Duanwu was frightened, but this did not mean that he was timid, but that he did not expect that there was anyone in the house at all.
Because of the first point, when the little devil came here, he must have searched the entire city in order to arrest people.
As mentioned before, the Shama store does not occupy much space. The city walls in the north and south are only more than 500 meters long, and the east-west wall is about twice as long as the north and south walls, so the area is probably less than one square kilometer.
In such a small town, it is not difficult for the Japanese to raid the entire city. But the old man successfully evaded the pursuit of the Japanese.
But the most frightening thing was that he evaded the enemy's search and hid in the house before closing the door of his courtyard.
So what does he want to do?
It was difficult for Danwu to imagine who the other party was, or perhaps an old ghost. Because as a special soldier, if there was someone in the room, it would be impossible not to notice him. Because this was a battlefield, he kept tightening his nerves.
However, since the other party calls me and speaks Chinese, there is a good chance that he is not an enemy.
So Duan Wu imitated Jiang Hu's tone and said: "Senior, do you want to save us?"
"Hum hum!"
The other party sneered, and then the door suddenly opened by itself, revealing a dark room.
Duan Wu and the injured special operations team member looked at each other. Although he felt that the other person was a little strange, he could only go in and take a look. After all, the other person was Chinese, and judging from his tone, he was an old man.
So Dragon Boat Festival went in front, and the injured special operations team member followed, and slowly entered the house.
At this time, a musty smell came, and there was also some smell of sweat and smelly socks.
This smell was very unpleasant, so it was no wonder that the old man was hiding safely in the house. I'm afraid the Japanese were smoked out as soon as they entered.
There was no one in the main room, but the bedrooms on the left and right had no walls. With the help of weak light, Dragon Boat Festival could see an old man wearing clothes like a beggar and a pair of rag shoes lying on the earthen bed with his legs crossed and a roll of tattered luggage on his pillow. He was still holding the wine gourd in his left hand and took a gentle sip.
The injured special operations team member whispered to Duanwu: "It's a flower child."
"Little brat, you are so rude. If it had been ten years earlier, you would have been a corpse by now, huh, huh, huh!"
At this time, Dragon Boat Festival had not said anything, but the person lying on the kang became unhappy and let out a series of sneers.
The injured special operations team member laughed angrily and thought to himself: You are an old man, but you still want to kill people?
But Duanwu felt that this was unusual. He motioned for the injured special operations team member to stand behind him, but instead stepped forward and said, "What do you call me, senior? Why do you want to save us?"
The old man sneered, and stood up slowly at this moment, and walked to Duanwu and studied this for a long time: "This is the first time I have seen a brave and resourceful young man like you in decades. Your martial arts foundation Not bad, if you practice a little bit, your achievements in the future will definitely not be lower than mine."
"You're such a talkative old man? Do you know who he is? This is our group. Even the masters of the eighth level of Little Devil's Kendo are no match for our group, so why do you need to evaluate him?"
The injured special operations team member was very angry. The other party was obviously a dying old man, but he kept commenting on his rank in the team. He really couldn't bear it anymore.
But at this moment, the old man suddenly took action and pointed at the left side of the injured special operations team member's neck. The soldier immediately lost his voice and then slowly fell down.
When Duanwu saw the warrior being attacked, he immediately took action, but it was still a step too late. When he took action to block the old man's wrist, the warrior had already fallen, and the old man's hand also disappeared. With his hands behind his back, he said lightly: " Don’t be nervous, he’s not dead, he just talked too much.”
Duan Wu thought for a moment and did not continue the attack. Because judging from the old man's finger just now, the opponent's attack speed was much faster than his.
As the saying goes, only fast martial arts in the world are unbeatable. Dragon Boat Festival's speed is slower than the opponent's, which means that even if he takes action, he will not get any advantage.
Maybe it can be solved with a gun, but in the face of the opponent's terrifying speed, I'm afraid this may be in vain.
Dragon Boat Festival even had some doubts as to whether this was the speed that humans should have. He is known as a quick shooter, which has allowed him to win many battles.
Because of his fast speed, the enemy has almost no chance to take action.
Of course, the same goes for his swordsmanship. Even Takeshita Shun was defeated by him because of the speed with which he drew his sword.
But at this time, he was defeated in terms of speed, so it was not difficult for him to imagine that the old man in front of him might not be as simple as he looked.
And therefore, the Dragon Boat Festival also reminds me of something. During the Republic of China, there were many martial arts talents in China.
For example: Sun Lutang, Hutou Shaobao who is proficient in hundreds of boxing techniques.
During the national crisis, he was still able to knock out the famous Russian fighter Petrov who challenged him at nearly fifty years old. When he was over sixty, he defeated Kazuo Itagaki, the great samurai appointed by the Japanese Emperor. Even in his seventies, he was able to defeat five Japanese masters in one fell swoop and became famous overseas.
Xingyiquan master - Shang Yunxiang, the founder of Shang's Xingyiquan, is proficient in Bagua Zhang, Xinyi Liuhe Quan, Dantian Qida, etc. He is famous in the martial arts world for his "Iron Arm Shang" and "Iron Foot Buddha".
Of course, there are also people who call him the first bodyguard of the Republic of China - Du Xinwu, the hero of the North and South, and so on.
These people were all the most famous martial arts masters during the Republic of China. And his martial arts skills are also superb.
It's a pity that these exquisite martial arts gradually disappeared from people's sight after the peace, and only some martial arts for health and longevity were left in the world. Bayi Chinese website
Therefore, Duan Wu speculated that the old man in front of him was probably one of the martial arts masters back then. I just don’t know why he is so slovenly and staying in such a little-known Shama shop.
"With the martial arts skills of our seniors, it might not be difficult to rescue those captured by the Japanese, but why don't you take action?"
Duanwu was very confused, because people with great abilities usually have great responsibilities. Since the old man has this ability and is Chinese, why does he stay in his house and do nothing to save him?
But at this moment, the old man sneered and said: "I will only kill people in this life, but I will not save people. Hum hum hum! What's more, I don't have any good impressions of them."
At this point, before Duanwu could say anything, the old man continued: "Have you met all the people in the room? The woman's name is Sun Erniang, and the man's name is Zhang Qing. They are the owners of Yunlai Inn Yes. Look at their righteous words, there are five of them and six of them. They were running a black shop back then, and they would kill people without batting an eyelid, hahaha!
And that Fatty Liu, who ran a casino himself, and how many families had been ruined?
Not to mention those bastards from the Three Family Gang, who collected protection fees everywhere and killed and injured too few people?
Liu Feihu is just a bastard. He has no skills and just acts like a fool.
That girl Ye Jiaoniang has some abilities, but unfortunately, her body is too weak, so she can only resort to some sneaky tricks.
She has done a lot of killing, so do you think those people should be saved? ..."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
