Xia Houlin decided to assassinate him alone.
This decision was unanimously opposed by Tang Shiqi and Shu Qing. Tang Shiqi insisted that Xia Houlin seek the help of Jialan Dark Stake, and hire at least a few people to cover the assassination. Letters attached.
Liu Guizang had three thousand disciples, and one mouthful of spit was enough to drown Xiahou Lin. Although the assassin stalks in the dark, but after all, it is not a fairy or a monster. With the art of stealth, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not reveal any clues and be discovered.
Tang Shiqi tried to persuade him for a long time, and Xiahou Rin looked like "let your spittle fly, I will stand still". Tang Shiqi was helpless and said, "Boss, if you can't pay my wages, you can't escape in this way! You say, are you playing a woman's gambling money and owe a lot of debt, and want to run away!?"
"Playing with your uncle! Do you think I'm the same as you?" Xia Houlin was speechless.
Shu Qing asked: "Then why don't you look for a hidden stake? It is inconvenient to have a hidden stake to help you hold back Liu Guizang's little scoundrel?"
Xia Houlin was silent for a while before he said: "When my mother died, that old bald donkey took Liu Guizang's money and sent an assassin to help him assassinate the Northern Sect master. Asking for help from the dark pile is tantamount to asking that bald donkey for help. ."
Shu Qing was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth and said, "but...", but "but" didn't say why for a long time.
"I can kill Liu Guizang on my own. I have Zhaoye and Hengbo, that's enough." Xia Houlin's eyes were stern, hiding unquestionable firmness.
Shi Qing had to persuade him again, Tang Shiqi patted him on the shoulder, motioned him not to speak, turned his head and asked Xia Houlin, "What's your plan?"
Xia Houlin spread out a map of Liuzhou City on the table of the Eight Immortals. On the left side of the map, a red line stretched along Beishi to Dongchengmen Street, all the way out of the city. The map was made of white felt, deeply soaked in vermilion ink. At first glance, the dark red line looked like a deep wound, dripping with blood.
Xiahou Ran knocked on the location of Dongchengmen Street and said, "On the first and fifteenth day of every month, Liu Guizang inspects his stores in the city. He has twenty-three stores, including three restaurants and five restaurants. There are shops, ten crude drug shops and five medical clinics. He usually starts to inspect from time to time, walking from the west to the east of the city, interrogating a shop for the time from a cup of tea to a stick of incense, and at the Dexian Tower in the east of the city For dinner, go out of the city through the east gate and go back to the village at the time of Hai."
"This green turtle is so fucking rich," Tang Shiqi clicked his tongue and asked, "How many people does he usually bring?"
"Less than ten." Xiahou Rin said, "Sometimes even only two long attendants. There are too many people in Jingdao Villa, and there are many variables in assassination in Zhuangzi. Qi's knife is a saber method, and it pays attention to coordinated operations. Taking care of each other, it is not difficult to deal with one person, but it is not easy to deal with a group of people. It is easy to be attacked back and forth by them using the sea of tactics in the villa, and it is not easy to escape. Therefore, it is better to assassinate outside. ."
"Is this really possible?" Shu Qing felt very uneasy.
He knew his brother's temperament.
Xia Houlin was a man who never reckoned with the consequences. He said that he was going to stealthily learn a hundred swordsmanship techniques. He said that he wanted to create a puppet of a peerless killing device, and he would catch Tang Shiqi and bury his head in the room without eating or drinking. When Zhao Ye took shape, he was already disheveled and unshaven, like a homeless man who had been on the streets for 20 years.
Learning knives and forging Zhao Ye are still like this. If you want to assassinate Liu Guizang, Shi Qing is convinced that Xia Houlin will risk his own life.
"I'll retreat if I can't get a hit. I have already bought a shop facing the street on Dongchengmen Street, and you two are hiding there to meet me." Xia Houlin comforted him, "Don't worry, Liu Guizang won't die, how could I let myself Something? I always have to save my life against him."
I'm afraid you will die with him. Shuqing squinted his mouth and did not dare to say it.
When Xia Houlin left, Shu Qing pulled Tang Shiqi's sleeve and asked, "Brother Shiqi, do you really want my brother to assassinate Liu Guizang?"
Tang Shiqi patted Shu Qing's head and said, "Stupid, you can do whatever he asks you to do? Let's secretly hire him a dozen or twenty brothers and lie in ambush in the shop. If something goes wrong, why don't we rush out to save people together?"
