The sharp blade pierced Dongfang Shiming's throat hungrily. Dongfang Shiming's defense failed, he frowned and closed his eyes, and died generously.
"Save someone under the knife!"
In the flash of lightning, a pebble rushed to my aid and hit the blade!
Lao Aotou's blade deviated from the direction and rubbed Dongfang Shiming's neck in the final gap, but failed in the end.
Upon seeing this, Dongfang Shiming made an immediate decision, raised his right arm with all his strength, waved his folding fan and slashed off Lao Aotou's right hand holding the knife. Lao Aotou's blood instantly spilled out, splashing on the soil on the ground, and the fishy smell filled the air.
"ah--"
Lao Ao screamed with a headache and almost dropped the hatchet in his hand, but he still held on to the handle tightly.
However, multiple serious injuries have made it difficult for him to support himself. I saw Lao Aotou staggering back a few steps, and finally staggered and fell to the ground.
"Are you OK!"
Fu Yunge ran toward Dongfang Shiming against the howling night wind. He was very worried about Dongfang Shiming's safety.
Dongfang Shiming gasped for breath. He had never shown such a bad look in front of Fu Yunge. This time he was embarrassed. But fortunately it was night, so he wouldn't look too closely.
Dongfang Shiming thought mockingly, Fu Yunge had already rushed to his side.
"I'm fine." Dongfang Shiming raised his hand and calmed his breath secretly.
Suddenly, he realized that the problem still existed, and continued to say to Fu Yunge: "This person is Lao Aotou." As he said that, he pointed in the direction of Lao Aotou, indicating to Fu Yunge.
Fu Yunge looked back and nodded hesitantly.
"However, he was seriously injured before he fought with me." Dongfang Shiming took a breath, "And he was almost crazy. I don't know what he went through before."
Fu Yunge stared at Lao Aotou lying in the dark sand over there, his brows gradually furrowed.
"...when did you come here?"
After thinking about it for a while, Fu Yunge asked this question first.
"Huh?" Dongfang Shi was obviously a little surprised.
Fu Yunge was a little dissatisfied: "Why don't you ask me to come with you? It would be too dangerous to sit in Buyuanfang by yourself!"
Fu Yunge's words were sonorous, which made Dongfang Shiming speechless for a moment.
Indeed, he was a little emotional this time. If the person killed was not an injured old Aotou but a healthy old Aotou, or even a group of big men, not only would he not be able to save the victim, but he might also die together.
Fu Yunge pretended to hate the iron, and shook his head and sighed.
but. At the same time, their eyes were attracted by the situation on the other side. They almost couldn't believe it:
Lao Aotou, who had just fallen to the ground, stood up unsteadily again!
"Give me...go to hell!"
With one last arrogant cry, Lao Aotou waved his sword again!
However, just as Fu Yunge and the two took a defensive posture, he staggered two steps, looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of black blood, and resolutely stabbed the hatchet into his belly!
The tall figure, as tall as a hill, finally slumped to death.
"He...why?" Fu Yunge stared in front of him, confused.
Dongfang Shiming retracted his folding fan and narrowed his eyes, also unable to explain.
The cold wind in the night made it even more desolate. The rustling wind blew the buds about to bloom, tightly wrapping the thin stamens.
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The next morning, in a small boat moored at Buyuanfang Pier, Fu Yunge and the two woke up from sleep.
The two of them did not rush back last night, but borrowed a boatman's cabin to stay overnight in order to continue exploring.
Overnight, the bleak cold wind gradually faded away. Weeping willows sprout green buds on the shore, and the breeze ruffles the spring water, creating ripples of blue waves.
Dongfang Shiming and Fu Yunge took care of themselves briefly, said goodbye to the boatman and returned to Buyuanfang.
Today, the people of Buyuanfang are still building graves for mourning. Paper money and white candles can be seen everywhere, and everything is filled with desolation and desolation.
However, some young people have started repair work in the ruins of Fangshi. They are demolishing the burned walls and cleaning up the burned garbage. In contrast to the surrounding spring scenery, it seems to have a renewed vitality.
Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming had breakfast at a restaurant far away, and they followed the grass where Lao Aotou had emerged yesterday and started looking for clues.
As for his body, the two of them buried him last night. In any case, they couldn't bear to leave his body exposed in the wild.
Behind the grass, the two found mottled blood stains.
Looking at the dripping blood and the chaotic haystacks, it is not difficult to imagine that Lao Aotou was in a very embarrassed state when he was hiding here.
"Look over there."
"Although the strong wind last night made the grass very messy, you can still see where the blood stains came from." Fu Yunge pointed to similar blood stains on the dead grass not far away and speculated.
The two people gathered around and immediately discovered something that made them happy.
Behind the trees, looking from a distance, you can see a road connected by bloodstains. The two looked at each other, and their ideas hit it off.
"If you follow the path, you can trace the source of what happened last night."
The two agreed and carefully followed the blood-stained line.
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In Chaoyun Street Port, Zui Chenxiang was sitting in another pub.
His eyes were paying attention to the door vaguely, as if he was expecting something to appear.
In order to facilitate movement, he took care of himself for the first time. All the tattered clothes and hats have been changed, and he has put on a simple gray coat.
In front of him was a plate of fennel beans that he had ordered half an hour ago. He had not drank any alcohol and looked completely different from before.
The shops are quite noisy in the morning. People were bustling, and some were still discussing the mysterious Gourd Knight's evil incident that had happened before. Zui Chenxiang didn't want to hear any information here. He seemed to be waiting for something, but as time went by, he gradually became impatient.
Looking at the customers coming and going, Zui Chenxiang felt a little dozed off again, his eyelids fluttering up and down.
