Dark night, high wind.

Sensen's black dart flag, blowing in the cold wind.

In front of the Vermilion Gate in the town of Timbermake, eight coffins are neatly arranged, the coffins are brand new, the coffins are uncovered, and the figures are lined up.

This is their new dart, six good nanmu coffins, they have almost never held such a scary dart, but they can't stop the dart.

Because the person who does not support others is Song Wentao, deputy director of the Town Dart Bureau.

At this moment, he stood in front of the coffin looking sad and pained, his face was pale, and his lips were pale from a long illness.

Lying in the coffin was none other than Song Wentao, the head of the dart, the brother of Song Wutao, the right fist.

Song Wentao stood there for a long time, looking at the person in the coffin for a long time, and did not speak for a long time.

No one is sadder than him, because he has not only lost his dear brother, but also silently gone to his best mate. Together, they formed the bodyguards in the town, and they went north together, extending in all directions, and they have become a whole, and they are called "double fists" by the Jianghu people.

Today, the fist has been punched, why is Zuo Song Wentao's left hand not sad?

At this moment, his eyes went black.

His world is also dark.

The clenched fists of his fists have been open all day, and only a clenched fist can calm himself down, there is one more important thing to do, and to do that, you have to make yourself better than anyone else.

Six coffins, lying among six people, in addition to Song Wutao, there are five bodyguards. Of these five people, there is actually only one who did not die, but there is no difference between death and immortality.

All the bodyguards in the town were beside the bodyguards of the deceased, looking at the poor man.

His limbs were as good as he could, and there was a large hole in his chest, and his flesh was blurred, and even though he had run out of blood and was not dead, he had no breath. His eyes were still open, a pair of painful eyes.

From the eyes of the bodyguards, one can see endless fear and despair, not only the fear of death, but also the constant despair of fear. It would have been a blessing for him if the bodyguard had died immediately when he was punctured in the chest, but he did not die, but he still had to suffer so much.

His eyes were already bleeding, and he still stubbornly used up his own. Unwilling and afraid, he understood that once he closed his eyes, he might never be able to open them again.

He trembled as if he were talking, but he couldn't make a sound because he was in so much pain that he couldn't do it anymore.

Although he couldn't make a sound, everyone seemed to understand what he was talking about.

"Ivy... Killed..."

This is what the bodyguard had been whispering when they found out.

No one can understand, no one can understand what these four simple words mean.

How does Ivy kill it?

Song Wentao didn't believe it, everyone didn't believe it, even the dead corpse wouldn't believe this bodyguard.

Five days ago, they received darts.

There are two boxes of silver that need to be escorted, but the amount is four thousand, but give them a little time to dart.

Ten days, only ten days.

Within ten days, from Mianzhu to Nanshan country, it is necessary to choose the route with the shortest walking time, but this is a very dangerous road. Therefore, the main leader, Song Wutao, will personally escort him.

Song Wentao said to Song Wentao before leaving: "There is no problem with this dart, we must keep this disease, and when I come back, we will have a drink together."

As a result, the dart did not lose, he died, and the wine could not be drunk together.

But just a dart trip, but rushing towards the dart to bring disaster, this is something that no one could have imagined.

Song Wutao and four of his bodyguards were found dead. Their injuries were the same as those of bodybuilders who were still dizzy, with all their limbs broken and their chests the same size. It can be seen that they are all pierced in the chest.

There are thousands of ways to kill people in the world. This cruel method is outrageous.

What happened to them, and what weapon was the chest injury caused by it?

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, it's not hard to imagine how terrible and cruel the pain they suffered before they died.

Song Wentao held the coffin, stared at Song Wutao's distorted face, and said bitterly: "Brother, this time I will personally escort you, I will find your murderer to kill, and I will avenge you!"

His voice trembled, his fists trembled, pain, more anger.

At this moment, his eyes were red.

His world is red and bloodthirsty.

This time, he chose the dart route that Song Wutao had taken before.

After several months of winter snowfall, the snow melted, and the earth was instantly rejuvenated, and although it was spring, it was still covered in frost and cold.

The wind is cold and the air is cold.

The sunset at sunset, which coincided with the best time for the hotel to operate, and there were almost no empty tables downstairs.

