The cell door is closed.
Moonlight shines down from the patio.
Look at the fog getting thicker.
The few people who were noisy just now winked at each other, and then moved to corners, covering their bodies, holding their breath and concentrating.
According to past practice, when the night fog is thick for no reason, it is the time when the murderer kills.
Now the fog has appeared.
Has the murderer sneaked closer?
Where will he break into the prison?
Door? window? Patio?
Or, enter through the wall?
Six pairs of eyes were constantly patrolling the four corners of the room.
Between hesitations.
"Crunch."
The main door of the prison slowly opened.
The thick fog poured out of the door like water from a floodgate, and in the mist, a bright red dress quietly emerged.
The moonlight shines brightly.
The clear night sky falls from outside the house, matching the mist.
The person's plain short clothes, thin sword and a ferocious ghost face were reflected.
The serial killer visits as scheduled.
…………
Since it was an ambush, how could there not be a trap?
At the gate, a large net was stretched on the beam directly above. The Zhang brothers were pulling on the rope, breathing rapidly. Four small colorful flags were standing in the four corners. Taoist Feng was pinching the secrets with his hands, and his lips were moving.
Just one step.
The murderer will step into the trap and be unable to escape.
But.
Until the six people stared at her until her eyes were sore and her palms were sweating, she stood firmly outside the door.
Let the moonlight outline mist like sand, lingering on the thin and thin sword blade, climbing up the slender waist and plain white skirt, making the evil ghost mask even more blurry.
But his feet never moved even half a step.
…
Feng Chong licked his dry lips.
Although this young Taoist tried his best to appear shrewd, a few old men had already seen that he was a fresh-faced man.
At the moment, the prey has not stepped into the trap for a long time, and he is completely confused and at a loss.
And this time.
However, Ranger suddenly appeared from hiding, and Shi Shiran stood in the hall, confronting the ghost-faced woman coldly.
He was immediately startled and wanted to ask, but was afraid of exposing himself. I was so entangled in my heart that I saw Zheng Tong next to me also getting out.
"Those little gadgets have been noticed a long time ago."
The butcher picked up the sword, "Bah, bah" twice, spit into the palm of his hand, and stepped forward to stand side by side with the ranger.
"Why hide your head and hide your tail? Just have a good fight!"
He shouted loudly, but there was still no movement in the corner where the remaining few people were hiding.
Until the ghost-faced woman took out a few coins and threw them out one by one, knocking the flag away and knocking down the net. A few people finally gave up their luck and walked out.
…………
The ranger looked at his opponent carefully.
The ghost mask covers the face, making it difficult to see the true face, only revealing a slender neck that is easy to break; the body is tall but slender, presumably lacking the strength to fight for a long time; the skirt is too long, which is not conducive to movement; the length of the sword is suitable, But it's too thin and fine, as if it will break at the touch of a touch.
But just such a person and such a sword made him, a man accustomed to fighting, feel a heavy pressure.
"Deserves a hundred taels!"
He said this in his heart.
Then he silently pulled out the second horizontal knife on the right side of his waist. The frost blade was like snow and the cold light shone on people. This was a silent invitation to fight.
Although the other party was speechless, he gladly accepted the invitation with actions and stepped into the house with his sword in hand.
The ranger nodded, took a long breath, held down his excited heart, held the knife in front of him, and said in a concentrated voice:
"This sword is two feet and seven inches long and weighs one pound and eighty taels. It is made into steel and quenched into a sharp edge. In the autumn of the fourth year of Tianbao..."
However, the words were half-finished.
I heard a loud shout in my ears: "What nonsense!"
Zheng Tuzi rushed forward like a whirlwind, raised his knife and laughed:
"Eat a certain knife first."
The Zhang brothers also seemed to smell blood and got hyenas, and followed them with smiles.
For a while.
On the other hand, the ranger who came out first was holding back half of his lines and fell behind.
…
Zheng Tuzi turned the blade of the knife into a horn and plowed it like a wild bull.
The ghost-faced woman spun around, disappearing and reappearing suddenly in the hazy mist, but she had already appeared behind Tuzi.
The thin and thin sword blade seemed to have lost its shape and merged into the mist during the rapid swing. At first glance, the ghost-faced woman seemed to be driving a cloud of mist towards the butcher's neck.
Later, Zhang Shaonan came to help hurriedly.
But instead of using the two daggers in his hands, he threw a light, seemingly harmless object.
But just such a thing made the ghost-faced woman pause and suddenly jump away.
The thing fell on Zheng Tuzi, right on his head when he turned around.
"WTF?"
Butcher's nose twitched.
A fishy stench filled the nose.
Pull it off and take a look.
Damn it!
It's a menstrual cloth!
The butcher was furious and couldn't care less about the ghost-faced woman. He slammed the thing in his hand to the ground, jumped up and cursed:
"You damn genius! If you keep throwing around such obscene things, I'll take your brother's head off first!"
Zhang Shaonan chuckled: "What are you afraid of? Are you the one who destroys evil?"
