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The roof of the cell was broken, and the residual water on the eaves came in through the cracks and dripped onto the ground, soaking a piece of the ground. A window was opened at the top of the wall, and each of the iron railings was as thick as Xia Houlin's wrist, and the dim light came in from there, so that Xia Houlin could not stretch out his fingers. There are stone walls on all sides and a low door in the corner. The wall is very thick, except for a little wind coming from the skylight, there is no sound, as if he is the only one in the whole cell. Sometimes it seemed that the clatter of chains in other cells could be faintly heard on the ground, but it soon disappeared, like a hallucination.
It was late at night, darkness enveloped his body, only a little light from the skylight came in, he curled up under that light, watching the dust flying in the light, like countless little insects, wandering around mindlessly.
He couldn't remember the time clearly, it seemed like five days had passed, and it seemed like seven days had passed. When he woke up, the wounds on his body had been bandaged and scribbled, obviously the bandagers just didn't want him to bleed too much and die. The side of the head hurts a lot. He tried to touch it, and there was a big lump swollen there. In fact, you don't need to look to know that he must have a bruised nose and a swollen face now, which is terrible.
He thought that he would never have a chance to take revenge again. Liu Guizang must be preparing for the beheading meeting. He can live to this day because it takes time for the right way of martial arts to reach Liuzhou. He practiced the knife for four years and studied the puppet technique for four years. In the end, he still failed to defeat Liu Guizang, and even became Liu Guizang's stepping stone to help him regain the first throne of Jianghu.
Joke, what a joke.
The sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside, and fireworks exploded in the sky like thunder. Xiahou Lin raised his head and saw fireworks of a thousand purples and a thousand reds rising from the slightly purple night on the other side. He almost forgot, today is Duanyang Festival.
He remembered his mother. Once during the Duanyang Festival, Xiahou Pei took him to the high tower of the Great Baoen Temple in Suzhou. The tower has nine floors, and the top floor overlooks the entire Suzhou city. Looking down from the top, the blue tiles and white walls are lined up, like a small chessboard, and the people, chariots and horses walk around like ants. The splendid lights were connected together, and the whole city was ablaze with starry nights. He was so happy that he shouted, clinging to the Langan and saying that I was going to fly. Xiahou Pei picked him up. This woman's strength was terrifying, and it was easy to hold five-year-old Xiahou Lin hanging outside Langan with one hand. Xia Houlin was so frightened that he burst into tears, and immediately burst into tears. Xiahou Pei hurriedly brought him back, and said with a headache, "Aren't you going to fly? Why do you still cry when you fly?"
Xiahou Pei is like that, except for murder and arson, he is unreliable. Xia Houlin has lived to this day, and he has never seen a mother like her. But it was such a mother who let him sit on his shoulders and watch the big Huadan singing on the stage in the crowd of people, hold him in the Wu Peng boat and listen to the monk of Hanshan Temple ring the bell, and take him to the temple fair until The last hawker closes the stall.
Someone told him before that there are many doors in the world, behind each door is a house, and each house has a family. At that time, he was still young and ignorant. He saw that everyone had both parents, and some even had more than one mother. He was the only one who only had a mother who was better than nothing. He lost his temper with Xiahou Pei because of this, and went to every family in Jialan Village to ask who his father was and where he lived. No one knows, or no one dares to say. He didn't get an answer, and then it was over. Only now did he realize that in fact, with him and his mother in this house, it was a home.
But it was too late, his home was gone.
Tears welled up in his nose, and tears welled up in his eyes. He covered his eyes, tears streaming from his fingers. He had vowed not to cry anymore. He was twenty-one years old and should not cry anymore, but every time he recalled the past, he couldn't help it.
Time passed bit by bit, the sound of the gun battles outside gradually faded and disappeared, and the world returned to silence. Little by little, the sky lit up, and he heard the cock crows in the distance. The light from the sky poured in from the window.
The lock on the low door was being opened, and he heard the key poking into the hole.
He knew that he was about to be imprisoned on the stage, and Liu Guizang would cut off his head in front of the people of the world. He is going to die, his ghost will step into the yellow spring, he wondered, will he see his mother again
He suddenly understood why people believed there was such a thing as hell. It turns out that all the desires about reincarnation and the underworld are fused with the earnest wish to reunite with loved ones after death.
