In Xiacheng District, Manlu Courtyard is brightly lit.
In the past, this place was filled with the smell of spices and hookah, the sound of warblers, wealth and beauty, enthusiastic servants running around every corner, red sleeves and white gauze flying in the fragrant breeze.
It's like a paradise on earth.
But now there is no "Paradise on Earth", and there is no spices or hookah. The girls all screamed and hid in their rooms, and their red sleeves and white gauze were burned.
There were thugs holding open fires and holding swords everywhere.
These fierce men wearing turbans rushed out from the open door, like a tide, surrounding the man, holding their swords tightly, and preparing for battle.
There is only one enemy.
Facing the eyes of all the thugs, Ghost Hand took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth and asked, "Is Sheila Yiduo here?"
From behind the crowd, there was a sigh of pity.
Amidst the layers of protection, Sheila Yiduo stared at him, and his eyes became regretful: "Ghost Hands is really old. When he first came to Avalon when he was young, everyone said that Ghost Hands was the best. The killer was unprecedented, and his skills in the palm of his hand were unparalleled in the world. Everyone he targeted would die violently. At that time, he was all-powerful. But later, he took the job he shouldn't have taken, touched things he shouldn't have touched, and violated the rules of the Sahara. According to the full rules, the hand was chopped off by the shaman himself. Since that hand was chopped off, the ghost hand has no achievements to speak of. Even if the hand is reattached, the broken bones But he will never come and become a shaman's dog... After so many years, not only has he become like this, but has he forgotten all about his former skills?"
"Why do you sigh?"
Guishou heard his voice and laughed. He raised his head and stared at the sinister eyes behind the crowd:
"Shirajita, although I came here to take your life, isn't it a joyful thing to meet old friends?"
"Logically speaking, shouldn't a sneaky person like you come to your door in the dark?"
Sheila Yiduo asked in a cold voice: "Do you think that if you come here and say you want to find me, I will obediently offer my head?"
"Sorry, you may have misunderstood."
Guishou smiled, shook his head, extinguished his pipe, put it into his arms, and said in a soft voice: "I was indeed a killer before, but I was not good at sneaking and assassination, and I have never done anything like lurking or patience. Work. I'm not good at it, so to speak—"
He paused, reached out and took off the glove on his right hand:
"—because I like to take the front door."
On the black leather gloves, six hidden buckles were untied one after another under his provocation. With each hidden buckle untied, a belt bound to the back of the hand bounced up.
Snap, snap, snap, snap...
In the end, the glove that had been tightly bound for many years fell off silently and fell to the ground quietly. As the sleeves of the ghost hand were slowly rolled up, the palm hidden under the long glove finally revealed its true face.
There was nothing there, illuminated by the torches.
Nothing at all!
Sheila Yiduo's expression changed, a stern look appeared in his eyes, and his fingers behind his back flickered slightly.
In the darkness of the roof, screams erupted out of thin air.
Ding!
An arrow coated with dark green venom suddenly appeared, but then solidified in the air, frozen in front of the ghost hand - as if it was being held tightly by an invisible hand.
Looking at everyone's shocked eyes, Guishou smiled and tried to "tighten his fingers", so the crackling sound of knuckles rubbing could be heard in the blank space.
The arrow shattered and turned into powder.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his "hand", inserted it into the chest of the enemy in front of him, and slowly pulled it out.
There was no bleeding, no scars, and no abnormalities, except that there was a still beating heart in his hand.
Plop.
The man who lost his heart fell to the ground and could not get up again. No matter how much precious medicine he drank and how much vitality he squeezed out, if he couldn't regenerate his heart in an instant, it would be useless against this move.
"As you can see, Mr. Shravitta."
Ghost Hand stepped forward with a polite voice: "I don't know swordsmanship, arrows, poisoning or sneak attacks. The only thing I know is this move. Fifteen years ago, my right hand was still there When I was young, I used it to break open the enemy's chest and dig out the heart. When I lost my right hand, I found that I could omit a process. For so long, what you have done has made this city feel ashamed. , but today is the day that shame ends.”
puff!
The heart in his hand suddenly shattered, and blood splashed out from between the tightened fingers, like a rain of blood, and a drop fell on Sheila Yiduo's face.
Feeling the warm breath falling on his face, Sheila Yiduo sluggishly raised his fingers and wiped his face. When he saw the blood on his fingers, he froze, his face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered back.
He screamed, shouting some Tianzhu dialect, probably killing him, getting rid of him, or letting this guy die without any body parts.
Then, there was a sudden roar in the crowd, and a Tianzhu ascetic hidden among the group of strong men suddenly attacked!
In an instant, a thin figure rushed out from the crowd, chanting Sanskrit sounds, like thunder suddenly exploding.
Om!
In an instant, his skin turned into a metallic bronze, as if he suddenly turned into a golden man. Even his weight increased several times, and his bare ankles made a sharp sound when they collided with the masonry.
As he breathed hard, there was a faint thunder in his heart, and a trace of electric light just lit up from the metalized skin, wandering and shooting.
In an instant, the Dharma Protector King Kong described in the scriptures fell from the sky, causing wind and thunder to rise on the ground, shocking the soul.
As the secret note was recited, wherever the Sanskrit sound passed, everyone's minds went blank for a brief moment.
But just after this blank moment, the Vajra Monk with thunder and lightning had already rushed towards him, forming a seal with his right hand, smashing down like a vajra pestle! The fist set off a scream in the air, setting off layers of air waves, evolving into a method of subduing demons!
Facing the falling Vajra Seal Fist, Ghost Hand raised his palm and faced it head-on...
boom!
