The injured young man walked along the secret passage and turned into a small secret room.
"Awu... you're finally here." A short, fat, richly dressed old man with a sparse gray beard sat on a small chair in the secret room and kept coughing. There was a little boy serving beside him.
The injured young man said with a sad and angry expression: "Master, Chuangtianmen is unreasonable and unreasonable. They took away all the eight knives and eight swords we sent, but they still insist that the "One Hundred Forging Soldiers Book" is here with us. ! They just didn’t believe us when we said it. The negotiation broke down. They wanted to rob it, but they didn’t want Fuguiju to be prepared. They hunted us down and left us alive. Xiao Yan and Da Qiang were killed by them! Their people have already When you come outside, they are about to break in. I will send you out first and then fight with them later!"
The short, fat old man shook his head repeatedly. He was still holding a tightly wrapped rectangular book in his hand. He lifted it up and handed it to the young man named "Awu".
"Go to Xiaoyuan Village and give the reward for making the sword to Mr. Wei. He said that the wealthy old man Wang Wufu collected his four magic weapons and asked him to keep them well. And... give this... to Mr. Wei as well..." Xiao The fat old man coughed repeatedly and said so.
The injured young man's surname was Wu, and his name was "Wu Yufu". He had lost his parents when he was young, and was picked up from the street by this short, fat old man and adopted by the wealthy family. It has been twenty-five years since then.
Takehiro took the rectangular object carefully wrapped in brocade cloth. It was as big as two palms and felt like a book. Wu Yufu was startled and said: "Is this... really... really there is such a thing... Is this what they call "The Book of One Hundred Soldiers"? Master..."
The short, fat old man's eyes were cloudy and he murmured: "This is something that Master Yang asked me to keep on my behalf that year when I was searching for mountains. I have kept it properly for more than ten years, but somehow Chuang Tianmen got to know about it. , they want to take it away, but I can’t give it to them no matter what. A Wu, will you blame me...for this thing, you are all tired...all of you..."
"What did the master say?" Wu Yufu's originally pale face suddenly turned red. He stretched out his hand and patted the small wall of the secret room a few times, then pressed it a few times, opened another secret door, turned around and pulled the short, fat old man. Arm, said: "Master, you are our great benefactor. If it weren't for you, all our brothers would have died more than 20 years ago! Come, I will escort you out and take you to Xiaoyuan Village!"
"No, no!" The short, fat old man shook off Takeo Yufu's hand and said, "I have to go out and slow them down, otherwise you can't escape."
"You want me to abandon you and run away alone?" Takeo Yufu's eyes were red, he was holding the long black sword at his waist tightly, and his other injured arm was shaking with anger.
The pudgy old man's lips trembled and he said: "Awu, listen to grandpa... Don't worry, grandpa and I also have some old feelings with some of the elders in Chuangtianmen. If I go out and say a few words, they won't do anything to me!"
"Master!" Wu Yufu wanted to say something more, but the short and fat old man had already urged the little boy servant to lead him outside.
The little boy servant, with runny nose and tears, helped the pudgy old man out.
"No, those people are simply bandits!" Wu Yufu still hesitated, suddenly shouted, and started to chase the short, fat old man again. But the little boy servant had already helped the old man out of the secret room and closed the secret door.
Wu Yufu groaned and stretched out his hands everywhere, but he could not open the secret door. He only heard a few clicks from outside. It turned out that the little boy had locked the door with a key.
Take Yufu gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and left through the secret door that had been opened at the other end.
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The short and fat old man staggered, led the little boy servant out of the secret passage, took the little boy servant to the wall, and ordered: "Brother, you hide in the room, they are here, don't speak loudly, don't scold them, An Quietly, if they ask anything, just say you don't know anything. They see you are young and won't do anything to you... Oh... Oh... I should have asked Ah Wu to take you away just now. I am an old man. Confused!"
The short and fat old man ordered, turned around and walked towards the hall.
The little boy servant was sobbing and wanting to follow.
"Master Wang." A laugh came, and a group of people walked into the hall majestically, some of them carrying a few servants from the wealthy family. Most of those servants were injured and couldn't help wailing.