"Destroy your ancestors!"
There was a mess here, but Zhang Tong quietly touched the side and patted it without knowing where to go. He heard:
"Clang!"
There was a loud bang.
A thick wooden board covered with iron was turned upside down, sealing the door tightly.
He laughed loudly:
"You are such a cunning witch, why don't you want to drink your Master Zhang's footwashing water? Now, where else can you run?!"
In wild laughter.
The ghost-faced girl looked around for a moment wearing a devil mask.
Nearby, the Zhang brothers were elated and Zheng Tuzi was eager to try.
Ten steps away, the knight-errant Zhang Yi was waiting with his sword drawn.
Farther away, Taoist priest Feng Chong holds a yellow talisman, and swordsman Xu Zhan holds a long sword in his arms.
Looking back at himself, his retreat was cut off and he suddenly fell into the encirclement and suppression by six people.
…………
The ghost-faced woman took the lead.
Perhaps because he was angry at Zhang Tong's words, he moved towards the gangster leader in a flash.
Zhang Tong sneered and did not dodge. He raised his whistle stick, looked in the right direction, pointed the tip of the needle at the wheat awn, and smashed it down with the stick.
According to the saying, every inch is stronger and every inch is longer. If the sword is exchanged for a stick, the ghost-faced woman should dodge first no matter what.
But when the long stick was coming, she moved her body out of thin air, letting the general get out of the way of the stick. The sword in her hand did not slow down at all, and went straight towards Zhang Tong.
The sword was too fast, too thin, and thin, and it was hard to see clearly when it blended into the mist. It wasn't until a bit of cold light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes that Zhang Tong suddenly realized it.
There is no way to avoid it.
But he shook his head and just twisted his wrist.
"Qiang!"
It turned out that his younger brother Zhang Shaonan arrived in time, crossed his swords, and blocked the sword.
And the whistle stick in his hand... This kind of weapon is originally two sticks, one long and one short, connected by an iron cable. As he twisted it, the short stick at the front threw out an arc and hit the ghost-faced woman's perineum.
The ghost-faced girl who was about to raise her sword and stab her again had no choice but to retreat, but Zhang Shaonan let out a ferocious laugh, and rolled over like a gangrene attached to the bone. One knife was nailed to the ankle, and the other was stabbed to the knee socket.
The ghost-faced girl had no choice but to retreat.
But Zheng Tuzi had already reached her, and when he spread out his sword, he stirred up the mist and circled her back like a whirlwind.
…
The two brothers used a whistle stick insidiously and a short knife to make subtle moves. In addition, Zheng Tuzi's simple knife was able to open and close widely, so they were able to detect and fill in gaps.
Even though this ghost-faced woman is quick and nimble, and her sword light shines like a ghost, she can only fight on equal footing.
However.
I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional.
There was only such a big place at the main entrance of the prison. Four people were fighting together, and the place was filled with swords and swords.
The other three people couldn't get involved.
The swordsman was easy to say. He was far away, posing with his sword in his hand, just sitting back and watching the success or failure.
The ranger stayed on the outskirts of the battle group, unwilling to be lonely.
But as soon as he raised the knife and was about to kill, Zhang Shaonan's neck was brought under the knife first; he raised the knife again to stab, but Zheng Butcher pushed his big butt in front of him.
All in all, it was a waste of his martial arts. He just babbled and fell one step behind, so he couldn't hand over the knife!
He simply retreated and used his sword to sweep the formation for the three of them.
On the other side, Feng Daoren also fell into the same embarrassment.
The Zhang brothers and Zheng Tuzi were fighting inextricably with the murderer. He was holding a handful of yellow talismans and holding half a spell in his mouth. It didn't matter whether he let go or not.
If you let go, you might accidentally injure your companions; if you don't let go, if the murderer is captured or escapes, he may not have done anything, and he may be ridiculed. Where can he put his round face?
After thinking about this, my spirit finally prevailed.
have to!
The Taoist master shows off his unique skills to you bunch of thieves.
He took three or four steps back in succession.
"Jushi Zhang, I am a Dharma protector for poor people."
After that, he stepped on the Seven-Star Kui Dou Step and said a long spell on his lips.
"...Fire Crow, Fire Crow, listen to my call quickly..."
While chanting the curse, he threw out many yellow talismans.
As soon as the talisman paper was released, it turned into a ball of talisman fire, which was pulled by the spell in his hand and formed a huge fireball in the air.
The hall was filled with firelight, and the mist was boiling.
Er.
A cry was heard.
In the fire ball, there was a fire crow faintly fluttering its wings and about to come out!
This move shocked everyone present.
The rivers and lakes are fighting, what are you doing with such a big battle?
Zhang Shaonan glanced hastily and muttered: "Good boy! This Taoist priest really has some skills! Don't let him rob you of the silver reward."
Little thoughts were spinning in my mind, and my hands were working harder and harder.
It just so happens.
