In addition to this watchman, there is also a frustrated person walking in this alley, his name is Qi Bing. was just "driven" out of the flanker by Lu Fusheng.

His longing for the city of Bo'an was now hidden in a simple despair, and it had become a naïve dream. He felt strongly that this emotion of his was not so much the arrogant dissatisfaction of the loser as a simple futility.

Qi Bing did not show a lonely appearance, but in the eyes of some people, it became unimaginable sorrow.

If you blindly indulge in this kind of thought, even Qi Bing himself may fall into an ethereal sentimentality, thinking that survival itself is a kind of futility. However, tonight's cold air soaked the blood stains on the face of the cultivator in front of him even more vividly.

Qi Bing's love for this city and his vision for the prosperity of Anyang are more valued than anyone else, and he is also a person who works hard for it. But he did something he shouldn't have done when he shouldn't have been. If he was given another chance, he would definitely not challenge Lu Fusheng's bottom line so easily.

It's not that he's afraid of losing face, but he knows that Lu Fusheng is not a bad person, he just needs to find the right chicken at the right time. Unfortunately, he was the chicken with his neck exposed, sent in front of Lu Fusheng, waiting to be killed to show the monkey.

But there is no chance for the past to happen again, what happens is what has happened, even if there is more reluctance, regret, remorse and other emotions fill the heart, but the long river of time will not leave a moment of stay in the process of flowing.

The watchman glanced at the staggered Qi soldiers, who were like lost dogs at this time, covered in wounds, especially on the neck, a circle of bright red strangulation marks were vivid, attracting people's attention.

People who can do the watch must be bold, otherwise a random movement in the middle of the night must not be mistaken for a ghost-haunted and frightened.

So when the watchman saw Qi Bing, there was nothing unusual, people like Qi Bing, I have seen a lot of watchmen in my life, those who eat overlord meals, go to the casino and have no money to pay off the bills, and there are many military masters who go to the Qinglou and don't give money. There are not a few who have been beaten, in Bo'an City, they only recognize the law, and the military master violates the law, even if there is no high intention, it is normal to be beaten.

But often these deflated military masters, what they like the most is to find ordinary people to be angry, in line with the attitude of nothing to do and do not want to cause trouble, although the face of the watchman is not different, but he also sped up his pace, and when he rubbed shoulders with the soldiers, he hurried by.

Qi Bing hurriedly walked over with his head down, he didn't want others to see him, and he looked embarrassed at this time. Qi Bing, who was already uncomfortable in his heart, was even more sad when he noticed the accelerated pace of the watchman. Thinking fragilely, he was a street rat, not only did his fellow flankers ignore it, but even an ordinary person avoided it.

The more sad people are, the more easily they are affected by the small things in the outside world, and the eyes of the heart do not become smaller in a day, but with the change of externalities, and a little by little in a life of loss and failure.

Now Qi Bing's mind is blank, I don't know where to go next, although there is a body of cultivation, but I was driven out of the flank under the power of King Wei, I believe that no military department in Anyang dares to collect Qi soldiers.

Qi Bing couldn't go home to face his parents, and his parents spent most of their life savings in order for Qi Bing to enter the most promising flank yamen, up and down.

I could only walk aimlessly in Bo'an City, and then the moonlight looked particularly bleak. Even if the West City was on fire in the distance, the Qi soldiers would turn a blind eye.

Even if Qi Bing wants to avoid everyone's attention, he often acts recklessly.

Qi Bing, who lowered his head, saw a tall and thin black-robed figure appear in front of him in the special light of tonight. And tightly block all the routes they are traveling.

The booth of the two is very ingenious, the so-called tight fit, that is, no matter how Qi Bing moves next, he will be blocked by the next step of the black-robed man, as if it has been carefully calculated, whether it is a thousand or ten thousand ways to move, if Qi Bing can think of it, it will definitely be blocked.

According to the character of Qi Bing in the past, he fought so much, Qi Bing has never been wronged, and tonight since he was wronged under Lu Fusheng, after the first grievance. I feel that I have met the plague god, which leads to the unfavorable passage of the year, and all the things that do not go well are all rushed together. Not just a watchman, but even a black-robed man came looking for trouble.

Qi Bing thought in his heart: Everyone wants to bully me, Lao Tzu is also an intermediary cultivator, Lu Fusheng can't beat me, these ordinary people who don't have any cultivation still want to bully me. provoked Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu went on a killing spree, but it really didn't work, so he didn't stay in Bo'an City, and the whole Anyang could always find a place to call home and reproduce the prosperity of Anyang.

Frustrated people are looking for an answer, and they are struggling to no avail. It is easy to have deviant thoughts, and often these thoughts are the triggers that will lead to bloodshed. Embark on the path of crime, or take revenge on society.

Although Qi Bing wants to kill people to vent his anger at the moment, for many years, the only belief that wants to reproduce the real prosperity of Anyang has not collapsed. At least this man hasn't really lost his heart yet.

Slowly raising his head, Qi Bing wanted to see who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and dared to provoke himself on such a night. But when you look up, you can see a face that you will never forget for the rest of your life.

