In the blink of an eye, a week later.

At night, the stars are dense and the moon hangs round in the sky. The air gradually became colder, and it continued to fall heavily for a week, and the snow was flying, coating the entire Yanjing City with a layer of silver, making the traffic inevitably become unchanged, and the pedestrians on the streets became scarce.

The snow didn't stop until yesterday, and the snow was thick enough to bury a person's calf.

At one o'clock in the morning, at this time, it was already difficult to see pedestrians on the streets, except for the person who ran the night train was still on the road.

At this moment, there was a strange man dressed in a sloppy, beggar-like appearance, holding a long sword in a scabbard, slowly walking on the snow road. With every step, there was some blood on the snow.

Looking at his appearance, isn't he a ghost hand?

The ghost hand footwork is light, and when he walks on the snow road, his speed does not decrease much, just like that, he keeps walking.

He didn't know how long he walked, but he knew he had to go on endlessly.

Because, he is already homeless.

It's not that he doesn't want to go home, it's that he doesn't dare to go home.

In his situation, going home will affect his relatives, the only relatives.

I don't know how long it took to walk, the ghost hand Zhang Baocong gradually stopped, he fixed himself under the road lights, and muttered: "Finally, it's still here." It seems that the one who should come will come back after all, and you can't hide from it. ”

Speaking of this, Ghost Hand sighed, his eyes looked at the sky, quietly, not knowing what to say.

The stars were no longer visible, and it turned out that it was snowing again.

The ears moved slightly, and the ghost hands could hear the subtle movements around them.

He knew that he was in danger, it was the master's intuition.

Someone is approaching him, and there is a master approaching him.

It's just that he didn't react in any way, but took out a photo from his arms.

There is a beautiful girl in this photo, who belongs to his daughter, named Wang Yue.

He felt that his daughter was the most beautiful girl in the world, and the reason was because it was his daughter.

"Smack!"

But two tears fell from the old eyes of the ghost hand and flowed on this photo.

He knew that his chances of gazing at the picture so quietly were numbered.

"Come out, Donghuang!" I don't know how long it took, the ghost held the photo of his daughter tightly in his hand and whispered.

"It's worthy of Zhang Baocong, he has already found out. So in that case, I don't have to hide it, to be honest, I looked for you, it's so hard,. ”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

I don't know at what time, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind the ghost hand, this black shadow couldn't see clearly in the dark, only knew that he had a slender figure and held a long sword in his hand.

He is what the ghost hand said, the Eastern Emperor!

Ghost Hand didn't turn around, but he knew what was going on behind him.

"You, did you find it anyway?" Zhang Baocong said calmly.

"Where did you get that sword? That's a treasure that belongs to Indonesia. You, who have been the president's bodyguard for a few years, know best. The Eastern Emperor narrowed his eyes, stared at the sword in the hand of the ghost hand, and said in a deep voice.

The sword in the Ghost Hand's hand was not the sword he wanted.

Indonesia, a small country located in Asia.

Although India is mentioned in the name, this country and India are two different countries.

This small country has frequent wars, it is difficult for the country to be stable, and there are **** and government inside, and it is in chaos all year round. In that country, the smoke of war is very ordinary, and shooting people in the street or something is also a very common thing.

Once, Ghost Hand carried out a mission in this country, and then by mistake, he became the presidential bodyguard of Indonesia.

However, the ghost hand knows that he can only be a bodyguard in Indonesia because he is strong enough.

However, there is no shortage of masters in Indonesia.

And this Donghuang is the first person in Indonesia!

"That sword was originally a treasure of Huaxia Kingdom, when did it become Indonesian?" Ghost Hand preached coldly.

"Zhang Baocong, it seems that you are really obsessed. We have been doing things together for so many years, and you and I know each other's strength very well. You are no match for me, and besides, with your injured body now, you have no hope of victory against me. What's the point of hiding that sword in such a you? You know, without that sword, it is equivalent to a tiger without wings. ”

"Tell us where that sword is, go back to the president and admit your mistakes, and he will naturally forgive you."

The ghost hand sneered: "The lost treasures that originally belonged to the Huaxia Kingdom should naturally be returned to the hands of the Huaxia Kingdom." Donghuang, you should know my thoughts, that sword, I can't give it to you. ”

The Eastern Emperor sneered, and then shouted; "Forget it, I originally wanted to wait for you to hand over the sword before killing you, but now it seems that the only way to kill you is to kill you first, and then I will find the sword myself."

Zhang Baocong did not speak.

He knew that today's scene would come sooner or later.

He gave the sword to Xiao Hang because he knew that he couldn't protect the sword.

The treasures that have been lost in Huaxia for many years, he finally got them from Indonesia with nine deaths, how can he return them?

No.

The Eastern Emperor did not act immediately, but was looking for opportunities everywhere.

"Do you think you have a chance to win me?" As he spoke, the Eastern Emperor approached the ghost hand step by step. "You know, when you were in Indonesia, you and I fought thirty-one games, and you lost them all."

Zhang Baocong's hand holding the photo was trembling.

He knew that his hope of rebirth today was almost nil.

Donghuang......

This man is very strong, much stronger than himself.

He's still looking at the picture, pictured, of his daughter.

He knew that his chances were running out.

Tears.

Bang.

He couldn't hold back his tears.

No matter how strong he is, when he looks at this photo, his heart becomes much more fragile.

Parting, parting that belongs to him.

"Can I give up like that?"

"If I die like this, how can I pay her what I owe her? Am I a qualified father? Can I die like this? No, I'm not a good father! Zhang Baocong gritted his teeth, and then clenched the photo, not knowing when he had a lot of strength.

He wanted to live.

If he survives, he can continue to protect his daughter.

He was already injured, and his injuries had not healed, and at this time, with a roaring roar, he suddenly drew his sword, and the moment he turned around, the Eastern Emperor also made a move in an instant.

"Come on." Ghost Hand yelled.

In this snowy field, the battle is on the verge of breaking out