Xia Houlin has already arranged everything. He replaced Zhaoye with a new knife arm, and he stepped on every brick and soil in Liuzhou City. They planned three evacuation routes, and imagined dozens of countermeasures for emergencies to ensure that The assassination is foolproof.
The next thing to do is wait. Waiting for the first day of next month, Liu Guizang's carriage drove into Dongchengmen Street—Xiahou Lin's carefully planned killing field for him.
The night was like ink, Xia Houlin was sitting on the roof blowing the air, with a jug of wine in his hand. This yard was rented when they caught Liu's disciples to practice knives, and later they simply bought it and turned it into Xia Houlin's dark cave. Looking down from Xia Houlin's place, you can see that there are many human-shaped puppets standing under the patio. The iron skin is shining under the moon. Those are the predecessors of Zhaoye. Shu Qing carefully dressed them all, looking from a distance like a group of upright corpses.
The hall is filled with discarded crossbow arrows and knife molds, and sometimes you can see the tattered blue cover of the Tangmen's organ. The rockery in the yard was used by Xia Houlin to test his head, and his pitted eyes were poked by crossbow arrows, as if he had contracted leprosy. In the devastated area, in the corner of the yard, a tree of white magnolias stood like a chaotic army breaking through. The plump white flowers squatted on the branches.
When Tang Shiqi came out of the corridor, Xiahou Rin called him and asked, "Where's Xiucai?"
"Write a letter to his daughter-in-law. It's so fucking disgusting, I peeked at a few words, and they were all sour poems." Tang Shiqi climbed up from the bottom and sat beside Xia Houlin, "Xuecai is still too tender. As for a woman, as long as a man spends a few loving evenings with her and sends some hairpins, hairpins, bracelets, etc., she can follow you with all her might."
Xia Houlin didn't speak. He didn't understand these messes. He swore that he would not marry or have children. Love had nothing to do with him.
However, he knew how to ridicule Tang Shiqi, so he said, "Then you were sued by them at Jingdao Villa, and you were taken to the Punishment Platform, and you almost died."
"That's called hatred because of love!" Tang Shiqi gave Xia Houlin an angry look. Under the moonlight, Xia Houlin's thin cheeks looked pale, and his eyebrows were slanted like thick ink. Now he is relaxed and has a desolate taste.
Tang Shiqi still remembered when Xia Houlin rescued him. At that time, he was locked in a prison car. Almost all the money on his body was looted by the disciples of Jingdao Villa. He used the last silver note hidden in the shoe pad. Changed a chicken leg, completely poor and white. Just as he was desperately eating chicken legs, Xia Houlin came out of the dark night, walking around among the disciples like ghosts, and in the blink of an eye, all the four escorting disciples had their throats broken. At that time, he was still afraid of Xia Houlin, and he didn't notice that the chicken legs fell to his feet. It wasn't until Xia Houlin left that he realized that this guy was just here to kill Liu's disciples.
Later, he mixed with Xiahou Lin, helped him go to the Tang Sect to steal the manuals, and helped him forge Zhaoye. Xia Houlin is really a good boss. He never defaults on his wages, he pays them on schedule, and he also packs big red envelopes on New Years and festivals.
"Hey, boss, I'll be sad if you burp." Tang Shiqi said.
Xia Houlin turned his head to look at him, the round-faced man had a rare smile. Xia Houlin smiled and said: "Seventeen, this life is not reserved for eating, drinking and lhasa. There will always be someone who can make you risk your life to protect her. Even if she dies, you have to risk your life. to take revenge."
"I have it, boss." Tang Shiqi lowered his head, "Do you remember the Tang Lan whose grave you dug up? He is my sixth uncle, and I was brought up by him since I was a child. I have no father or mother, He taught me how to do mechanical tricks and crossbow archery. I would leave Tangmen to find him. But when he died, I didn't even know who the enemy was. Can be empty in hand."
"..." Xia Hou was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, uh, don't worry, I buried him back again. Every year, paper is burned."
"It's alright, you know that people like us who are full of evil do not believe in gods and Buddhas." Tang Shiqi smiled, "Boss, do you think I'm very cowardly? The sixth uncle who was so good to me died. , I actually go to the brothel, drink a little wine and sleep well. I have always admired you, boss, you are the most manly man I have ever met. kill the Buddha."
I also want to do this desperately. But I couldn't help but think, my mother-in-law finally came to this world to take a look, and I'm really sorry for not living a good life. I have no other wish in my life, I just want to die in a woman's bed, this is the best destination for a man. Boss, do you think my sixth uncle will blame me? "
"No, he won't want you to take revenge." Xia Houlin said.