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Jialan Southwest Travel Post.
The living room was smoky and filled with people in a chaotic manner. There are merchants who smuggle salt to the southwest, murderers wanted by the government, and prostitutes who can’t keep up the business of skin and meat in the Central Plains and instead recruit customers in the southwest. Flies were flying around in the air, roaming the oil-stained table from time to time, poking their dirty legs toward the beef on the plate, but were quickly driven away. Most of the tiger's mouth and palm of the hand that drove it away were covered with calluses, which was the hand that held the knife all the year round.
"Everyone!" A round-faced man suddenly jumped up on the big table in the middle of the living room, roaring hoarsely, "Everyone, be quiet! In Xia Tang Seventeen, please listen and say a few words!"
No one pays attention to him, eats and eats, chats and chats.
Tang Shiqiyi stomped his feet: "Who the hell listens to me, I'll give someone a tael of silver!"
The station fell silent immediately, and everyone looked at him eagerly.
With a wave of Tang Shiqi's hand, Shu Qing and the handyman from the inn moved in a big box and began to hand out money from table to table. Tang Shiqi's heart throbbed when he saw it, but he couldn't care less.
That's all, it's Xia Houlin's money anyway, what does he feel bad for!
"Do you all know the beheading of the Zhuxietai in two days?" Tang Shiqi looked around and shouted loudly.
"Of course I do!" Someone responded, "It's spread all over the rivers and lakes. That old tortoise Liu Guizang posted notices everywhere. He caught Garuda's son, the nameless ghost, and two days later, he was beheaded at the Evil Stage on the outskirts of Liuzhou!"
"Since everyone knows, why can you still drink and eat meat here with peace of mind!" Tang Shiqi looked like he was filled with righteous indignation.
"He's going to kill the nameless ghost, what's our business! Galan doesn't save him, does he still count on us?" Someone sneered, "Oh, the Galan assassin is so pitiful, I heard that Galan has a rule that if he doesn't save the dead, he will be killed. The captives will not be saved, and the rebels will not be saved. The nameless ghost can only obediently wait to die!"
"Everyone is confused!" Tang Shiqi stomped his feet, grief-stricken, and said with spittle flying, "How many of my underworld righteous people have been beheaded since the establishment of the Executioner! It was me who was beheaded last month. One of the best knights in the underworld, since his debut, he has taken out 128 people's hearts, making the righteous path change color! Last month, Liu Erye, the left-handed knife, was beheaded. He once singled out 72 decent people, and his right hand was chopped off. , practice the left-handed sword, and still become prosperous, what a hero! Not to mention Gao Dalang, Fengli Dao, Gu Shan Ke! All of them are first-class heroes, but they all died on the stage of punishment!"
After everyone listened to the silence, Tang Shiqi took a sip of water and continued: "Don't you all know what Liu Guizang was thinking? He killed our underworld masters one by one, and unified the righteous way to command the rivers and lakes, and he can drive us all out! At that time, do you think you can still sit here drinking and eating meat with peace of mind, playing with women and listening to little songs!"
Everyone looked at each other and didn't speak. Someone muttered: "But the nameless ghost kills more than one person..." Before he could finish speaking, someone covered his mouth and dragged him down quietly.
Tang Shiqi beat his chest and said indignantly: "Everyone, since the establishment of the Punishment Platform, our underworld is really inferior to the rats crossing the street! How many bad things Liu Guizang has done to us, do you all keep your eyes closed? Can't you pretend you can't see it! Lao Li, what did Liu Guizang do to you?" He pointed, a broad-faced man was called, and he stood up in a hurry.
"Liu... Liu Guizang him..." The man stammered and looked at Tang Shiqi bitterly.
Tang Shiqi glared at him, crouched beside him, and warned in a low voice: "Wang Ba, you took three taels of money from Lao Tzu, if you don't let me go, Lao Tzu wants you to pay back three hundred taels!"
The man shuddered and blurted out: "Liu Guizang has made my old lady stronger!"