Among the large group of people, the leader was a tall and thin man wearing a black robe and a gorgeous beige brocade robe underneath. He was dark and skinny, with sunken eyes and a cold and deep expression, like a living dead.
Behind the skinny man were many subordinates, one of whom was He Wen who took money out of the vendor's jar.
The short and fat old man was also surprised when he saw the skinny man, and murmured: "It turns out to be Uncle Manquanliman of Wushuangtang. There are many masters of breaking through the Tianmen, and Uncle Man is an even better one. Go out in person and burn the dozens of my Old man, you want to kill all my children who are as close as flesh and blood, for what on earth?"
The skinny man named "Man Quanli" looked around but didn't answer. He turned around and winked. He Wen immediately shouted loudly: "Have you killed everyone outside? Drag up those who are still alive and kill them for the king." Master, maybe he will think of something just by looking at it!"
The pudgy old man felt a sharp pain in his heart. The pain was like a knife cutting him. He saw more servants being dragged into the hall by the Chuangtianmen gang. Some had broken hands and howled, and some covered their eyes. Blood flowed from between their fingers.
"Child!" The short, fat old man saw that among the servants, a young man in white had his legs cut off and was covered in blood. He was being carried into the hall by two Chuangtianmen gang members.
The short, fat old man couldn't help but howled miserably, pointing at Manquanli speechlessly, his wrinkled fingers trembling.
"Mr. Wang Baosheng, your old man is still pretending to be a fool until now. Hand over your things quickly." Man Quanli said coldly.
The short, fat old man’s name is Wang Baosheng.
Wang Baosheng's eyes were red, and his voice became hoarse and choked: "Dear gentlemen! Old man, I really don't have that kind of thing. I only have antiques in my wealthy home... There are also many precious weapons, including all the good knives and swords that have been collected for more than ten years. It’s dedicated to you, but there’s nothing you want, nothing…nothing…”
Manquanli drew out the long sword from his waist. The blade of the sword was black and shining, exuding a murderous aura.
"Uncle Man doesn't want to hear your lies, hand it over quickly." He Wen said loudly.
"No...really no..." Wang Baosheng lowered his head, trembled, and murmured to himself with tears.
With a stern look on his face, Man Quanli slashed his sword at the young man in white who had lost his legs and was being carried by two Chuangtianmen gang members, and cut off his entire arm from his shoulder.
Two gang members were holding the young man's arms in white clothes. One of his arms was broken, so the other gang member couldn't hold him up. The young man in white clothes suddenly fell down, and his broken leg hit the stone floor. He fainted from the pain.
"Ah! You, you..." Wang Baosheng roared sadly, stretching out his hands as if he wanted to pounce on Man Quanli with all his strength.
"Thousand-Sword Killer!" With a loud shout, Wu Yufu rushed out from the corridor on the other side, with an extremely sad and angry expression. He pulled out his sword, which was also a long black sword, but compared with the sword in Man Quanli's hand. Underneath, the color is quite different.
"It's also a good sword!" Manquanli saw Wu Yufu rushing towards him, so he drew his sword to meet him. After Langlang passed a few sword blows, Takehiro was no match for Manquanli. In addition, he was already injured, so he was immediately hit by a sword blow.
"Ah Wu, how could you come back!" Wang Baosheng shouted sadly.
Wu Yufu's eyes were red with blood, he no longer cared about his life, he struck at Man Quanli's body with one sword after another. Man Quanli was also forced to retreat by this desperate attack. Suddenly, his hand hurt. When he lowered his head, he saw that there was also a cut on his right arm.
"How brave!" He Wen greeted, and the surrounding gang members surrounded Wu Yufu and killed him for a while. Wu Yufu was unable to defeat him with only one hand. He was hit by swords one after another, and even the long black sword in his hand flew out and fell. on the ground.
He Wen stepped forward to pick up the sword and weighed it in his hand, his eyes full of love. Despite this, he still presented this long sword to Man Quanli.
"Uncle Man, look at it. This is also a black steel sword, but it's not as beautiful as yours." He Wen said flatteringly, not at all as cool as when he just collected the vendor's donation.
