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There are many ways to solve many things in the world, and killing is undoubtedly the simplest and crudest one. But how many people can face death without fear? It is precisely because of this that the killer organization Blackstone can dominate the world, and can even secretly determine the appointment of officials in the world.
Undoubtedly, the Black Stone is terrifying, but what is even more terrifying is a person's desire for revenge. When the fire of hatred is ignited, it will burst out with terrifying power beyond imagination, and even the black stone will be shaken by it.
Fatty Chen, the owner of Chen Ji Oil Shop, died.
This is not a big deal, but for Blackstone, it is by no means a trivial matter, because although Feiyouchen's martial arts is not top-notch, he is a person who specializes in managing property in the Blackstone organization. He is very important. The death means that someone has found the Black Stone!
"Kill with one sword, great skill!"
King Chakravartin looked at Fatty Chen's body with a cold look in his eyes. Over the years, no one has dared to kill Black Stone's people so well. There is no doubt that this is a provocation to Black Stone and him. .
"My lord, the account book is missing."
The Blackstone Killer, who was responsible for searching for clues, quickly came to report.
"Huh? I had expected it."
The Wheel King said in a deep voice: "Set up thousands of miles of fireworks and attract the black stones from all over the world to the capital!"
Thousand-mile fireworks are the most important communication tool in Black Stone. Once the fireworks are lit, the killers in the Black Stone organization will rush to help from all directions no matter where they are, otherwise they will be punished as apostasy.
It was night, when the moon was in the sky, a bright firework stood out, stretching up to nine heavens, blooming with the most dazzling light in the dark night.
To celebrate, on this night, Zhang Renfeng, whose pseudonym was Jiang Asheng, finally entered the marriage hall with Xiaoyu, whose pseudonym was Zeng Jing. Jiang Chen also attended the dinner as a guest.
Under the overpass, in a tea shed on the street, a few carriage drivers and lackeys were drinking and bragging, as if this could relieve the fatigue of the day.
One of the young men was amazing, he was very good at juggling, and his hands were very dexterous. He performed tricks such as clear water and ice, etc., which was very exciting. He attracted the attention of everyone and attracted bursts of applause.
"well."
The old man sitting alone next to him glanced out of the corner of his eye, saw the arrogance on the young man's face, shook his head and sighed. This ordinary-looking old man with a colorful robe and a folded hat and a bag on his back looked a little funny. He didn't speak and just looked at his bowl of sake alone.
Some coachmen nearby immediately booed and laughed: "Even old man, don't sigh, you can also do a trick for everyone to see."
"Yeah, change it." The others all started to boo.
The young man who performed magic laughed disdainfully: "Juggler, you old man must be dreaming about the legendary fairy rope again."
Everyone burst into laughter. Old Lian, who was wearing a folded hat, looked as usual and said nothing. He suddenly looked at the fireworks in the shadow of the sake in the bowl, but his expression suddenly changed. He immediately turned over and stood up, and saw the fireworks blooming in the air at that moment. Cadenza.
"Do you want to see the fairy rope?"
The usually solitary old man Lian suddenly seemed to be a different person at this time. He picked up the package he carried with him in his hand. A long rope was visible in the package. There was an inexplicable smile on his lips. Everyone originally wanted to refute him, but their mouths opened. Halfway through, everyone was speechless. Everyone felt that even the old man was very different from usual, and couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.
"rise!"
The opera artist shook his hands to connect the rope, and the long rope turned out to be like a giant python standing up and spitting out a message. It spiraled up, slowly upwards, roaring into the sky, with no end in sight and no end in sight.
Everyone was surprised to see this ordinary long rope rising more than twenty feet high.
Seeing everyone's disbelief, Lian Sheng smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth. His hands that had been folded between his sleeves suddenly came out and clapped. The young magician didn't even want to blink. He didn't know where he was. The old man in front of him was using very advanced techniques, which required decades of immersion in them. At this moment, he was just worried that he would miss this legendary and wonderful trick.
"Disperse!"
