he said is true, so Zhao Rang pointed to three bottles of poison and asked:
"Is this the kind of poison that's put in the blood tank?"
The Chinese-character face was still shaking his head:
"The poisons placed in the blood tank are not here. These three are not poisons."
"It's not poison, is it still an antidote?"
"Secret medicine!"
Zhao Rang had heard this word from Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He stared at Guozi's face with piercing eyes, his Adam's apple moved up and down, but he just asked calmly:
"What secret medicine?"
The three porcelain vases were exactly the same, and Zhao Rang didn't know how to tell them apart. But he was sure that these three bottles were definitely not a secret medicine.
"Sometimes I also take jobs that don't involve killing people."
The Chinese character replied.
"This kind of work is more profitable, but it's also difficult to do."
Zhao Rang thought that the killer only wanted to silence the living. Could it be that he also had the ability to make the dead speak?
"Some people are very strict with their mouths. It's very difficult to get them to speak. Especially when you meet those tough guys whose faces are expressionless even if you chop off a piece of their flesh."
Zhao Rang nodded in agreement.
"So the function of these three bottles of secret medicine is to make those who don't speak speak, make those who speak more speak more, and make those who speak more speak only the truth."
Zhao Rang took a deep breath to relieve his increasingly tight scalp.
The Chinese character face has just been "introduced" to two types, but it has made the atmosphere in the room extremely depressing.
Regardless of Zhao Rang's already pale face, the Chinese-character face continued to talk to himself and talked about all the remaining weapons.
His voice was neither sad nor happy, and it didn't even have any ups and downs. And he spoke a very long sentence, which meant that he was full of energy.
Previously, Zhao Rang felt that this killer with the Chinese character face was not worth mentioning except for his ability to hide his figure. Now it seems that I am just trying to shake a tree, and I am not overestimating my abilities...
So when the narration of the Chinese character face stopped, Zhao Rang suddenly jumped up, swept back, and went straight back to the stairs.
There is a whole window on the second floor.
Although the crystal is thick, it is as fragile as paper under Zhao Rang's black steel knife.
This was the only retreat he had chosen after much thought just now.
Seeing Zhao Rang's behavior, Guozilian didn't feel surprised. He just sat down on the chair and said in an extremely heavy and tired tone:
"The last one is invisible and intangible. It has been integrated into my bones and blood."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rang felt that the figure sitting there with the Chinese character face suddenly shook.
Zhao Rang thought it was because he was dazzled, but his hand suddenly relaxed.
Looking down, he saw that the black steel knife that he had been holding tightly was gone.
Looking up, he was sitting there with a straight face, but there was a knife in his hand.
It's Zhao Rang's black steel sword!
Fortunately, since he met Ye Sanniang, he has come into contact with several great masters along the way, including Shang Shiyi, the previous owner of the black steel sword. Therefore, Zhao Rang was only surprised by Guozixian's extraordinary skills and was not impressed. Totally frightened.
Sure enough, there are benefits to being well-informed.
Otherwise, if you haven’t even seen it, you will be scared to death sooner or later!
"What a great knife! I didn't expect Wu Dao Tang's swords to be in such good condition!"
The Chinese character's face revealed the origin of Zhao Rang's black steel sword in just one sentence.
"Do you know Wu Dao Tang?"
Zhao Rang asked back while walking towards the hall he had just left.
There is no knife in his hand, but he feels more confident than when he held the knife.
A life anyway.
This Chinese-character face didn’t kill him just now, and he probably won’t kill him now.
Otherwise, the moment of grabbing the sword would be enough to kill him many times!
"That hall master and I had some friendship, but it's a pity that in the end it caused public outrage... What a pity!"
Guozi couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, holding the black sword as if looking at his old friend.
"You haven't said what is fused into your bones and blood!"
The Chinese character turned a deaf ear.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to rubbing this black steel knife.
After a long time, he raised his head, his eyes sparkling with crystals.
Obviously, there is no "little friendship" between him and Wu Daotang.
"Oh, who told you to suddenly show off your sword!"
Since Zhao Rang came down from upstairs, Guozi Lian saw the knife in his hand. However, despite trying his best to restrain himself, his emotions were well hidden. It wasn't until Zhao Rang finally jumped up and the knife in his hand flashed with black light that he couldn't help but grab the knife.
Then the Chinese-character face started muttering to himself.
Zhao Rang saw his lips moving constantly, but couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.
After a while, the Chinese-character face finally stopped muttering to himself, carefully placed the black steel knife on the table, and asked Zhao Rang:
"Do you know why I don't kill you? Even though you deserve to die!"
The topic is back to the beginning.
Zhao Rang shook his head dully, then thought if it was because of the black steel knife, and said tentatively:
"Shang Shiyi?"
This test was obviously wrong. Zhao Rang could see from his face that he didn't know Shang Shiyi at all, and he had never even heard of the name.
"If you want to say it, just say it. If you don't say it, I will pull you down! If you want to kill, kill me. If you don't, I will pull you down!"
Zhao Rang suddenly felt an unknown fire in his heart.
