Lord Wang stood on the pillar, and Old Man Zhang stood under the pillar, one on top and one on the bottom, one looking up and one looking down. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Old man Zhang smacked his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "I hate to look up and talk to others." Float forward, come to the pillar, and lightly imprint a palm.

Sure enough, it was very light, and this palm looked soft and soft, as if it was just a touch, and it was still that pillar without the slightest damage.

But Lord Wang frowned, felt a crisis in his heart, and hurriedly jumped down. As soon as the front foot hit the ground, I heard a crisp sound, and the pillar broke at the waist, and the long and thick pillar fell and smashed to the ground, and the concussive smoke and dust were everywhere. But the section where the palm was slapped had long since turned into a pile of sawdust and scattered aside.

People who can use palm power to such an extreme, Lord Wang has seen it, but he has not seen it much, because they are all old monsters who are famous in the rivers and lakes and have unfathomable internal strength. There is no shortage of good players in the entire rivers and lakes, and there are only a few of them who can be counted with their hands.

Lord Wang was sure that the person who had attained such attainments in the palm technique must be the one who was among the top ranks, and he was sure that this person must not be an unknown person.

But he didn't want to ask who the old man in front of him was, what he wanted to know was what he had come here for.

Old man Zhang looked at him and said, "Do you remember Ouyang Heng?"

Lord Wang's face tightened: "Ouyang Heng?"

Old man Zhang said: "It seems that you still remember, I believe you will not forget." He looked into the distance as if reminiscing: "Thirteen years ago, two letters suddenly appeared in the hands of two people, one was Ouyang Heng and the other was Lu Yinghou. The two letters borrowed the tone of the two people, and respectively issued a war letter to each other, and made an appointment to fight on the river, which was later the battle on the riverside. But no one went on the day of the appointment, do you know why?"

Old man Zhang retracted his thoughts, and when he saw that Lord Wang was silent, he stared into his eyes and continued: "Because one of them has long since died, and he was designed to die. And you know the person who designed it. ”

Now Lord Wang has changed his mind. He suddenly panicked, he now wanted to know who this person was and how he knew about it.

He asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Old man Zhang didn't answer this question, his eyes were already on the body of the fourth child and the others and said: "Those few people are the "six ghosts", no wonder the rivers and lakes have not heard any whereabouts of the "six ghosts" now, it turned out that he buried his name, and he has been following Lord Wang and becoming Lord Wang's subordinates. ”

The third child has been in a coma for a long time, and the fourth and three people are anxious, when they suddenly heard the words of the old man Zhang, they were also shocked and shocked in their hearts, and the fourth child asked: "The name of the six ghosts has not been mentioned for more than ten years, and there are very few people who can know who we are now, where did you hear about it?"

Old man Zhang said: "I, I haven't heard it from anywhere, because your name has always been in my head, lingering, and even your appearance dare not be forgotten, deeply rooted in my mind." ”

The fourth child couldn't understand what he was saying, let alone what he meant, but a little clue could be heard from his words, that is, his tone was definitely unusual, as if he always felt resentful, and said at the moment: "Huh?"

Old man Zhang said again: "Six ghosts, six ghosts, originally there were six people, but now there are only four of you left, what about the two people?"

The fourth, fifth, and sixth looked dark, revealing a sad look, and probably guessed what happened to the two from their expressions.

"Big brother, second brother is dead. ”

Old man Zhang said: "Did you kill someone, and left a vermilion palm print on each of your hearts." ”

The fourth child was shocked: "How do you know, do you know who killed them?"

Old man Zhang turned his head to look at Lord Wang: "Does your son have the same mark in his heart?"

"Don't you feel familiar with this kind of palm technique that leaves a clear mark?"

After being reminded, the fourth child suddenly thought of a person, looked at the fifth and sixth children, and the two of them also turned their heads to look at each other, obviously everyone thought of that person, it was the "crazy demon" Ouyang Heng.

Old man Zhang said: "You should have thought of that person, because there is only one kind of "blood handprint" in this world, and the "blood handprint" is Ouyang Heng's stunt. It's just that you don't want to believe it, and you can't believe it, Ouyang Heng has died a long time ago, and he is still dying under your noses. ”

The fourth child didn't realize that his voice was already trembling: "You, how do you know?"

Old man Zhang smiled: "I know it's not strange, the two of the six ghosts were killed by me." And. ”

"And what?"

Lord Wang gritted his teeth: "You killed my son too?"

Old man Zhang said: "Indeed. ”

Lord Wang was suppressing himself, suppressing the urge to kill in his heart, and said a sentence, "Why?"

Old man Zhang said calmly: "Because you deserve to die, because you all deserve to die." ”

The fourth child knew about the murderer of his brother, and he was lucky enough to do it for a while, but suddenly thought of something, his anger disappeared, his clenched fist was also put down, and the person calmed down, and said, "You are Ouyang Heng?"

Old man Zhang said in a low tone: "I'm not Ouyang Heng, Ouyang Heng is really dead, I'm his friend, the best and best friend." I have come to collect debts, to ask for blood. ”

Lord Wang was gloomy: "Okay, you come to ask for blood debts, and I will also ask for blood debts, so leave your life today." He hurried up and threw a punch.

The fifth, the sixth can't hold back, they have been looking for the murderer, every time they think of their brother being killed, how can a grief be expressed, and finally now they know who the murderer is, and it is right in front of their eyes, they can't wait to pick his skin, pull his tendons, to relieve the hatred in their hearts, but both of them are held down by the fourth child, and they can't come forward.

The two didn't understand, so they hurriedly said, "What are you doing?"

The fourth shook his head: "I can't go." ”

"Then you won't take revenge?"

The fourth child looked at Old Man Zhang and sighed deeply: "If you kill someone, you have to pay for your life, this is the truth of this world, what reason is there to do it again?"

The fifth and sixth brothers of the "fourth brother" shook hands tightly and were unwilling to put it down.

The fourth child scolded: "Listen to me." ”

"Hey," the two of them grimaced, and looked away.

Liu Qingyun stood under the eaves, the sky was dark, the rain had condensed, the rain was not far away, he went back to the house and took an oil-paper umbrella, locked the door, opened the umbrella, and walked forward step by step, muttering softly: "It's time, it's time." ”

He didn't say, but prayed in his heart: I hope to see my old friend for the last time.

Once upon a time, he also held an oil-paper umbrella like this, and he was also walking at that time, but he was never lonely, and there were old people around him at that time.

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