I saw the old man twisting his hands and shaking his wrists, and a cloud of white smoke escaped from his sleeves. The white smoke covered his old and thin body, as flexible as an ape. Along the rope, his body and feet lifted off the ground. It is also like a big bird flying up and flying up to nine heavens in a moment.
In the sky, an old Jie Jie's strange laughter was heard floating in the wind, "You want to get on the Immortal Rope, young man, are you capable enough?"
The young man who was doing tricks suddenly blushed. But young people can't bear it at all, especially when they are under the gaze of many people. How can they be willing to admit defeat? He spit, rubbed his hands, and shouted: : "Why don't you dare! Watch me fall on your fairy rope!"
After saying that, he used his hands and feet together, with clumsy posture, and gritted his teeth to climb up the long rope. When it was extremely difficult, the long rope was uncharacteristically stretched upwards, as if someone was pulling the young man up.
"ah!"
At this time, only the young man's extremely frightened shriek remained, and there was no other sound at all.
Everyone looked like clay and wood sculptures, with their mouths wide open, looking at the sound of sharp knives in the smoke cloud, mixed with the sneer of the old man Lian, the smoke cloud was like anger, rolling like a tide, and not long after, the young man who spoke rudely turned into a man. Many corpses and long ropes fell from the smoke cloud.
Everyone was frightened, gasped, and took a few steps back. However, some who were braver moved their trembling legs closer to the scattered "corpse", only to find that it was just a straw man with only four limbs.
Looking back, the young man who performed magic was completely naked and was sitting in the seat where the magician Lian Sheng had been sitting before. At this time, he was completely silent. He lost three of his seven souls and lost his soul. He could only shiver, but no longer Dare to say one more word, look at the sky with awe, and murmur: "The Immortal Cable is real, it's real..."
After everyone was frightened, they all realized that it was just a joke made by an old man they were familiar with. They all clicked their tongues in surprise and cast their gazes into the sky again, only to see a crescent moon in the sky and no other stars.
The cool breeze of the autumn night was blowing, but there was no trace of the old man anywhere. Just now, a rope led the clouds, straight to the sky, like a dream, which makes people sigh. It really comes and goes at will, and the gods are intoxicated by the colorful drama.
Where did the old man Lian Sheng go? Everyone is thinking about this question, but there is still no answer.
In the suburbs, in a seemingly ordinary farmyard, an ordinary-looking man was squatting on the roof, reaching out to touch his masterpiece... On the roof, there was a drying Full of white noodles.
Some are wide and some are thin, and the fragrance of the pasta makes people move their index fingers. The man looked at the white noodles with satisfaction, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saw the extremely gorgeous and brilliant fireworks blooming in the sky.
The man's gentle face suddenly changed, and an indescribable solemnity emerged. He raised his feet, jumped up, and fell like a civet cat, landing in the courtyard. He took a few steps with his feet, After removing the force of the impact, there was no sound at all.
Under the moonlight, he stooped slightly, gently opened the door, entered sideways, sat on the edge of the bed, and saw his sleeping wife and children facing the moonlight.
While he was lost in thought, he heard a faint voice: "Are you leaving?"
The man smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, this matter is very important. I have to leave. I will return as soon as possible."
The wife on the bed opened her bright eyes, bit her lip and said, "Just think of me and my son."
The man nodded gently, tucked his wife and sleeping son under the covers, and was about to get up when he suddenly remembered something and said with excitement: "Remember to help me take down the noodles from the roof tomorrow morning. The noodles dried in the sun are better than ordinary ones." Eat it, it won’t go bad no matter how long you put it in the soup.”
The wife said "Yes", caressed the sleeping child, and said with a smile: "Son, wait for daddy to come back and make some noodles."
The gentle man said urgently: "Don't wake up the child, it will be serious if he cries." He sighed and continued: "When we come back this time, let's go back to our hometown of Changzhou and open a small noodle shop, okay?"
The wife nodded, looked at him, and the two of them smiled at each other.
When he went out, he closed the door gently, tried hard not to make any noise, and breathed out softly. Suddenly, he was shocked, and he could only hear his wife's voice inside, as if she was murmuring in sleep: "Lei Bin, please don't die here." Outside... ... ... .."
(End of chapter)