After taking a taxi, I went straight to my next destination, Shin Shin Billiards Hall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In my memory, it seems that many billiard halls are called Xinxin, when I was in middle school. My physics teacher used to run a bookstore called Shin Shin.

When I arrived at the billiard hall, it was filled with energetic DJ music, boys and girls. Kill Matt, the country non-mainstream, the muscular man, the green tea, almost any kind of person can be seen here.

Those who come to play ball, those who come to pick up girls, all kinds of people.

Listening to the news told me by the man with gold wire glasses, he said that the master with six fingers in both hands often goes in and out of this billiard hall, and all I have to do is find him here.

I don't think it's a difficult thing to do, because this guy has six fingers on both hands, in a normal crowd. Definitely a striking presence.

Sit on a bench at the door of the billiard hall. I took two sips of a bottle of Nongfu Spring.

"Well, it's kind of sweet." I muttered, and then threw away the mineral water because I was in the crowd. Temporarily locked on to a target, he got up and walked towards him at this moment.

It was a man of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and judging by his green stubble, he must have been older than me, perhaps more than twenty-seven or eighteen.

I walked up behind him and squinted at him as he played, he was dressed in casual clothes, very casual, and the muscles on his arms weren't too strong, but I noticed a key point.

This person is very stable!

How stable is it?

His eyes could stare at the club for dozens of seconds without moving, and the spectators next to him were anxious, but he was not in a hurry. And if he doesn't make a shot, he will hit the ball directly into it as soon as he shoots, which can be described as nine out of ten shots!

At this level, you can definitely participate in the International Snooker Competition.

His fingers are exactly six fingers!

I stood behind him and sneered, thinking: this is it!

Just as I walked towards him, and was about to make a move, he was lying on the edge of the pool table, quietly aiming at a red ball.

"Friend, since you're here, don't you play two shots?" He didn't look back at me, but when he said it, it was definitely said to me.

Then, with a bang, he hit a shot in his hand and the ball went in.

He turned around and smiled at me, and then said to the little brother next to him, "Take the rod."

I was about to do it, I was stunned for a moment, and after a while, I smiled with relief: Yes, since I have nothing to do, I will accompany you to play two shots. The pond is carried by two acres.

Perhaps, he already knew who I was, and knew that I wanted to kill him.

Between masters, there is no need to be like street gangsters, meeting is all kinds of slashing, masters are tricks, and what is important is a realm.

But, undeniably, my billiards skills are simply poor.

The six-fingered man asked the younger brothers to re-swing the ball to start the game, from the first ball he opened, I didn't even touch the billiard table, he could score one in one shot, which can be described as accurate.

In the end, he only had a black 8 left in one go.

I have a feeling that I want to scold my mother, isn't this clearly disgusting to me and embarrassing to me?

For more than ten minutes, I didn't even touch the billiard table, and when I could touch it, there was only a black 8 left, and the most important thing is that this black 8, he could have scored it, with the ball skills he played in front of him, he must have been able to score it, but he didn't score it, but left this black 8 to me.

"Please!" He stood to the side, put the club on his chest, and waved his hand very gentlemanly, and I took the opportunity to look at his right hand again, yes, six fingers.

The probability of this kind of overlap, under such eye-catching conditions, the probability of recognizing the wrong person is almost zero.

I couldn't help but feel like I wanted to do it, my arms were shaking, and I couldn't help it.

"Hehe, don't be so grumpy, it's not too late to hit the last ball first, right?" He leaned back against the billiard table, took a cigarette in his mouth, and the little brother next to him immediately came up to light the fire.

Before I could do anything, he said: "Let's do it, one goal determines the winner, this last goal, whoever scores wins, how?

"Who's going to hit first?" I held back my anger and asked indifferently.

"Isn't it your turn to fight?" While his expression was puzzled, he was telling me that Lao Tzu was letting you!

I nodded, smiled and said, "Okay, okay, very good."

If anger can be materialized, then the entire billiard hall is probably ignited by my anger at this moment. I lay on my stomach on the pool table, the index finger and thumb of my left hand set up the cue, pushed it several times, and aimed at the white ball for a long time, and finally, with a bang, I smashed a shot hard.

As big and fierce as it was, the black ball was knocked straight away and popped off the pool table.

The little brother next to him laughed, and they were all about to laugh, to tell the truth, I will play billiards, but I really can't guarantee 100% of it, I'm not a master.

A younger brother picked up the black ball and put it in its original position, the six-fingered man held a cigarette in his mouth, faced me, leaned back against the billiard table, and said with a smile: Are you letting me?

I also lit a cigarette and said with a smile: you can think so.

"Well, that's good." While the six-fingered man said this to me, his right hand grabbed the middle of the cue, he didn't look behind him at all, he swept the table with the stick directly, and slammed it into the white ball.

The rolling white ball hit the black ball with unmistakable accuracy, and the black ball rolled for a moment before falling into the basket with a clatter.

In this process, he didn't look back at the billiard table at all, but kept squinting his eyes and staring at me with a cigarette in his mouth.

I couldn't help but clapped my hands and exclaimed, "Good skills, if I hadn't been here tonight, maybe you would have been able to participate in a world-class tournament in the future."

Without waiting for him to speak, I said coldly: It's a pity, I'm here tonight, and your skills will be lost from now on.

The six-fingered man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked up and laughed, the incandescent light above his head illuminated his teeth with a miserable white color.

"I can win you in billiards, and I can still win you in life!" The last two words, he gritted his teeth and said them loudly, and at the moment when the words fell, his wrist flipped over, and the billiard cue rotated twice in his hand, and he threw it at me!

This is a serious sneak attack!

The man was so fast that almost before I could react, the cue flew straight towards my chest like a javelin.

I stretched out my hands to grab it, but the moment I touched the billiard cue, there was a lot of talcum powder on the rod, and it was very slippery. With a thud, the cue slid out of my palm and flew straight towards my chest.

With a pop, the thinner end of the billiard cue plunged straight into my chest, and the powerful impact made my body take several steps back, nailing me to the wall behind me, and I could feel the pool cue inserted into the wall a few centimeters!

"Ruthless! Accurate enough! Enough shade! I lowered my head, blood from the corners of my mouth, and laughed coldly.

The six-fingered man took out the cigarette from his mouth, bounced the cigarette butt away, and said to me with a smile: I promise you will never laugh for a while.

The fight between the two of us has scared everyone in the billiard hall, and the customers who had been playing well have all run away, and the manager ran over in a panic, trying to persuade us not to fight, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only stand at the bar and tremble.

The six-fingered man walked slowly towards me at this moment, and smiled at me: "The ownerless god bone is on you, right?"

The ownerless god bone he said should have been told to him by Huo Yunyan, this thing I have always called a crystal bone, it seems that when the six-fingered man said this, I can be sure that Huo Yunyan figured it out afterwards.

He must have known that he had been deceived, and Huo Yunyan must have known that the ancestor that night was fake, because the real ancestor, although he was kind on the surface and treated people kindly, if he really provoked him, then even the eighteenth generation ancestral tomb had to be careful.

But the ancestor asked Huoyun Yan to leave after handing over the divine bones, Huoyun Yan was also an old fritter, and he was frightened by the ancestor's divine power at that time, but he must have been able to figure it out later.

I thought that when I entered the door, the six-fingered man had already locked his eyes on me, so I came to him, and he said he wanted to do it with me first.

"Do you know why you can't catch me?" The six-fingered man stood in front of me and laughed coldly.

The club was still stuck in my chest, making me nailed to the wall and unable to move, and I sneered: Do you think I don't know your tricks?