The two of them were busy and sweaty, but they still laughed reluctantly, and finally got a moment of leisure, ran to the inconspicuous corner of the second floor, and secretly picked up the lazy one.

The hall undulated, looking around, all the bull head pressure. There are more than 30 tables upstairs and downstairs, which are full of guests.

This remote town, which usually has few outside access and inns that are usually lonely, but occasionally a few merchants settle here, and it is never as lively as it once was.

It's a very strange thing, the shop wiped sweat and sighed.

What made him even more strange was that, with the exception of a small handful of donkeys and donkeys, the guests were armed, armed with swords, carrying bows on their backs, and carrying guns.

These people are the legendary rivers and lakes. They ate and drank on their own, and spoke articulately, as if at a martial arts meeting.

The second store has never seen a martial arts gathering, and this scene is the first time I have seen it.

In his understanding, the rivers and lakes always only know the wicked who murder. So when he accidentally hit the ground, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was: dead.

The knife boss looked at the second-grade store coldly and didn't say anything.

Even if the person didn't say anything at all, just a glance knew that she was already startled, and quickly picked up the knife and put it back. Then he closed his eyes and immediately began to apologize in despair.

How could he not be afraid?

Anyone here wants his life, it's easier than pinching ants.

Only his words did not exit, and the owner of the knife had already shook coldly: "Get out."

One word, the second child in the store, but if amnesty, turn around and run. Unexpectedly, after only two steps, he was taken from behind again.

An unusually sturdy body, a man with a scar on his face, one hand will easily store the second child.

The second child had never seen a person's strength so great, but a person weighing a hundred kilograms was easy to lift, and he was always afraid to shout out.

He thought he had a good voice, but it didn't occur to him that this person had a louder voice than him. The scarred man let go of his throat and shouted in his ear, "The Lord go and fetch two bottles of wine."

The man's voice was particularly loud, and when his ears rang, it was like a bell ringing.

The young man felt both ears buzz with the voice. He had to cover his ears with his hands, although he covered his ears and couldn't stop the man's loud voice.

The young man's face turned pale with fright, he wanted to shout, but now he didn't even shout. I could only kick two legs, instinctively trying to get rid of the man's big hands.

However, in the hands of this man, he becomes a chick-like struggle.

The scarred man not only did not let go, but also waved a big hand and struggled with the second-hand hypermarket thrown out of the first and second floors.

Xiao Erdian shouted.

When it was thrown out, he felt dead, but he wasn't dead. When he fell to the ground, he found that he was carrying something.

is a clue with a silver hook line.

One of the crooks was in the hands of a scarred man, and the silver hook was hooked to the collar of the second store.

The little innocent looked at the scar of the man on the second floor, he knew that he was hooked by the hook on the second floor, so he was not killed. Even if he didn't die, he didn't feel bad, because being caught in the silver hook felt like it was swinging around his neck. If he can't put it down quickly, he may cut off his neck by the collar.

The second stop of this shop is almost untenable, as if he had experienced a serious life-and-death accident. He gasped and looked at the man on the second floor by the collar, as if looking at one of his own goblins.

The fierce-looking man looked at him with a smile and shouted, "God has gone to drink."

The small iron collar hanging from the collar was suddenly loosened, and the iron ring scarf was also closed.

The two of them could only quickly lift the two wine jars upstairs, although his heart almost came out of his chest, and he didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. He knew that if he didn't run fast, maybe Iron would jump from his chest.

The scarred man stood there, looking at the two jars and giving away two small shops, laughing. The crimson scar on his face gradually turned blood red, perhaps because of the alcohol, maybe because of his good mood.

Blood scars, cold iron, laughter, terrible people.

In such a cold and cold weather, the bald skin didn't seem to feel the cold at all, and stood there bare-chested and barefoot, with a full face and a happy look.

This bald man, who looks like a monk, is not a monk. His bald head was the same as that of a monk, but he did not have the self-protection of a monk. The indulgent and uninhibited smile, although it is not the most ferocious face, but the body is as burly and magnificent as a scarred man, especially the tight muscles of the upper body, which looks as if people shudder.