In an instant, there was a muffled sound in the air, and lightning burst out, making everyone unable to open their eyes. I could only feel that something was moving back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth rapidly in that ball of lightning.
It was something faster than sound, shorter and faster than thunder. It turned back and forth in an instant and covered a long distance.
It was as fast as waking up from a dream.
After that moment, there was no loud noise or sound. After the dazzling electric light dissipated, only two figures were left on the spot.
The ghost hand still stood in place, and the violent ascetic monk still maintained his original posture, unable to move.
"What are you still doing?"
Sheila Jita screamed, urging the motionless monk: "Kill him quickly! I invited you here from Tianzhu to scare you here?!"
The ascetic remained motionless.
Ghost Hand stared at the man with the angry eyes, a hint of admiration appeared in his expression, and sighed softly:
"Is there really a secret technique in the world that can transform flesh, blood and skin into gold and iron? The ascetic monks of Tianzhu are really hiding dragons and crouching tigers, which is admirable."
"I lost."
The metalized ascetic made a hoarse voice, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Sheila Yita... run."
With his words, the anger that had been held in his chest was finally released. Once the anger was released, the "Secret Ritual Vajra Concentration" could no longer be maintained, and he regained his flesh and blood body.
Immediately afterwards, it collapsed inch by inch!
Like a corpse, it collapsed on the ground and turned into a pile of mud.
The cold moonlight fell from the sky, shining on the invisible hand of the ghost hand, illuminating the thing he was holding.
- It was a complete white skeleton, from head to toes, pale with a hint of iron-green color. As the ghost's hand shook, it swayed gently in the cold wind.
At that moment, through the golden-iron flesh and blood, he had taken out all the bones in the ascetic's body, not less than one!
“Ten years ago, everyone knew I had quick hands.”
Facing those dull eyes and pale faces, Guishou whispered softly: "After so many years, I didn't expect that I have changed so quickly."
Ten years ago, the skills of Ghost Hands were peerless, and to this day, they are still unparalleled!
As the five fingers were released, the pale bones fell to the ground and hit the ground with a crisp sound, like a string of white bone wind chimes.
This is the last straw that breaks the strings - collapse!
In the crowd, another roaring sound suddenly sounded. The man who was about to go crazy raised his knife, rushed towards the ghost hand, and chopped it off on the head!
The crowd was disturbed, and the balance of the hospital was broken. The effects of the medicine gradually took effect, and the people who had lost their minds went crazy when they smelled blood.
Roaring and roaring sounds continued one after another, and the crowd swallowed up the figure of Ghost Hand.
Ten minutes later, all sound disappeared.
For the first time in decades, Ganlu Courtyard was so quiet and peaceful, like a tomb, filled with the silence of death.
The only person standing was stained red with blood.
With his lips trembling, he lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled the curls of green smoke.
The medicinal powder mixed with the tobacco was ignited, and as the smoke poured into the lungs and spread, it suppressed the pain from the wound.
There was blood dripping on his shoulders, chest, back, legs, and even his head. Some of the blood is the enemy's, and some of the blood is his.
"You are old after all."
Guishou sighed softly and frowned in pain. The night dew was heavy, and the rheumatism he had suffered as he got older started to attack again. When he was dodging a dagger just now, his waist also dodged. It was already in so much pain that he couldn't walk.
You are old, why don't you accept old age
He felt a little annoyed: He was already an old man, so why should he imitate the butcher and go to the enemy's lair to kill his whole family
It’s not like everyone is like that monster butcher who can’t be killed no matter how hard he kills...
He sighed softly, raised his blood-stained eyebrows, and looked around.
"—Sheila Jita? Are you still there?"
In the silence, no one responded. In the shadows, Sheila Yiduo covered his mouth and nose, almost suffocating. He staggered back silently, but fell on the steps and collapsed.
"I see you, please wait a moment and don't move there."
When Guishou saw him, his eyes lit up, and he moved slowly towards him.
There was still nothing in his right hand, only an empty sleeve.
But the blood dyed the invisible right hand red, causing it to reveal a hideous and changing shape, like the projection of a nightmare in reality, turning into various reflections of hell.
It must be death condensed into substance, right
How exquisite a killing skill does it take to reach such a terrifying state
Sheila Yiduo stared blankly at the approaching ghost hands, his eyes desperate. But in the end, a glimmer of relief emerged from the bottomless despair.
"Hehe, so retribution has come today?"
He laughed, laughing at himself, and his eyes became relieved:
"—Anyone who commits injustice will be punished by death. Come on!"
He tore off his collar, rubbed his heart, and determined to face his own death: "Is this the principle of cause and effect? All evildoers need to face the punishment of fate..."
"Not really."
The ghost hand reached into his chest and looked at his seemingly relieved eyes: "Actually, many people who are worse than you live a happy life, and grow old in happiness, and have a family full of children before they die. Why do you have to let it go? Are others as unlucky as you?"
Sheila Yiduo was stunned, his eyes fluctuated, and the "relief" he had squeezed out was shattered. His face was distorted like an evil ghost.
He glared angrily at the ghost hand that was so close, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to curse loudly, or as if he wanted to make a last ditch effort and bite his throat out!
But a soft broken sound sounded from his chest.
His body trembled, fell to the ground and twitched, and finally stopped moving.
Before he died, he seemed to have a brief moment of peace in his life... Unfortunately, forcing peace was of no use.
He wanted to die with dignity, but unfortunately, death is death, there is no such thing as dignity, and he still died like a dog.
Under the moonlight, his body gradually stiffened, and his dim eyes reflected the light and shadow of the flame lit by his own hands in the distance.
I will never die with my eyes in peace.