From Ah Nan's first foot on the big door of Mo Xiaohe's house next door to him, Zhang Hu woke up from his sleep.

As the head catcher of the Yamen of Shili Street, Zhang Hu has practiced martial arts for many years, and often catches thieves outside, he doesn't need to open the door to take steps, he doesn't need to peek through the window, and he doesn't have to put his ears on his wall to listen secretly, so he can clearly know who is doing what is talking outside, and even where the wind is blowing outside, he can judge it.

But as long as no one lives are killed, it is not a big deal.

If it's not a big deal, Zhang Hu won't care.

His wife, Mrs. Chen, is a warm-hearted person and has been secretly watching through the window.

From the very beginning, Aunt Chen persuaded Zhang Hu to go out and scare this bullying and afraid of the hard, and help the sister who is a little stupid, and the younger brother is still a young brother and sister, but Zhang Hu's heart is comparable to that of the military master Ying, and he can't move in the quilt.

However, as soon as he heard the voice of the old shrimp, Zhang Hu jumped out without wearing his shoes.

If the shrimp shoots, there will be a life.

The old shrimp family's house, like all the residents of this Shili Street, was cut up with adobe bricks and tiles, and the oil lamps that were not bright enough shone on the original yellow walls and yellow floors, and the whole house was dark.

The old shrimp threw Mo Xiaohe on his earthen kang.

The wind was blowing cold, Mo Xiaohe kept looking at his stomach with both hands, his hands and feet and his small body were a little twitching, his white and tender face was red with blood, and he was illuminated by a dim oil lamp, like a little devil asking for his life.

Lao Shrimp sat on his bed, his hands clasped in front of his chest, and a pair of sword eyes observed Mo Xiaohe like a baby, without comfort or speaking

The people in this area of Shili Street are not well-developed in their limbs, and their minds are very simple, and they speak straightforwardly.

But for some reason, the scene became very subtle and weird...... It's like a storybook where personable, martial arts, and well-versed swordsmen face off in a duel.

Zhang Hu paced, like a master, looking at Mo Xiaohe for a while, and looking at the old shrimp for a while.

The old shrimp also picked up the old smoking gun and smoked, like a mysterious soldier, looking at Mo Xiaohe for a while, and Zhang Hu for a while.

When the onlookers saw that the two most prestigious people had come, they felt that there was not much trouble, so they all dispersed obediently.

Ah Nan didn't dare to make any more trouble...... For fear that the old shrimp would tear him apart, Zhang Hu caught him.

Only Mo Xiaoyan still sat at the table in the bedroom, staring in the direction of the house next door, as if he could see his poor brother being scrutinized through the walls, blinking and shaking his head from time to time.

No one knew what Mo Xiaoyan was doing, of course, some old ladies peeking through the window found out...... Mo Xiaoyan, a big girl with a good skin, turned out to be a fool, a fool who can only laugh and shake her head.

Zhang Hu and Lao Shrimp, who don't know the sky and the earth, also seem to be tired...... After the old shrimp took a sharp puff of cigarette, he finally couldn't hold his breath and spoke, "It seems that you want to join in the fun." ”

The old shrimp half smiled, the sword-like eyebrows on his forehead stood up, and his face was unwavering. But the oily shiny tendons and flesh exposed by the bare upper body, the scars all over the body, the broken eyebrows and scars on the forehead, still reflected a murderous aura in the dim light.

Zhang Hu didn't answer, he sat down, his eyes moved from the old shrimp's face to the low beam, "You have to take care of it, I started to manage it many years ago." ”

"Then are you here to go shopping? I don't have good cigarettes or alcohol to entertain you. "The old shrimp are still neat and tidy.

Zhang Hu seemed to be smiling, "This child has no father, no mother, and no relatives, and my sister is a good-looking fool, so it's pitiful." Let him go. ”

"You're sorry to say pitiful. You know pitiful, you didn't come out earlier?"

Lao Shrimp looked at Zhang Hu sideways with his sword eyebrows and sword eyes, and sneered, "You are better than anyone else, you only have your black gauze hat in your eyes!

"You said it earlier. Zhang Hu was neither happy nor angry, but his eyes full of spirit gradually dimmed, "refers to the early time four years ago." It's still early in the day. ”

"Is it that if you can't see the phoenix on his back, nothing will happen?"

The old shrimp touched the tobacco in his pocket, unhurriedly stuffed it into the cigarette gun and lit it, took a puff, and sneered, "It wasn't too early four years ago, and it's not too late tonight." ”

"That's different. Four years ago, I couldn't manage it, and tonight it seems to be too late. ”

After Zhang Hu finished speaking, the old shrimp stopped taking over.

He smoked a cigarette with one hand, reached behind his back with the other, touched the waistband of his trousers, and then jerked out a dagger.

The dagger seemed to have been used for a long time, the body of the dagger was covered with rust, only the tip of the dagger was still bright, and it was still stained with the pig's blood left over from eating wild boar raw at dinner.

The dagger stabbed towards Mo Xiaohe in the corner.

Mo Xiaohe, who had stood still in the corner, suddenly came to life.

At some point, he grabbed a plank with both hands behind his back and held it against his chest.

The plank was an old plank, black all over, with pieces of moth-eaten hollows exposed.

In an instant, Zhang Hu stepped on the ground, fast, accurate and steady, grabbed Lao Shrimp's wrist, blocked the dagger stabbed by Lao Shrimp, and then smashed his whole body outward.

The old shrimp fell to the ground.

Mo Xiaohe stood up and ran to his house.

The old shrimp rolled on the ground and struggled violently, but although his strength was great, after all, he was not as good as Zhang Hu, who had a martial arts background, and he couldn't stand up after struggling for a long time.

Like a sow pressed to the ground, the more he struggled, the more ruthless he became, and he roared like a pig in his mouth, "You dare to care! Lao Tzu made the black gauze hat on your head not faster!"

"The surname is Zhang! You know who Lao Tzu is! If you don't let go of Lao Tzu's hand, Lao Tzu will let your wife and children all be gone!"

Zhang Hu was also anxious and stepped on the old shrimp's face.

A pair of big feet stepped on the nose of the old shrimp, and the blood spurted out of it, and the pungent smell of blood and the smell of Zhang Hu's feet were mixed together, and it went straight into the nose of the old shrimp.

The old shrimp coughed violently.

It wasn't until Lao Shrimp was motionless that Zhang Hu let go and scolded coldly, "I have a wife and children, so you don't have it?!"

Zhang Hu squatted down and approached the old shrimp rolling on the ground, did not grit his teeth to demonstrate his majesty, nor did he pretend to scare people, just like looking at a child who dared to show off his might with a bamboo sword, and his voice was faint, "Have you retired from the rivers and lakes, is it necessary?"

"It's been four years, and you've gone back to the countryside, and you have a son, can't you live your life well?

"Old shrimp, or the black man of Ximen County?"

Zhang Hu raised his head and looked out the window, and continued, "Your brother Boss Fu doesn't care anymore. Why should you be serious?"

He stepped on the big foot board on the old shrimp's face and pressed it hard again, poked it again, and saw that only a big mouth of air was left, so he took it back.

Zhang Hu did not swagger out with a sense of accomplishment as if he had cleaned up a big thief, and still less did he walk out with great satisfaction and majesty like those hooligans who had won the battle.

Zhang Hu just patted the dust under his body lightly, walked out in a very relaxed posture, and then sat at the door of his house, looking at the intersection of Shili Street and watching the gentle breeze.

It's not over yet.

When the black man of Ximen County shoots, there must be a backhand.

If you don't get a dagger for four years, the dagger won't get old.