"Sir Xiao Shen!"
"Where are you, Sir Xiao Shen?"
The shouts of the factory guards came from far away, loud and quiet, because the alley was twisting and turning, and the distance between them and Xiahou Lin was suddenly far and near. The alley was still dark, and almost nothing could be seen. The assassin stood silently, his figure seemed to dissolve in the darkness. The cold eroded Xia Houlin's palm, and there was a chill in his heart. This assassin feels too cold, like a ghost condensed in snowflakes.
Xia Houlin's heart was beating violently, he had an idea in his heart, he didn't dare to say it, but he had to.
"Who are you?" he asked in a low voice.
His heart was messed up, and he didn't know what kind of answer he was expecting. Will this assassin be bored? He had only seen Chi Yan with such a fast knife, but why did Chi Yan continue to work for Garan
If Chi Yan worked for Garan... Then, would they be the enemy
"Garduro." The assassin replied, his voice was very young, but it was stuffy in the mask and couldn't hear it clearly.
"I asked for your name!"
"Garduro," the assassin repeated mechanically.
Xia Houlin knew that the assassin would not reveal his real name, but Xia Houlin breathed a sigh of relief at this time, as if he didn't expect an answer.
"Is Garan going to kill me?" he asked.
"Caught alive."
"why?"
"I don't know." The assassin said, "Pull your knife."
The night wind flowed silently, and a mouse ran past them.
The wind stopped and everything returned to silence. In the deep silence, the sound of metal breaking through the air suddenly came out, and in the darkness, a flash of light like a flash of lightning finally appeared.
That's Xia Houlin moving!
He took the first shot, and the Yanling knife walked through a smooth curve, the tip of the knife was facing the assassin's face, and the wind that ripped through the air was like a ghost whistling. The assassin still stood silently, as if he was unaware of everything. Under the mask, he lowered his eyes, not even looking at the knife that was slashing at his head.
The knife arrived in an instant, and the fierce knife was like the top of the mountain and the sea. The assassin finally raised his knife, neatly and quickly, and perfectly blocked Xia Houlin's slash. Xia Houlin felt as if he was slashed on an extremely hard rock, unable to advance even an inch and a half.
However, the moment the knife and the knife met, Xiahou Lin suddenly jumped up.
He actually turned over from the assassin's head with the force of the slash and rebound. The black figure was like a light flying swallow, and it landed on the ground lightly and skillfully. Then he quickly retracted the knife, climbed up the wall, and jumped on the top of the wall. Suddenly the figure disappeared. The assassin was stunned for a moment, then jumped up the wall.
As soon as Xia Houlin landed, there was a sharp whistling in the air behind him, so sharp that it seemed to pierce his head. He quickly turned sideways to dodge, a very thin flash of light swept across his face and plunged into the wall in front of him. Xiahou Rin slashed it down with a knife. There was a bang in the air as if the strings of a piano were snapped. .
However, the delay was long enough for the assassin to catch up with him, and the two met again. The assassin's sleeves approached Xia Houlin with a bleak light of the knife. Xia Houlin didn't have time to swing the knife a second time, and there was already a severe pain in his waist.
He was caught. Like a moth stuck in a cobweb, the knife is his wings, but it cannot vibrate. The assassin turned into an afterimage, and the blade light was like an electric light that appeared in the dark clouds, constantly flashing around him, each time a wound was drawn. He fought back the pain and swung the knife, but every time he missed it, the assassin quickly passed by, leaving a bloody wound on his body.
Too fast, too fast. This assassin is faster than holding boredom!
The assassin's stab at the end finally came to an end, and Xia Houlin heard the clear sound of dripping water, which was his blood dripping on the ground. The blood took away his strength and temperature, and the cold invaded his body little by little. Xiahou leaned on the knife and knelt on one knee, panting sharply.
"Don't struggle anymore, you can't beat me," the assassin said.
Xia Houlin took a deep breath and waved the knife again.
Fuck your uncle, he won't admit defeat! Even if you are tired, don't admit defeat!
