There was a faint roar in the sky.
The clouds were dense, making it hard to breathe.
The front of the rice shop was in a mess, and the police officers came in and out, and carried out a few corpses covered in white cloth.
The people around to see the situation did not dare to get too close, and only stretched their necks. They are all people living nearby, and there are also people who do business on the same street. The people from Fengxing Pavilion are inconspicuous, and they quietly observe the expressions of the people around them.
"Sorry, they're all dead."
"Who the hell did this rice shop offend? Hey, old Liutou, the two people who went into the rice shop later wore cloth bought from your house. Do you see anything?"
The shopkeeper of Buzhuang almost screamed when he heard the words, and hurriedly said: "What are you talking about, let's open the door to do business, all the people going from south to north are getting goods for money, how can you ask the origin of the guests? No? When you open an inn, you can still see the road guide!”
Chau Kuai also heard this conversation, and waved his hands impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, what do those two look like?"
The shopkeeper of Buzhuang froze for a while, and subconsciously looked at the yamen over there.
These people came earlier than him, had been hiding in the alley and looked around, seeing better than him, but now they came to ask him
"Why didn't you tell me? Are you guys in the same group?"
Chu Kuai raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, and the shopkeeper of Bu Zhuang was so frightened that he hurriedly touched his sleeves.
The shopkeeper took out a small half of the money, and handed it to Hu Kuai with a smirk: "The messenger takes out tea and drinks. It's not easy in this hot weather."
At the same time, people scolded inwardly, these guys in the yamen have more and more appetite, and they ask for money whenever they have the opportunity.
Most of the people who were originally surrounded by them dispersed in an instant, for fear of being arrested and charged with colluding with bandits.
The people of Fengxing Pavilion took the opportunity to leave.
Some people circled behind the shop, and as soon as the officer left, they immediately climbed over the wall and entered.
There were very few things left in the rice shop. Even the rice and grains were taken away by the yamen because the door was damaged and could not be looked after. Now the house is empty, only a faint smell of blood remains.
Flies were buzzing, and there was a dim light flickering on the walls.
It's a hidden weapon.
The people of Fengxing Pavilion wrapped their palms with cloth, carefully took off the hidden weapon, and searched the shop carefully, and it didn't take long to find the hidden compartment.
The dark grid is empty.
The person checking did not give up, but took out a piece of bamboo paper as thin as a cicada's wings from his arms, put it flat in the dark grid, pressed his palm and took it out again to check.
The four corners of the bamboo paper have tiny light gray spots and tiny dust particles.
"The account book was placed here and was taken away."
The people of Fengxing Pavilion continued to search, and even knocked on the bricks in the corner carefully, and finally only got a dozen taels of Tibetan silver.
"And go back to the pavilion master."
The crowd dispersed silently.
People were killed here, and no one in the neighborhood dared to set foot there.
The sky changed, and a cool breeze blew. The door of the rice shop was open, gloomy.
"Boom."
The thunder gradually became louder, and a bright arc flashed across, just illuminating the rice shop.
At the same time, several men in black who touched the corners of the wall were also clearly illuminated. They took a step and avoided the dark place.
Not long after, when Leiguang lit up again, there were more people who were going to touch the rice shop.
A torrential rain fell for a full half an hour. Under the cover of the rain, many things were happening quietly.
Prying floor tiles, smashing plaques.
Then the person who was digging three feet to look for the account book bumped into the other people who had touched the rice shop, and suddenly screamed mixed with the sound of weapons crashing.
The splashed blood mixed with raindrops burst out with the dull sound of the sharp blade slashing into the body.
In the streets and alleys around the rice shop, there is a group of people hiding silently. They have been soaked by the rain, but they seem to grow under the eaves, blending with the dark shadow, staring at them. The movement over there.
The killing in the rice shop continued.
Some were not dead, they groaned and tried to crawl out.
The light of the sword was as sharp as snow, and it brought a few puffs of blood, chasing behind those who were struggling to escape.
Some people don't care, they don't hesitate to step on the bodies of others to escape.
Someone roared, turned around and picked up a weapon to fight to the death.
In an instant, at least ten kinds of weapons greeted the sword, as well as the sword-wielding man in the hood.
Most of the swordsman's body is still in the dark, wearing a dome hat with exposed hair, and there are countless old scars on his right hand, which looks particularly hideous. However, the posture of holding the knife was steady and strong, and even in the face of a dozen people who rushed up and desperately, he still remained unshakable.
The cyan thunder light drew a meandering snake-like trajectory on the sky.
The strong wind smashed the swordsman's hat, and at the same time, the thunder struck down with more dazzling lightning.
"boom!"
The images of more than a dozen people froze in mid-air, and then slowly leaned back and slumped.
The corpse fell into the water, leaving only the knifeman standing in the middle.
Desperate wailing soon came from the alley. The people who escaped from the rice shop before, failed to leave here, and a few people dressed like swordsmen slowly appeared in the shadows. As soon as the swordsman waved, they immediately jumped into the rice shop and went to look for the account book.
The blood was quickly diluted by the rain, turned into a strange light red, and flowed out in large wads.
The swordsman stood in such a pool of blood, his soaked black hair tightly clinging to his hat, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at an eaves at the corner of the alley.
The Fengxing Pavilion scout hiding under the eaves was shocked.