"Yes, boss." Tang Shiqi looked up at Xia Houlin, "Have you ever thought about it, Garuda doesn't want you to take revenge?"
Xia Houlin laughed, and after walking around in such a big circle, it turned out that he was here to be a lobbyist.
"I know, I've always known, my mother doesn't want me to take revenge." Xia Houlin held the wine and looked at the dark night, the moon was already covered by clouds, and outside the house was a dense forest, like a standing ghost, "But There are some things that you don’t want to do if you don’t want to do it. Whenever I hold the transverse wave, when I climb into bed and close my eyes to sleep, the past is like a ghost chasing after me.”
Tang Shiqi didn't speak. The two of them looked at the dark night together. The stars were densely covered with stars, as if they were crumbling.
"When my mother just left, I couldn't sleep all night, and every day I thought about how to kill him." Xia Hou took a sip of wine and suddenly said, "The gap between me and him is too big. The master of swordsmanship, sitting on three thousand disciples, I am not afraid of killing him and being hunted down and revenge, but I am afraid that I will not even be able to enter his threshold. I am so sad that I practice the sword desperately. But I have no talent , The people in Galan laughed at me, saying I was a jerk."
"What are you talking about, boss, you're a jerk, so what have I become!"
"It doesn't matter, I don't care what they say, I know that sooner or later I will go to Liu Guizang." Xia Houlin said softly, "But the saddest thing is not that you are called a coward or a coward, but your heart Understand, even if you go back in time and go back to the day your mother died on the street, you still can't go out, you still can't cross that door and kill Liu Guizang."
Xia Houlin looked at Tang Shiqi and said word by word, "So I recognize everything they scolded, because I'm just a jerk."
Tang Shiqi stared at Xia Houlin blankly, he saw the deep sadness in Xia Houlin's eyes, like heavy black iron, like a dense haze. He suddenly realized that no one could stop Xia Houlin. This assassin can destroy the world, and even himself, for the woman who died tragically on the street.
"Boss..." Tang Shiqi wanted to say something else.
"Seventeen, don't mess around like this in the future." Xia Houlin interrupted him, "You're not from Galan, you can't stay in Wanxianglou all the time, look for an errand, and marry a good wife. Men are the best home. Not dying on the bed of some messy woman, but a good coffin made of ten taels of silver and buried next to your wife. It's so happy to see more talented people marrying a daughter-in-law."
"What about you, boss, where is your home?"
"What about me," Xia Houlin stood up, jumped to a big tree beside the roof, and slid down the trunk. He waved his hand with his back to Tang Shiqi, and walked into the shadow deep in the corridor step by step, "My Home, in the dark."
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Black clouds overwhelm the city, like thick ink randomly rolled out by a brush on rice paper, clumps on top of people's heads, as if they can touch it with their hands, making people feel gloomy and uncomfortable.
Liu Guizang lifted the curtain of the car and glanced outside. Afraid that it was going to rain, the pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, and they all hurried home, for fear that they would be drenched in soup later. There were not many people on the street soon, and only a few vendors were still closing their stalls. The wheel of the car was pressing on the ground, making a rumbling sound. If you didn't pay attention, you thought it was thunder.
Liu Guizang asked people to hurry up to drive the carriage, get back in the carriage, and close his eyes.
The carriage drove off a section of the road and suddenly stopped. Liu Guizang heard the disciples exclaim: "Zhuangzhu!"
Liu Guizang frowned, opened the curtain, and shouted, "What's the fuss about!"
After speaking, he was stunned.
Opposite, not far away, a black-clothed girl was riding on a horse. Under her long black hair was a plain white face with only two dark eye holes. Her body and horseback were covered with bloody human heads, and the long, messy hair that was tangled under her broken neck was tied together like a scribbled and lengthy pen. As the girl rode on the horse, the heads collided, making a dull sound, as if a witch drum came from ancient times, attracting wandering spirits wandering in the wasteland.
The disciples retreated in panic, and some people recognized that the head on the horse was a disciple of Jingdao Villa.
The girl showed no expression, did not speak, and only rode silently.
"Zhuang, Zhuangzhu!" Some disciples exclaimed, "It's the night, the night!"
Liu Guizang raised his hand to signal him to shut up.
The horse stopped, and a low, hoarse man's voice came from the depths of the street, like a lone ghost whispering softly.
"Seven leaves Galan Xiahou Lin, send Liu Zhuangzhu to live in bliss."