The knife was intercepted halfway, and the assassin bent his right knee and slammed Xia Houlin in the face. It was pitch black in front of him, his nose was aching, and blood flowed from his nose in an instant, and Xia Houlin tasted a strong smell of rust in his mouth. The assassin didn't stop. He picked up the back of his neck and pressed his head against the wall. The alley was very old, and the bricks were already cracked and broken. Xia Houlin slammed into it this time, and there was a loud bang in his ear, and a hole the size of a fist was directly knocked out.
Blood covered his eyes, Xia Houlin could hardly open his eyes, he slid down the wall to the ground, and the world was spinning in front of him. He felt that his skull was about to be shattered, everything became hazy, and the shouts of the factory guards in the distance seemed to be far away. He didn't seem to feel cold anymore, and could only hear his heavy breathing. One moment, like a dying old cow.
The assassin's shadow was blurry, and he felt the assassin walking up to him, turning him face up with one hand, grabbing him by the collar, and dragging him along. He was like a ripped pocket, and his whole body slumped to the ground uncontrollably, but the hand dragged him and walked step by step into the deeper darkness ahead.
Get up. Get up. he told himself.
No, it must not be caught by Garan. He turned his face sideways and bit into the assassin's hand. The assassin was shocked and turned around to break his mouth. Xia Houlin stretched out his legs and kicked his ankle violently. The assassin lost his balance and fell to the ground. Xia Houlin took the opportunity to grab the assassin's collar and bit him on the shoulder. No one could see the other in the darkness. Fighting, one pounded the other's waist, the other bit his shoulders, like two wild wolves biting each other.
But neither of them tried their best to make the other dizzy, so the battle seemed to be endless and never ending. The blood dripped on the snow, like a flower that bloomed quietly in the dark.
The smell of blood in his mouth was so strong that Xia Houlin wanted to vomit, there was both his own blood and the blood of assassins. The cry of the factory guard was getting closer and closer, and the assassin finally lost his patience. He struggled to turn over and hit Xia Houlin's back with his elbow. This blow made Xia Houlin almost lose his breath, and the pain spread from the back of his heart. The back seems to be shattered. But he didn't give up, still biting the assassin's shoulder. The assassin continued to beat with his elbow, Xiahou Rong endured it, blood oozing out of his mouth, and his head became more and more dizzy.
He felt that he might be about to die, and in a trance he thought of Shen Jue, that guy was still waiting for him to come home. When he came out, Shen Jue also put on the Xingyue Bodhi Bead for him, and told him that Jialan was fierce and not to fight in person. But he was too reckless, he fell for Galan's plan, and now he is about to die.
"Aang!"
It's Shen Jue's voice!
Xia Houli suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked. He suddenly let out a loud roar, the roar was high and sharp, like a wolf roaring. He can't die, and someone is waiting for him to come home. He is a wolf with a family, and a wolf who protects his family is more brave than a lone wolf. Xia Houlin stood up with red eyes, and rushed forward, smashing the assassin into the ruined brick wall. The brick wall collapsed, hitting two people. Xia Houlin struggled to get up and stepped back, the assassin shivered and turned sideways, blood seeping out from the cracks in the mask.
Xiahou staggered back, put his hand on the wall, and pressed one bloody handprint after another. Behind him, the assassin also struggled to get up and stumbled in the other direction of the alley, blood seeping out of the mask and flowing down the chin into the collar. I don't know how long it took, the factory guard's shouts were getting further and further away from him. He walked around a corner and pushed open the door of a courtyard house, where Duan Jiu sat smoking a pipe and waited for him.
Duan Jiu showed a surprised expression when he saw his embarrassed appearance.
The assassin took off the shattered mask, revealing his pale cheeks, his seven orifices oozing blood and looking terrifying.
"How long has it been since you took the medicine, you're tired of it?" Duan Jiu stood up and helped him onto the bench, reaching for his pulse.
Tired of not answering.
Duan Jiu waved his hand, and a dark pile came out from under the eaves, holding Yan and helping him into the house.
"Don't resist the fruit of bliss, hold on to it, at least it can give you a strong body." Duan Jiu said behind him, "Although it will also make you die early, but..." Duan Jiu looked up at the night sky, the words on his lips Shaking his beard, he actually smiled, "But this is the life of us people, I'm tired of it."