- He had never seen such cold and unforgiving eyes, not like a human being, but a venomous snake waiting to devour its prey.
Caught a big fish! Piaoping Pavilion finally has an important person this time!
The spy rejoiced and was terrified, as he realized that his life was on the line.
The thunder sounded again.
The pale knife light came to him in a blink of an eye, and the scout jumped off the eaves at the fastest speed, and performed his extreme light work. However, the sound of the tiles shattering one after another and the cool wind behind his head reminded him that the black and white impermanent shackles were about to be put on. his neck.
"Chong."
The raindrops were blown away by the shock.
A folding fan framed the sharp blade.
The paper wrapped around the fan was quickly ripped apart by the torrential rain, revealing the icy and sharp iron fan bones.
At the critical moment, Qiu Jing, the master of Fengxing Pavilion, rescued her subordinates in time. She stared at the swordsman's eyes, and the right hand holding the fan could no longer hold back the strength on the opposite side and trembled slightly.
"Master, be careful."
Qiu Jing tilted his head to avoid the right foot that the swordsman suddenly kicked up, and a sharp blade popped out from the toe of his boot, cutting off a strand of hair on the side of Qiu Jing's ear.
Blood flowed down the left ear of Pavilion Master Qiu.
At the same time, a group of experts from Fengxing Pavilion arrived and immediately protected Qiu Jing behind him.
"Pavilion Master, you are injured..."
"Skin trauma." Qiu Jing didn't take this to heart at all, she looked at the swordsman with bright eyes.
After Meng Qi left, five waves of people had already entered the rice shop to rummage through the account books.
People from Fengxing Pavilion, Shengliantan, local gangs, Jianghu people who worked hard for King Wu, and Piaoping Pavilion killer.
Now in addition to the people from Fengxing Pavilion, the other two groups have been completely killed by Piaoping Pavilion.
Qiu Jing rubbed her numb wrist, knowing that this swordsman had deep inner strength, and in the close encounter just now, she couldn't see the other's face at all, because the swordsman seemed to be still on his face besides the hat. Covered with a whole piece of black cloth.
A mask with only holes for the eyes and nose.
Covered so tightly, does this person have another identity in the arena
Qiujing quickly rejected this idea. Fengxing Pavilion is a hundred Xiaosheng in all corners of the world. Not only does he know the famous swordsmen in the world, but also the genre of swordsmanship and swordsmanship are familiar. What this mysterious swordsman used was not in line with the famous swordsmanship in the arena.
A master may be able to disguise himself as another ordinary person who does not understand martial arts, but it is impossible for a master to disguise himself as another master and use completely different martial arts.
There is no such thing as the fact that the martial arts leader and the demon leader are the same person in the book. A hero of the righteous path may secretly practice magic, but it is impossible for him to remain undisclosed all his life. As long as you make a move, there is a risk of being seen through.
Qiu Jing did not relax at all, she whispered to her subordinates to pay attention to her back, because there was still the Piaoping Pavilion killer in the rice shop.
At the same time, she sighed in her heart. If Meng Qi hadn't entered the rice shop by mistake, the Piaoping Pavilion might not have reacted so quickly. The one who rashly killed the shopkeeper of the rice shop in Sijia was the dead man under the command of King Wu. Now that everyone is dying, the account books are still missing.
Was it really taken away by Meng Guoshi
***
Meng Qi touched his nose and felt a little itchy.
"Doctor, someone is thinking about us." Meng Qi said leisurely.
It was pouring rain outside, and they sat on the steps in front of the Temple of the Earth.
The newly bought cloth was carefully folded by the ink carp, and because there was nowhere to put it, it was simply stuffed into Meng Qi for him to hold.
Mo Li held a small piece of charcoal in his hand, used it as a pen to draw a few lines on the steps, and then shook his head.
"Doctor, are you here?"
"Make clothes." Mo Li said angrily.
Now that they are suspected of "having account books" on their backs, naturally they can't just find a tailor's shop to make clothes, and it's easy to implicate innocent people.
But the cloth has been bought, so I can't watch Meng Qi walk through the market in cloth every day. Even if you are willing to pretend to be invisible, what should you do with your piece of cloth? also put on
Trying to think of such a picture of two people walking together, Mo Li's face froze.
—Although there is an urge to try it in my heart.
Strangely, the longer you get along with Meng Qi, the less you look like him. Doctor Mo couldn't help but squinted at someone and thought to himself.
"The doctor can make clothes?" Meng Qi asked in surprise.
Mo Li looked at him and said nothing.
Meng Qi thought about it.
Actually not, but forced helplessly.
"Cough, just try, there's no harm." Meng Qi said, holding the fabric solemnly, "I've seen tailors make clothes before. They just cut the fabric into several pieces and sew them separately. Of course, I have to measure them. Size. The easiest way is to dismantle a set of old clothes directly, and then cut them according to the size of the cloth, so that no matter how you cut, you can clearly see how many pieces are cut.”
Mo Li continued to look at him.
Due to various accidents, Meng Qi had no spare clothes, and only one set was left for him to wear.
"Doctor, if you want to use it..."
Meng Qi was about to untie his belt, and his expression was calm.
Two dead soldiers lying in the temple of the earth unable to move: "..."
Because of the heavy rain, the people inside couldn't hear Mo Li's voice, but could only see their behavior.
How do you say you need to undress
Before jujube raw osmanthus!
Who the hell is this? !