The ghost-faced woman seemed to be frightened by the fire, and her ghostly movements suddenly slowed down.
Zhang Shaonan's eyes lit up.
good chance!
He raised his hand and threw out a small cloth bag. The brother next to him, Zhang Tong, had a tacit understanding. He followed up with his whistle stick and immediately blew the small bag into the air, scattering lime all over the sky.
Zhang Shaonan had already prepared. With the lime and mist shielding him, he rolled on the spot and landed at the feet of the ghost-faced woman. With a flick of his wrist, he used the short knife to stab at the opponent's waist and kidneys.
The ghost-faced girl quickly drew her sword to block it.
But this hand-to-hand combat is like playing chess. If you make a wrong move, every step will be wrong, and the whole game will be lost.
She dealt with it in such a hurry, but she exposed the flaw in her side to Zheng Tuzi.
How could Zheng Tong be so polite? !
Dang even shouted loudly despite the irritating and choking lime powder.
"Suffer death!"
Seize the body and slash hard!
This unstoppable knife fell on the ghost-faced woman in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Tuzi's face just showed a little joy, and then he felt that the knife he exerted all his strength did not seem to hit human flesh, but instead cut into the void.
then.
Where the blade landed, the ghost-faced woman dented like a popped urine bubble, and then "rippled" and dispersed into a puff of light smoke.
Butu Zi couldn't hold back his momentum and staggered forward.
Also at this time.
Another ghost-faced woman emerged from the mist next to her and passed by Tuzi calmly.
at the same time.
The sword's light was like lightning, and it hit the ranger directly.
Not to mention Zhang Yi's mortal form, even Li Changan couldn't react to this sudden drastic change.
He could barely lift the knife, but the ghost-faced woman had wiped it from his armpit like a stream of light smoke.
His body suddenly froze and he fell straight to the ground.
But the ghost-faced woman didn't stop and pounced on Feng Daoren.
The poor Taoist cast the spell at the critical point, but he couldn't stop or walk. He had to grit his teeth and use all his strength to activate the spell, chanting in a hurry.
"...Help me to help the evil spirits and kill the traitors. Urgency is like a law..."
pity.
A slender yet hard fist took the lead and smashed his last word back into his belly.
immediately.
Feng Daoren turned over with dark eyes and stars in his eyes.
As for the half-formed fire crow in the sky, it screamed a few times and was swept into a few sparks by the ghost-faced woman with a flick of her sleeves, and finally disappeared without a trace.
The rise and fall of the rabbit and the fall of the falcon may seem like a long time, but in reality it only lasts a short moment.
The three of them came to their senses and saw the situation in front of them.
"Damn thief!"
Zhang Shaonan was furious. He wanted to catch the thief in one fell swoop, but instead he was teased and killed two of his accomplices.
He was so angry right now that he acted like a fool. Without thinking, he picked up two short knives and went up to fight again.
The two brothers are accustomed to advancing and retreating together. In addition, although the two brothers are not good at martial arts, they can fight for several rounds in the past through the dirty tricks of street fighting.
Zhang Tong didn't feel embarrassed at the moment, so he picked up his whistle stick and followed him.
However……
"Click".
Zhang Shaonan, who cursed "thieves", rolled his eyes while holding his broken arm.
"Crack" sound.
Zhang Tong, who said "temptress", flew out with his broken leg and hit the wall without making any movement.
In the blink of an eye.
There were only two left in the group of six.
The swordsman swallowed, changed his posture, and quietly moved inside; Zheng Tuzi picked up a handful of the flower seeds, but with enough courage, he raised his sword and pounced forward again.
The ghost-faced girl was still just dodging and darting, but her body movements were a thousand times faster than before. It was like a stream of light passing by Zheng Tuzi's side, and the thin sword in her hand vibrated, shaking off a few strands of hair.
Zheng Tuzi stared at his bull eyes and murmured:
"Straight-bitter mother-in-law, you were using grandpa as a shield."
His fat body shook three times and fell limply to the ground.
As a result, the only six people standing in front of the ghost-faced girl were swordsman Xu Zhan.
She turned the ghost face away and saw the swordsman who had been hunched in place for a long time. He neatly sheathed his sword, walked into the corner, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
All right.
Now there is no one left.
…………
There is no such spacious and bright prison in the world.
Deep inside the prison, the fog grew heavier.
The light produced by a few torches on the wall could not penetrate the fog that blended with the darkness, and only made the shadows in the fog look more like ghostly shadows.
It was quiet all around, except for mosquitoes, rats, and ants making some soft "whispering" sounds under the mist.
The beggar is in a cell deep in the prison.
He shrank in the corner, staring, no longer complaining about hunger, but just motionless, as if he ignored the noise of the fight outside.
Suddenly.
His dull face trembled slightly.
He only looked outside the cell door into the long and narrow corridor separated by the fence.
There was no sound of footsteps, and a red dress floated over.
The fog is hazy.
The ferocious face of the man who came to seek his life looked at him coldly.