The warm sunshine shone in from the wooden window, and Zui Chenxiang couldn't help but yawn long.
After looking forward to it for a while, Zui Chenxiang also finished the beans in the plate, feeling a little thirsty.
Near noon, more and more people came to the store to eat. The waiter looked at Zui Chenxiang with more and more dissatisfaction, and even a hint of suspicion.
When Zui Chenxiang didn't drink for a day, it felt like there were little alcohol bugs crawling in his throat. Finally unable to hold himself back any longer, he was about to ask the waiter to bring him a glass of wine, but he saw him walking this way first.
Seeing him coming, Zui Chenxiang was about to speak when the waiter, with a hint of contempt, took the lead and urged in a deep voice: "Guest, there are many people in the tavern at this time, and there are almost not enough tables. If you are fine, just pay the bill and leave as soon as possible. Bar."
The waiter's meaning was very straightforward, and he was disgusted by it.
But Zui Chenxiang was not angry either. Instead, he leisurely took out the torn cotton pouch from his pocket, picked out a broken piece of silver, and placed it on the table.
At first the waiter looked at his money bag and sneered at him, but when he saw the money, his eyes widened.
This piece of silver from Zuichen Township is enough to host a banquet here. This is obviously a master who keeps his wealth private!
The gloom on the waiter's face suddenly turned into a clear sky. He smiled flatteringly at Zui Chenxiang, bowed down diligently, and asked respectfully: "That... guest is a young man who has eyesight but cannot see the mountains. You, do you have anything?" Do you need anything?"
Zui Chenxiang touched his chin and thought for a moment: "Cook some good dishes, preferably fish. And serve some plum blossom cakes."
The waiter agreed wholeheartedly, collected the money, and went to the kitchen happily.
Zui Chenxiang held his chin with one hand, still thinking about something, but his expression was obviously hesitant.
The reason he did all this was that yesterday he used sporadic clues to infer the information that his old friend had returned to Chaoyun Street Port.
But the old friend was very low-key this time, and seemed to have no intention of saying hello to him at all.
We haven't seen each other for years and it's never been his style to do this. But doing this now can only explain what kind of plan he is carrying out, and the thing here that is most likely to attract him is the appalling Buyuanfang incident.
He must know something, probably because he didn't come to visit him so as not to involve his old friends.
Zui Chenxiang couldn't help but frown secretly.
So he dressed up specially and went out today just to let him understand what he meant.
But I didn't expect that after waiting here for a long time, he just wouldn't accept my favor. We can only express our sincerity further to see if the tacit understanding from back then still exists.
After a while, exquisite dishes were served on the table.
One is steamed carp, one is braised red perch, one is tomato-flavored fish fillet, and one is fried whitebait. The smell of fish filled the air, and it was obvious that the chef had tried his best to satisfy the taste of this distinguished guest.
Zuichenxiang himself doesn't like eating fish very much. With so many dishes, if my old friend doesn't come, then I'm really stuck.
It's not that he feels bad about money. Although it hurts to waste money, he will feel even more embarrassed if that old friend not only doesn't come, but laughs at his stupidity in the dark and is caught in the ridicule.
When the two were young, they had fun teasing each other. Despite the vicissitudes of life nowadays, we still make jokes occasionally, which can be regarded as a tacit understanding between old friends or a reminiscence of the past.
"well……"
Looking at the table of delicacies, Zui Chenxiang seemed to see traces of his childhood friends again, as if the world was different and they were still young when they met.
Dazzlingly, among the guests who entered the door, he saw a crystal plum blossom pendant, which made him feel like an electric shock.
Zui Chenxiang came back to his senses immediately, and as soon as he cast his eyes, his eyes met with that person's.
The figure in the memory became vivid again, and gradually overlapped with the image of the person in front of him.
"You...are finally here."
For a long time, Zui Chenxiang spoke slowly, but there were no touching words.
"It's been a long wait."
The man also nodded, pulled out the chair opposite the table, and sat down naturally.
The visitor was also dressed simply, with a hint of plum red underneath the gray blouse. Although he is no longer very young, he looks very energetic.
Behind him is a long sword bag, the seal of which is tied with a cotton rope with a plum blossom pendant. Since there were a lot of people in Chaoyun Street and there were knights passing by from time to time, he did not attract attention like this.
"I'm sure you didn't come back this time just to see me and reminisce about old times."
Zui Chenxiang pushed the plum blossom cake on the table towards the visitor and said in a casual tone, "After all, this is not your personality, Poinsettia."
The corners of the visitor's mouth rose slightly, and then he sighed: "I haven't heard you call my name for a long time, and now it sounds like it's half-kind and half-unfamiliar."
Zui Chenxiang smiled, that smile on his face that had been indifferent for a long time, like a dead tree blooming with spring.
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In the wilderness far away from Buyuanfang, Fu Yunge and his two men, who were looking for traces in the weeds, finally discovered the source of the blood stains hidden in the jungle.
Not far away is a simple cabin.
The traces of crude construction showed that it was a temporary camp built for some purpose.
On the decaying grass at the door, there was also a pool of dazzling scarlet, as well as several broken weapons. It seems that he has experienced a fierce fight, which is terrifying just thinking about it.
Fu Yunge looked at Dongfang Shiming, and there was hesitation in their eyes.
In front of them is the result that the two of them want to find, but when facing it, they feel a little scared deep in their hearts.
"Let's go and have a look."
Fu Yunge gritted his teeth, pulled Dongfang Shiming's sleeve and walked towards the cabin.
The two of them cautiously approached the door of the cabin. Fu Yunge cautiously stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the ajar door.
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