Everyone was shocked, and Tang Shiqi was also stunned. There was a lot of discussion around, and someone asked, "Dare to ask Lingtang Fang's age?"
The man twitched his lips and stuttered for a long time without answering.
But suddenly he heard an angry roar, Shu Qing lifted a teapot and slammed it to the ground, cracking and smashing to the ground, he shouted with red eyes: "Liu Guizang, this forgetful one, even the old lady will not let go!"
Tang Shiqi reacted and shouted, "This beast!"
"Yeah, that bastard arrested my younger brother a few days ago. My younger brother was only sixteen years old. He just stole some green hairpins from the jewelry store, and was beaten to death on the spot by the people from Jingdao Villa!" someone cried. .
"And my brother!" Someone followed. "My father was beaten to death by people from the neighboring village. My brother went to take revenge and was caught by the people from Jingdao Villa. Some of them came from the neighboring village and killed my brother. He was arrested in a private prison, and has not been released yet. Our family sells private salt, yes, we can't go to the government to seek justice, what can we do!"
Everyone was infected and scolded: "Forget Ba Duan Liu Guizang! Beast Liu Guizang!" The scolding gradually became one after another, and everyone was red-eyed.
Tang Shiqi took the opportunity to draw his sword, raised it above his head, and shouted: "If that's the case, why don't you take advantage of the nameless ghost beheading meeting two days later to kill Liu Guizang and rescue the nameless ghost! Promote my underworld majesty and boost my underworld prestige. !"
"Kill Liu Guizang and rescue the nameless ghost!"
"Praise my underworld majesty, boost my underworld prestige!"
Blood boiled in the Jialan Station. Smugglers, murderers, robbers, thieves, liars, and even prostitutes all stood up and drew their swords high above their heads. Tang Shiqi excitedly looked at Shu Qing, who had bright eyes in the crowd and nodded to Tang Shiqi.
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Two days later, he arrived soon. Xiahou Lin was taken to the dew car, and Liu Guizang ordered him to parade through the streets to show the public, and then escorted to the outskirts of the slaughter station. Both sides of the street were densely surrounded by people. The people brought their families and their families. Three generations of the family came out to watch Xiahou Lin parade the streets. The crowds filled the streets like mountains and seas. The windows on the second floor of the shops on both sides were also open, and there were layers of heads. When the car started, Xia Houlin leaned on the car rail, looking at the unfamiliar cheeks beside the car from the gaps in his hair. Their eyes were curious, excited, scared, and more contemptuous and disdainful. And hate.
Xia Houlin looked around the crowd and couldn't help but wonder if Tang Shiqi would be in it, and whether Shu Qing would be in it. He knew that he had been abandoned by Garan, that he had fallen into the enemy's hands, and that Garan would not have anyone to save him. Chiyan went to Oara, Master Qiu was far away in Shuobei, and Uncle Duan was in the Western Regions. The abbot may get the news, but he will never send someone. Shu Qing and Tang Shiqi would be stopped even if they wanted to come.
But he didn't feel sad in his heart, Jialan was not his home, his home was long gone, he did not belong to Jialan, he was always alone.
He went to take revenge alone, and died alone.
His prison car passed through the crowds and went straight to the outskirts of Liuzhou. There were already stands and training grounds set up in the outskirts. There were hundreds of disciples surrounded by the fence. This beheading was regarded as a martial arts event. In order to accommodate more people, Liu Guizang deliberately moved the Execution Platform to the suburbs. Liu Guizang was standing on the high platform, and the first seats of the five gates were sitting beside him, all looking down at Xiahou Lin condescendingly.
Xia Houlin was pushed and shoved by the two disciples to the beheading stage. He raised his eyes and stared gloomily at Liu Guizang on the high platform.
Liu Guizang frowned and sneered disdainfully.
Xia Houlin was held on his shoulders, and the disciples asked him to kneel, but Xia Houlin held on to it, but refused to kneel. He was kicked on the knee, Xia Houlin finally did not support him and knelt down, but he desperately raised his head and looked at Liu Guizang coldly.
"Sure enough, he is an assassin. Look at his eyes, he looks like a rebellious lone wolf, fierce and bloodthirsty." The Sect Master of the Furious Tide Sect in the East China Sea praised.