Xia Houlin walked while clutching his wounds, and the pain came up like a tide. He had too many wounds to cover at all. Shen Jue's voice was getting closer, he wanted to respond, but he didn't have the strength. He could only walk forward against the wall, doing his best. The more things come to mind at this time, it seems that people always have to review their own life when they are about to die. He remembered the lone wolf-like assassin just now. Was that person bored? He didn't have the strength to distinguish, but there was a faint feeling in his heart that drove him to let the assassin run away without making up for it.
He thought of Shen Jue again, that idiot, he just ran over like this. Doesn't he know it's dangerous here? What if you are targeted by assassins again? Xia Houlin complained in his heart, but he felt happy again, and there was a sour and sweet feeling in his heart. It felt so good to be missed by others, especially being missed by Shen Jue, he felt that he was worth it even if he died. He wondered endlessly, if he died, would Shen Jue dress him in filial piety? Logically speaking, he wouldn't, since Shen Jue was not his daughter-in-law, there was no reason for him to be filial piety. But when Chi-wan is gone, no one can wear filial piety for him. Shen Jue misses him so much, maybe he will.
Consciousness gradually became blurred, and he felt that his feet were stepping on the cotton, and he couldn't use his strength softly. He knew it was a sign of excessive blood loss, and he had to stop the bleeding right away.
A flash of fire suddenly flashed before his eyes, and his entire field of vision lit up. He heard the factory guards exclaiming "Sir!", the brothers stepped forward to help him, a familiar shadow appeared in the crowd, and he saw Shen Jue's panicked eyes. Shen Jue ran towards him, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and fell into Shen Jue's arms.
"Bandage! Bandage!" Shen Jue shouted loudly, someone immediately came up to bandage him, he gasped in pain, turned his face, and saw Shen Jue staring at him fiercely.
He pretended not to see, and put on a weak look. Shen Jue had no choice but to hug him horizontally, Xia Houlin was startled and struggled feebly.
"You'll be dead if you move any more." Shen Jue glared at him.
Shen Jue carried him into the carriage, Xia Houlin didn't dare to look at the expression of the brother behind him, he felt that he would not be able to raise his head to meet anyone in the East Factory in the future. Shen Jue, can't he use his back
After getting settled in the carriage, Shen Jue helped him check his injuries. Shen Jue was very close, his nose was full of the fragrance of the brain on Shen Jue's body, smelling drowsy.
"Who did you meet?" Shen Jue asked him.
"Garduro." Xia Houlin replied, "A very fast knife is faster than Chian."
"Jalan's goal today is you, not me?" Shen Jue asked.
Xia Houlin nodded, "Jia Lan wants to capture me alive." He thought for a while, and then realized that something was wrong, "Why do you want to go to Chulou if you want to capture me alive?"
"In order to prove that there is a ghost inside." Shen Jue said, "I caught the dark pile too quickly recently, and Jialan became suspicious."
"Will Seventeen be in danger?" Xia Houlin frowned, "Maybe he should be recalled tomorrow."
Shen Jue actually disagreed, Tang Shiqi was their only dark line in Jialan and the only source of information. Before Shen Jue found a way to go back to the hidden line of Galan, if Tang Shiqi's line was broken, apart from searching the whole city aimlessly, Galan would really have nowhere to look.
But Tang Shiqi was Xia Houlin's good brother, if he was good or bad, Xia Houlin would not feel good. Shen Jue rubbed his brows and said, "Send someone to Chulou tomorrow to see what's going on."
Xia Houlin nodded, fatigue hit his upper body, and his limbs were paralyzed due to blood loss. Xia Houlin murmured: "Why did they capture me alive? Do they want to know what secrets in the East Factory..."
Shen Jue also frowned, looking down at Xia Houlin who was drowsy, lost in thought.
Suddenly there was shouting outside, and someone shouted, "Senior Brother Jinglan!"
Shen Jue was startled, opened the curtain, and knelt in front of the carriage, a young man, Mr. Dai's boy.
The boy staggered over and handed a scroll of handwriting, "Senior brother, sir, was taken away by the bad guys!"
Xia Houlin suddenly woke up and stuck his head out, "What did you say?"
Shen Jue opened the handwriting and read the words on it by the wind lamp.
"Three days later, at Shilipo, at most ten people will accompany you, and Qiye Jialan will be waiting for you."