This is Zhang Feng's third time coming to this country. In fact, Zhang Feng still likes this country very much. It's not because he met Emiko that he fell in love with this country. There are still many things that people like here.
Compared to the arrogant people in other places, the people here are much better. I won’t talk about the past here.
But Zhang Feng came here just to settle accounts with the past.
Zhang Feng arrived at the target place, which was actually a Xiaosan Village, and Emiko knew he was here.
"How did you know he was here?"
Zhang Feng and the two walked in this quiet mountain village. The village roads were very clean, and everyone passing by would greet them with a smile.
"I grew up here!" Emiko said, "He sold me when I was ten years old!"
Zhang Feng seemed to hear something.
"Next one!" Zhang Feng took her hand and started to leave.
Emiko said: "No, Feng, he is a beast. He has persecuted many girls except me, just to sell me!"
"Okay, then go and deal with him!"
Zhang Feng understood that this Xiong Benji Er was her adoptive father, and she would sell him when he was ten years old.
"I don't know who my biological mother is, but she raised me to be a killer since I was a child. I started killing people when I was five years old, and I became his tool to kill people!"
Emiko told her past, started killing people at the age of five? It's so terrifying. She must have been very cute when she was a child. Who would think that such a cute girl could be a killer
"My aunt said that I use Mohist swordsmanship, but Kumamoto Chiji taught me Mohist swordsmanship. Could it be that he is also a Mohist swordsman?" Emiko asked, maybe she was also asking herself, Zhang Feng didn't know either.
Zhang Feng said: "Ask him soon!"
"good!"
After a while, Emiko stopped by a field ridge and looked at an old man working in the field. The old man had his back to them, but at this time, he suddenly stopped.
At this moment, Zhang Feng felt there was danger around him.
It seems that the old man is Xiongben. He can't see it at all. Even Zhang Feng can't see it. The culprit is actually an old man in the field. Who would have thought
Emiko just stood there and looked at the old man.
The old man turned around and walked over with a smile on his face, looking very kind, but Zhang Feng could feel the murderous intent hidden in his eyes.
He didn't just glance at Zhang Feng and Emiko, then come up, wash the dirt off his feet in the stream, and walk back.
Emiko followed.
Zhang Feng also followed, and this scene was very strange. Zhang Feng had already seen figures flashing between the surrounding mountains and houses. It seemed that this Kumamoto was very powerful.
Ten minutes later, they walked into a very quiet and simple courtyard. Kumamoto Chiji had already walked in. After they entered, dozens of people wearing masks appeared around the courtyard. They all held the same ones as Emiko's hand. Long sword.
"ah… "
At this moment, someone rushed over, holding a knife and slashing at Emiko. The momentum was overwhelming and the speed was very fast, but in Emiko's eyes, it was so slow. Emiko took a step forward and then turned sideways, and the first masked man appeared. When he got to Emiko's side, Emiko put away the knife. The man behind him had fallen to the ground, and blood was flowing from his neck. He covered his neck with his hands and struggled there.
Three people came next, left and right and in front of Emiko. They did not attack Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng stood behind and did not take action.
They pay great attention to martial ethics, and Zhang Feng likes this very much!
Emiko in front quickly dealt with the three people. She stepped on the blood and moved forward. Several people fell down every step forward. When she reached the steps, there were only four people left.
"Miss...ahem..."
A man died after saying a word. When he went up the steps, Zhang Feng followed him. All the people lying on the ground in the small courtyard were dead, their throats sealed with a sword.
They couldn't get past a single move in front of Emiko.
Emiko put away the knife and opened the door skillfully. The house was very spacious with no other furnishings. There was a person kneeling in front of a small table.
He had taken off his shirt and had a white cloth tied around his stomach. There was a short knife on the small table, as well as a bottle of sake and a small wine glass.
Emiko walked in and stood behind him. Everything was so quiet. At this time, Emiko seemed to be Kumamoto Chiji's subordinate.
Xiong Benjiji raised his head and said to Zhang Feng: "Are you a descendant of Zhang Dashan?"
Zhang Feng was a little surprised by such pure Chinese.
"That's right!"
"This moment will always come!" Kumamoto Chiji said.
Emiko stood there motionless, with blood dripping from the long knife in her hand, as if she was waiting to drink fresh blood.
"Who are you?" Zhang Feng asked.
Kumamoto Chiji said: "You are smarter than your father Zhang Dashan. You ask me who I am. In fact, I don't know who I am. Maybe you can call me a traitor!"
Zhang Feng was confused and continued: "I betrayed the Mo family and everyone!"
Sure enough, he is from the Mo family.
"Who are you from the Mo family? What's your name?" Zhang Feng asked.
"Is this important?" Kumamoto Chiji said: "Perhaps you are more concerned about her name? Her name is Mo Zihui. Yes, she is from the Mo family and is the daughter of the current head of the Mo family. You are very lucky, young man. You are a lucky person. Son!"
Mo Zihui in the back still stood there without any expression.
As he spoke, Kumamoto Chiji took a sip of the wine on the table and sprayed it on the dagger. The tip of the dagger was pointed at his stomach, and he stabbed his stomach decisively, then cut it open to the left, and blood and intestines came out. , a pair of eyes stared at Zhang Feng tightly, smiling with a painful expression.
Mo Zihui took a step forward and raised the knife, then the head of Xiong Benji'er rolled off his neck. Zhang Feng was shocked. It was the first time he witnessed such a calm death.
This may be his best destination, let Mo Zihui end his pain, the knife is very fast!
Mo Zihui's stabbing could be regarded as repaying his kindness in raising him. No matter what, Mo Zihui was raised by him.
There were many people coming outside. Zhang Feng stood up and walked out. The yard was full of people again.
"Miss, surrender!" a middle-aged man at the head said coldly.
Zhang Feng noticed that they all had a chrysanthemum embroidered on their chests.
Mo Zihui, who was standing behind Zhang Feng, said: "Are you going to commit seppuku or do you want me to do it?"
It was in Japanese, but Zhang Feng could understand it. Zhang Feng had already learned a lot when he first came to this country.
"Come up..." The middle-aged man ordered without hesitation and rushed up.
Zhang Feng said: "Leave it to me next!"
"Okay!" Mo Zihui took a step back and gave the place to Zhang Feng.