Liu Guizang frowned and said, "Like his mother, it's disgusting."
The platform for punishing evil was boiling like a sea, and all the disciples were filled with joy. Xiahou Rin heard someone shouting "villain" loudly, and someone shouting that when he was beheaded, his head would be kicked as a ball.
Xia Houlin had no expression, he was not afraid of death a long time ago. The more they are afraid of death, the easier it is to die. He thought that he was indeed a villain, his hands were full of blood, and he was full of evil. Master Qiu said, "If you do killing karma, you will be killed." This is the retribution he deserves. He has long understood that he is not afraid of death.
He just hates his own incompetence. Why is he so useless? If he had Shen Jue's ingenuity, or possessed a loathsome swordsmanship, how could Liu Guizang stand there proudly! The broken corpse of his mother came to his mind again, and he gritted his teeth in pain.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and the warm sunlight shone so hard that people could not open their eyes. The knife hung above Xia Houlin's head, Xia Houlin looked at his shadow and clenched his fist hard.
He's going to die, he's going to die. His vengeance could no longer be avenged, and he would die alone and in humiliation. Xia Houlin's head ached for a while, anger burned in his heart, licking his hot nerves. If you give him a knife, give him a knife! Xia Houlin stared fiercely at Liu Guizang on the high platform, he can definitely kill that bastard!
Suddenly, a sharp arrow flew out from the slanting stab, with a sharp whistling, wrapped in wind and thunder, and pierced into the brows of the disciple holding the sword. He didn't even have time to scream. Xia Houlin heard a plop behind him, and the disciple fell down. behind him. He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look. On the hillside, Tang Shiqi carried Hengbo on his back, holding a long knife in each hand, and led a group of people down with Shu Qing.
"Boss!"
"Master!"
They roared together and rushed into the righteous crowd like a turbulent turbulent current. The disciples of various sects were quickly thrown into chaos. They turned around and drew their swords.
"Master Liu!" The master of the gentleman swordsman stood up.
Liu Guizang raised his hand and shook his head, "It's just a mob, let's see how my son-in-law from Jingdao Villa handles them!"
Xia Houlin's heart flashed with ecstasy. A disciple rushed up and pressed him. He bit the disciple's hand, dragged him to the ground, locked his throat with his legs, twisted hard, and with a click, the disciple's neck was Weakly hang down. Xia Houlin turned around and shouted at Tang Shiqi and Shu Qing, "Seventeen! Junior Brother!"
Tang Shiqi brandished his two knives like a ferocious beast as he plunged into the crowd. Shuqing followed closely, the two of them opened the way, and the other was in the back, back to back to start the round slash. Tang Shiqi's two-handed knives kept looming in the flesh and blood, bringing out hot blood and broken pieces of meat. From a distance, they looked like a moving eddy current, and all the disciples who approached them were smashed.
Blood was woven into a curtain, Tang Shiqi's hands were soaked with sticky blood, and the crowd rushed towards him wave after wave. He rushed forward desperately, blood flying everywhere the long knife went.
He has been counseling all his life, relying on women for food, and dare not avenge his sixth uncle. This is the first time he has done such a big thing. He was going to save Xiahou Lin, the fool who could destroy himself in order to avenge his mother!
"Boss! You are so good! You don't want to die in front of my trash!" Tang Shiqi hissed, pulling out the waves behind him, and threw it towards Xia Houlin with all his might.
Xia Houlin jumped into the air to catch the wave, and like an owl, he rushed into the crowded crowd and joined Tang Shiqi.
The three faced the crowd with their backs to each other. The corner of Xia Houlin's mouth evoked a fierce arc: "Thank you, brother!"
"Remember to add money to Lao Tzu!" Tang Shiqi laughed.
Crowds of people poured in one after another, the three of them chopped off continuously, their severed limbs flew in the air, and blood splattered like rain. Xia Houlin's blood vessels swelled, his chest heaved violently, and every breath sent a large amount of air. He heard the sound of tearing flesh and bones, the desperate screams of the disciples of the righteous path, and the gust of wind whistling in his ears.