Manquanli looked at it and said: "Although this sword is also made of black steel, compared with my sword, it is far inferior. It is inferior. You can keep it!"
"Thank you, Uncle Man!" He Wen cheered and directed the gang to surround Wu Yufu.
Wang Baosheng knelt down, hugged Man Quanli's thigh, and cried: "Uncle Man, please let go of my children! I'm old and can't remember where I put my things. You and I will go back and let you go." Li Mi, Uncle Li will deal with it, okay? Maybe I can remember it!"
"Haha, old man, don't think about it, we've found it for you!" A group of thieves smiled and ran out of the passage where Wu Yufu came out, holding a book in their hands. A book wrapped in brocade cloth.
"That idiot dug a hole outside the courtyard and came back to die. This place is full of our people inside and outside. I saw him digging a hole from a distance! Uncle He and Uncle Man, this is I found it!" The gangster holding the "thing" ran over laughing, followed by several gangsters who were cheering: "Obviously I saw it first!", "I'm telling you. of!"
Takehiro was lying on the ground with horrific scars on his body. He knew that Chuang Tianmen Wushuang Hall was always ruthless in his actions, and he would definitely not let Wang Baosheng and a group of servants go. Just after he detoured from the path, he saw the fire outside and heard howls, and all he wanted to do was rush into the hall and rescue them. Wang Baosheng et al. In his eagerness, he casually dug a hole to hide the thing, but the sharp-eyed Chuangtianmen gang saw it.
"I'm sorry...Master..." Wu Yufu's whole body went limp, he turned his head and looked into Wang Baosheng's eyes.
"Awu...Awu..." Wang Baosheng choked and shook his head.
He Wen snorted, strode forward with the long sword he snatched from Wu Yufu's hand, raised the long sword high, and was about to chop it down.
"Wait!" Man Quanli shouted loudly, and He Wen stopped moving, a little confused.
"You beheaded him indiscriminately. If the thing is fake, the eighteen torture instruments in our torture hall will be useless." Man Quanli said coldly. He Wen suddenly realized and put down his sword, but kicked Wu Yufu several times.
Man Quanli took the item from the gang and opened the brocade cloth. Inside was an old book with a few words written on it - "Sixty-Four Soldiers."
"Sixty-four? What is this?" Man Quanli felt a little strange. He flipped through the book and saw that every page was filled with dense words, including knives, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons. method of preparation.
Turning to the last page, there are a total of sixty-four weapons. Manquanli murmured to himself: "There are only sixty-four types? Are they different from those ordered by the superiors?"
He Wen also asked Wang Baosheng: "Old man, what are you trying to do? This weapon-making manual records one hundred types of weapons, why are there only sixty-four?"
Wang Baosheng choked and said: "This is all I have... I have kept it for more than ten years... This is it. There are not a hundred kinds, but this is it..."
"This old man can't believe it. Take all these guys back and torture them slowly." Man Quanli put the "Sixty-Four Soldiers" in his arms and shouted loudly.
The "towering wood" building material of this big house was originally coated with fire-retardant paint during construction, but the arrows shot by the Manquanli Yitiao gang were all coated with fuel rockets, and some gang members even sprinkled fuel everywhere. The fire got out of control, and the corridors and corridors of Fugui Juli were gradually burned by the raging fire.
The little boy ran out of the room, surrounded by smoke. He ran away crying, because the hiding room was closer to the backyard, so he was able to escape from the big house and ran into the courtyard. Although many trees in the courtyard were also on fire, they were relatively empty after all. The little boy hid under a few trees that were not burning. Looking at the blazing fire, the group of Chuangtianmen gang members had already left.
The little boy servant sobbed and cried, not understanding why the heroic gang that he had heard about since childhood killed Fuguiju so brutally overnight.
The surrounding lanes were quiet. Fuguiju is surrounded by wealthy families, but every house has its windows closed. Many flags of the Chuangtianmen Gang were planted on nearby streets. Children of some families opened their windows and pointed at the fire, saying they heard children inside. She cried, but was quickly pulled back by the adults in the family, saying that this was not the case.