This bald man can feel a pressure that comes not from his evil, but from his evil.

This is an evil person.

The scarred man narrowed his eyes, looked at the bald man and said coldly, "Take the wine."

This sentence naturally does not talk about the second store, so the second store ran away without hesitation, he was afraid, afraid that his legs would be weak, but he also knew that he had to go fast, and he walked two mountains and the same person away.

The bald man held a jar in each of his arms, and saw a defiant laugh from the scarred man. Then, he cut off an altar in front of a scarred man, and the "Gururu" poured out the wine. After a while, a pot of wine was drunk in one go.

After drinking, the bald head was thrown on the ground empty, and the empty bottle was smashed.

The tiny nerves seemed to be smashed into bottles by the jar, and he hid far away, his body trembling like chaff shaking.

He knew very well that the situation was too bad.

However, Bald doesn't think so, he's still laughing, he's happy with his smile, he's smiling happily.

The fragments of the jar were at his feet, danger in front of him, but he didn't look dangerous, and he laughed happily from the beginning.

He had an altar in his arms.

The scarred man ironed with his hands clenched, his dangerous gaze firmly fixed on the bald. As soon as the bald man dared to open the lid of the second jar, he would tighten the bald man's neck with wire and throw the bald man out of his silver beard.

Very few people here pay attention to them because most of them are people who come here, and people who come here are people who are naturally capable.

However, the killing intent of a knife kills people, and there are still so many people who can't work.

A few people looked up at them.

The bald man smiled calmly at this time, patted the wine altar, and laughed very happily: "If you don't mind, I'll have this altar."

As he spoke, the bald hand filled a jug of wine, and the jug on his arm flew to the second floor.

As soon as the knife was grabbed, he looked at the wine jar, looked at the bald head, and suddenly laughed in a cool voice, didn't say anything, and directly covered all the breath.

What is the best in the world?

Maybe it should be laughing.

Because since ancient times there has been a saying: smile the enemy.

Laughing, also fooling around.

In the midst of the dangers of the rivers and lakes, more than one friend of wine is certainly a hundred times better than the enemy.

The Scar Man obviously understood this truth, and the bald head was also clearly aware of this truth, and the two of them smiled at each other, but in fact the same thing did not happen, but sat at the same table.

They ordered a lot of food, they also ordered a lot of wine, pushed their glasses into the lights, and talked a lot.

Perhaps, between enemies and friends, there is only laughter.

The second store looked at the two people in the distance, and the mood was very complicated. Perhaps he was too exhausted to understand the strange temper of these rivers and lakes, so he could only hide in the corner and sigh silently.

What is an arena and what are rivers and lakes?

He was born outside the arena, he didn't know the arena, he just felt that the arena was a weird and dangerous place, and the rivers and lakes were strange and dangerous people.

At this time, there are many people in this inn who are such strange and dangerous people. Everyone seems to need his life, but no one will desire his own life because he is only one end of the tea, and no one wants to see an ant as an insignificant person.

Although scared, for the second store, it is also a lifetime experience.

Like his ordinary people, how many times has he experienced this in his life?

Being in the relationship with the shopkeeper has been greeted on the counter: "What kind of position are you stupid to do, not to serve the guests!"

Although the guests who come and go here are strange and dangerous, they always have good things to say. Because for a bar, there is always a better guest than no one.

The small shop can only feel its own heart, there is no real pragmatism in these two days, no matter what you do, you have to be careful, regardless of physical or nervous tension. He only felt like he was about to run off his legs, but he had to run again.

Business is good, suffering is a small runner-up, happiness will always be only the innkeeper, I saw him leaning against the counter, the abacus hit hard, and seemed to put a lot of money into the silver.

Looking at the shopkeeper, the mercenary is the face of the map, and the second shop couldn't help but curse twice in his heart.

However, this complaint must also be hidden by him. He had never seen the world. Therefore, the division of the height of the human body is particularly simple. He believes that there are only two kinds of people in the world.

One is to sit down to eat, just like those customers who pay for it, and the cashier shopkeeper, such people are higher.

The other is to serve the first person to eat, such people can't dig out money, they can't pay money, so they can only wait for others to eat, it's him, it's low.