Yan Xie followed by Zhanyue, after Zhanyue was a single-knife wheel cut, and after the wheel cut was a horizontal cut. No one can resist Xia Houlin's offensive, he quickly led out a bloody path, like a bloody scar, between the crowd.
The sect masters of the various sects watched leisurely on the high platform. The sect master of the Donghai Furious Tide Sect twisted his beard and sighed: "What a terrifying sword technique! Even me, I am afraid I can't resist such a fierce sword."
The gentleman's swordsman master whispered: "That's Hengbo. It drank all the blood in Garuda's hands, and it has already drank its own blood."
Liu Guizang hummed: "So what? No matter how strong a person is, he can't resist a thousand troops."
The three of Xia Houlin are still fighting!
There are more and more enemies, but there are fewer and fewer people in the underworld. Old Li, who had previously said that his mother had been strengthened by Liu Guizang, screamed miserably and was drowned in the crowd. His body was quickly stepped on by countless feet, and his brain burst. Tang Shiqi looked at his flattened head, gritted his teeth and continued to kill, but with less energy, he soon could barely keep up with Xia Houlin's pace. Shu Qing was also out of breath, and was pulled by Tang Shiqi so that she did not fall behind.
"Boss! We are gone!"
Xiahou Lin held Hengbo tightly, and the three and the remaining underworld brothers were surrounded by righteous disciples, and they had nowhere to go.
"Boss, I fucking didn't expect that I would die with you!" Tang Shiqi lost the knife in his left hand and held it in both hands. He smiled tiredly, his face was covered in blood, and he almost looked Not showing the round face that was originally pleasing, "I fucking want to die in a beautiful bed!"
"Seventeen!" Xia Houlin shouted, "Don't give up! Come and save me, I will definitely send you out! And you, Shu Qing, stand up for me!"
Shu Qing dragged the knife, "Senior brother! If you can go out, remember to help me take care of Liu Shao'er! And Master, I have entrusted it to you!"
"Fuck you, your people, take care of yourself!" Xia Houlin roared, like a Jedi wolf, waving a wave to cut off the rushing crowd once again.
He was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he was as vicious as a ghost. The disciples aimed the tip of their knives at Xia Houlin, but did not dare to go forward.
Liu Guizang shouted from the high platform: "Crush for me! Kill him!"
The disciples looked at each other, summoned up their courage, and raised their swords again.
But at this moment, rumbling horses' hooves came from a distance, like Shen Xiong's snare drum being beaten with all his strength. The five sect masters all stood up and stared blankly into the distance.
It was a leader of men and horses, everyone dressed in black, plain white masks, holding long knives, like a black tide, galloping out of the dense forest. Their horses were blindfolded, their iron hooves splashing dust. They were different from the rabble led by Tang Shiqi. They were well-trained and organized. They cut straight into the battlefield like a sharp black arrow. Wherever they passed, the sword was stained with blood.
"Galan Assassin... A lot, a lot of Garan Assassins!" Tian Yi Dao Sect Master murmured.
"There are three hundred of them." The gentleman's knife sect master said in horror.
"No! There are five hundred people!" Tian Yi Dao Sect Master said.
It is said that a Garan Assassin is an army. Then five hundred Galan assassins are tantamount to a thousand troops!
They saw that the disciples of the righteous path were quickly washed away by the Garan assassins, like a mess of mud. Countless people had their necks broken by knives, and blood sprayed like a spring. Five hundred Garan Assassins, like Asura evil ghosts who appeared out of nowhere, harvested their lives in the killing field.
The man at the head was cloaked with dust, riding his horse as if he were in a no-man's land, and went straight to Xiahou Lin.
He stretched out his pale right hand towards Xia Houlin, with well-defined knuckles, round nails, and clean between the fingers.
"Xiahou Lin, don't you want revenge? I'll take you there!"
He rode his horse against the light, Xia Houlin could only see his thin and tall shadow, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was a kind of unreasonable trust, as if they had known each other in their previous lives, and this moment was their reunion after a long separation across time and space. Xia Houlin put his hand in his palm, his hand was a little cold, but there was an inexplicable warmth.
Xia Houlin was pulled onto the horse by him, and his left hand hugged his waist.
"Sit down," he whispered. "Let's go... revenge!"