The face hidden inside the black robe couldn't even be called a human face.

The whole mouth runs through the distance between the ears, and the needle and thread are sewn little by little, so that the chin does not completely detach. The nose was long, very high, long enough to stretch from the forehead to the median of the person, so high that the unusually high roots of the mountain seemed to fall to the ground. The eyes were very small, the size of a mung bean, and there was only one, and the other was sewn into it with a button of the Heavenly Kingdom.

Qi Bing is seven feet tall, but he still has to raise his neck to see this black-robed man clearly, which is estimated to be more than nine feet. He is extremely thin, and can be blown down by the wind. It is narrower than the flagpoles erected on both sides of Xuanwu Avenue.

It was such a black-robed man, holding a bloodstained black awl in his hand, hanging down from his legs. No matter how you look at it, there is a terrifying aura, and the Qi soldiers who are so close can't even hear the breathing of the black-robed person.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. ”

The black-robed man was smiling, not knowing what excited him to see it, and he felt very happy. But his mouth was sewn shut, and he could only close his mouth and sneer, probably feeling uncomfortable, the black-robed man pursed his mouth hard, and the silk threads broke on his mouth.

The black-robed man tilted his head and smiled comfortably, but this sound made Qi Bing feel very frightened. Immediately retreat to the rear, keeping a safe enough distance from the black-robed man.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk?"

The black-robed man didn't know who he was talking to, but Qi Bing could confirm that the black-robed man must be communicating with another person. And is waiting for an answer. If the other person expresses an affirmative meaning, there must be a real battle of life and death tonight.

Because the struggle with Lu Fusheng is just an internal problem of the flanker, no matter how fierce Lu Fusheng is, as long as he can admit it, there is room to live, but if the man in black in front of him really fights, it will definitely be a fatal situation.

After a few breaths, the black-robed man smiled very happily, his whole body moved excitedly, and the corners of his mouth were already grinning to his ears.

In fact, the black-robed man was just continuing the same work as last night, and he was disappointed with the level of the prey he collected tonight, and when he was about to go to the East City to collect the next batch of prey, he happened to meet such a middle-level cultivator who was full of fresh flesh and blood, and the black-robed man was naturally very happy.

Seeing the appearance of the black-robed man, Qi Bing sighed, knowing that this must be the worst plan he had just expected. Don't talk nonsense, pull out the knife at your waist and get ready for a fighting stance.

Although Qi Bing was relieved of his official position, this flying fish suit and embroidered spring knife were not taken away tonight, because Qi Bing resigned from his post in the flanker, not dismissed, and his resignation was due to a series of cumbersome regulations before he could officially leave office. So the knife is still there.

Although he couldn't sense any aura on the black-robed man, the black-robed man gave him a sense of danger. Qi Bing had already experienced this feeling once tonight, and he would never be wrong the second time.

"Let's go. Go as far as you can, and don't look back. ”

While shouting these words, Qi Bing took the lead in attacking.

And this sentence is addressed to the watchmen present, who are the people of Bo'an City, and the soldiers must unconditionally protect the common people in any situation, at any time, and at any address.

This is discipline imprinted in the bones as a soldier. Even if it is at the cost of life, just to be able to buy one more breath of escape time for the people.

In battle, the focus is on winning the opportunity and taking the initiative. As soon as Qi Bing stepped out and went around the back of the man in black, he slashed straight with all his strength, and the knife body was covered with a thick cyan aura.

This aura belongs to the wind attribute, and the biggest feature of the wind attribute spirit is that it can turn the aura into a gale that tears everything, making the spirit weapon sharper and indestructible.

The biggest advantage of the small man against the big man is dexterity and speed. With a height of more than nine feet, no matter how thin and weak he is, he will be slow to act in Qi Bing's imagination and will not be able to deal with it, not to mention that Qi Bing is still standardized, and the cultivators of the Dao Realm who have developed wind attributes will naturally cultivate the speed and sharpness of wind attributes to the extreme.

As long as he is not caught by the black-robed man, Qi Bing thinks that there is a high probability that he can protect himself, and he can't beat it, but he can't run away.

A knife was about to slash, just between the lightning and flint, the black-robed man turned his head at one hundred and eighty degrees without moving, directly facing the Qi soldiers who were preparing to sneak attack from behind. Qi Bing had never seen this kind of combat method that violated the body structure, and he was stunned, and his movements were obviously a little slower.

That is, the situation changed in an instant, and the black-robed man opened his mouth, and a black energy burst out, hitting Qi Bing's chest.

At first, when the guards shouted at the soldiers, they didn't react. It's just that he walked a few more steps faster, and he still has time to look back and see what happened at the end, because the watchman didn't notice it, and followed the black-robed man behind him all the way.

But when the man in black made such a strange move, he never believed in the bull ghost snake god to beat the watchman, threw down the gong mallet, threw away the lantern, and ran away, using a speed that he had never reached in his life, and shouted tremblingly as he ran: "Ghost, hell." Help me. ”