CHAPTER XLVII

The Past of the Twin Blades (6)

The next day, after dinner in the afternoon, Chen Weikang secretly came to see Xin'er.

The proprietress shop's shop was open, and there were tables and stools in a mess at the door, and the door was wide open.

Chen Weikang secretly said in his heart that something was wrong, and he hurriedly rushed into the house.

There was nothing, it was a mess inside, and his first thought was "something happened to Xin'er".

Just then, the hostess returned.

The proprietress looked flustered, she had heavy dark circles under her eyes, and she couldn't walk steadily and staggered.

Chen Weikang stepped forward and helped the proprietress up.

"Where's Xin'er?"

"I ...... Alas, child, I'm sorry for you, Xin'er was ...... Captured by a group of people. ”

"What ???"

"Listen to me, Xin'er has been very sad to see you leave last night, so she ran out at night, and then just ran out of the door not far from a group of people, they seemed to know Xin'er, and then the group of people arrested Xin'er. When I arrived, they pushed me away, and then asked me to tell you that if you want to save the child, you will come to the night market at 8 o'clock tonight to find him. ”

"Okay, I got ......"

"Child, I ......"

The proprietress looked guilty.

"I don't blame you, I didn't think it through, thank you, I'll solve this matter myself.

Sorry for the trouble. ”

Chen Weikang bowed deeply to the proprietress and then walked away without looking back.

Chen Weikang was very calm at this time, he knew that what should come will always come. He returned to his lodgings and pulled out a wooden box under his bed. Blowing away the dust, he finally opened the wooden box.

Inside the chest was a book - "The Bloody Shadow Twin Blades".

It was the only thing the old man handed him with his own hands before he died.

He himself has been practicing for more than half a year, and has practiced to the thirty-sixth knife, the total number of this secret book is one hundred and eight knives, the highest realm of one hundred and eight knives is called the unity of human knife, all parts of the body are full of cold-blooded knife energy can be used to attack, the knife is me, I am the knife.

Inside the box was another thing wrapped in yellowed cloth.

He gently pulled back the strip of cloth to reveal a corner, and a cold light shone on his eyes.

He shook his hands, and two sharp watermelon knives were held in his hands.

"Unexpectedly, this day still came, and since then, there has been no more of the original me..."

He tied the knives to his hands with strips of cloth, closed the box and went out.

Night, night market.

People come and go and walk back and forth in the night market, and it is noisy. Chen Weikang came to the barbecue stall last time, where a group of people who were blinded by him last time were sitting.

What is different this time is that there is a large group of people sitting there watching 13-year-old Chen Weikang slowly walk over with a playful face.

He didn't say anything all the way until he stopped at the table in front of the man he had been blind to the last time.

"I'm here, Xin'er?"

Chen Weikang stared at the man in front of him with calm eyes.

The man put down the chicken leg in his hand, and then looked at the boy in front of him with his remaining left eye.

"Bah, you're really here, you kid really has to settle this matter. ”

The man slowly stood up, then lifted the stool and came behind Chen Weikang.

Then he put it to his ear and playfully said something that he regretted the most in his life.

"You're late, that little girl has been sent to the ship by me, and now I don't know where to sell it, I'm afraid you won't see it again in your life. Hey hey ......"

Chen Weikang's pupils suddenly dilated, and then he turned around and grabbed the man's neck with his left hand.

"Fucking again, where's Xin'er?"

This sudden change, a group of people next to him immediately picked up the guy and surrounded him.

"Damn, you kid let go of Brother Jun, or Lao Tzu will kill you. ”

"Let go of Brother Jun......"

"Let go of Brother Jun......"

A group of people immediately started to coax, and it seemed that they were about to rush up to engage Chen Weikang's people.

"If you see it, let go of Lao Tzu, or you will look good later. ”

The man was choked by Chen Weikang's neck and looked arrogant, in his opinion, there were twenty or thirty people around him, and this kid would play him to death sooner or later.

"Damn, you beasts, how old is Xin'er, you dare to sell human beings, do you know that Xin'er has lost a family, and you still let her a ten-year-old child bear such a heavy blow, you ...... You pigs and dogs are not as good as beasts, what is the use of leaving you, today...... Today I will clear you bastards......"

After speaking, Chen Weikang took out a watermelon knife from his back with his right hand and was about to cut it down. Twenty or thirty people behind him were suddenly frightened, Brother Jun was the only son of the fourth master of the Hongxing Gang, if he was finished, they would all die.

A group of people rushed up desperately, Chen Weikang had no choice but to give up Brother Jun, and he cut off the right hand of the nearest person with a backhand. threw Brother Jun to the ground, and then pulled out another watermelon knife in his left hand.

turned around and waved the machete continuously, and suddenly screamed. However, taking advantage of this opportunity, Brother Jun also escaped.

"Damn, hack that kid to death for me, call someone, I have to kill him today. ”

Chen Weikang also turned his head to look at Brother Jun when he heard this voice, and Brother Jun suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, but after thinking about it, there are so many people around Lao Tzu, why am I afraid of a 13-year-old child. Chen Weikang slashed all the way and slowly approached Brother Jun.

After another three minutes, there were only seven or eight people left standing next to Brother Jun.

Brother Jun panicked, and Chen Weikang also came to Brother Jun step by step, and Brother Jun picked up a table and blocked the machete in front of him. Chen Weikang slashed down again with a backhand, the table was cut in half, and then kicked Brother Jun to the ground. Brother Jun sat on the ground and stepped back step by step, he was really scared.

"Brother, I was wrong, let me go......"

"Hmph, let you go? Have you ever let Xin'er go, how old is she, you bastard. ”

After saying that, another angry knife slashed at his shoulder.

"Ahh Ah......h

"I know the pain, that's right, Lao Tzu slowly hacked you to death today. ”

At this time, more than a dozen vans suddenly stopped at the intersection, and hundreds of people came down......