Snow fell from the sky, but the wall of snow stood abruptly on the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you want to define it accurately, it should not be a snow wall, it is a snow wave, or a snow tide, which is stacked on top of each other and rushes in all directions, but because it is snow, it swells a little slowly, so it looks like a snow wall.

The wall of snow swells in all directions, centered on a point in the long street, and behind it, a stonemason strikes a drill with a hammer in his hand.

In the snow, you can see the sparks flickering and then disappearing, like the lights of a fishing boat on a stormy night.

But you can't hear the sound, the crisp and bright crash that should be.

The long street on a snowy night is quiet, and only the sound of the wind can be heard, but the sound of the wind cannot set off a snow tide, so in the swishing wind, the snow tide is quietly stacked up.

There is no momentum, but it makes people feel extremely terrifying.

The wind was very fast, and the rapid sound of the wind pierced through the snow curtain, and then through the advancing snow wall, one wind tunnel after another. The wind tunnel was densely packed, as if someone had accidentally spilled ink on a piece of white paper.

But that's not ink, it's arrows.

The invisible arrow, the arrow that pierced everything, so densely passed through the wall of snow and shot straight at the seated craftsman.

The craftsman did not seem to see or hear the breathtaking sound, but single-mindedly swung the hammer in his hand, struck the drill in his hand, and carved the stone tablet in front of him.

As he continued to wave his arm, he could see that the sparks were bursting more and more densely, as if he was using a lighter to keep igniting, but it was bursting into sparks, and the arm was no longer visible, only the trajectory of the wave and the vague shadow were missing.

After the invisible arrow passed through the first wall of snow, the craftsman's body began to spin, circle after circle, faster and faster.

The wind is backward and the snow is forward. Meet, and then go their separate ways.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

The wall of snow seemed to lose its momentum, and collapsed with a "bang", like a silver dragon that had been suddenly killed, and scattered in a heap in the street.

Amid the sound of the snow wall collapsing, heavy breathing was heard.

Hua Rong bent down and began to gasp, in the moment just now, he shot enough arrows, however, it seemed that he did not hit the target.

A hundred paces away, the craftsman also began to be hasty, and although he did not bend down, his head drooped, and on his body, steaming hot, his enthusiasm turned into a white mist, making him look more mysterious.

In front of the craftsman, the one-meter-and-a-half-meter-high stele was still rotating. The stone monument rubbed against the snow on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.

The long street was as quiet as ever, and the panting came and went.

"Hua Rong, you can't kill me."

The same dry and angular words made Hua Rong still uncomfortable, but after a burst of exhaustion just now, the depression in Hua Rong's chest had melted a lot, so he was not as uncomfortable as before.

"You can't kill me."

Hua Rong straightened up, and the craftsman raised his head.

Two people, looking at each other in the vast wind and snow.

"It's hard to say."

As soon as the craftsman stretched out his hand, the stone tablet that was originally rotating beside him was pulled in front of him by an invisible force, blocking between Hua Ronghe.

The stele still rotated, but slowed down.

"It took a little time, but, you..."

The craftsman raised his hammer again and struck it heavily on the drill in his other hand.

This time, the percussion was loud.

Hua Rong heard it.

"Dead!"

The craftsman's hammer fell, and the stele turned abruptly to the other side.

Hua Rong's eyes were wide open, and he saw that the stone tablet was engraved with a big "Hua Rong".

"The monument has been completed, but the person has passed away."

In the cold wind, this sentence is like a spell, like the call of hell, straight into the bottom of Hua Rong's heart. Hua Rong suddenly felt a chill in his body, a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help it, and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't see the other party attacking him, but the other party kept carving the monument, and the monument was completed, and the person was going to die.

Hua Rong looked at the stone stele, the stele standing in the wind and snow, engraved with his name, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

A hundred paces away, the craftsman got up and picked up a gray canvas bag from his side, which was a bag commonly used by craftsmen, some old. He wiped the hammer and drill in his hand, put it in his bag, got up, and cleaned up the last of the field like a craftsman who had finished his work.

The hammer was put away, and the craftsman staggered a few steps, like a drunkard. But only the craftsman knows that this is the reason why so much effort and energy has been expended just now.

The red cloak is extraordinarily bright in the snow, where the people in the snow are lying.

Die, not blind.

The craftsman sighed, looked at the red blood corresponding to the red cloak, and said, "I will give you this tablet." ”

The craftsman stepped up his toolkit and walked out into the snow.

The cold wind rose, and it seemed that only a gust of wind blew through the street, but the craftsman could not help but turn his head.

"Is it really okay to go this way?"

The craftsman's eyes narrowed, this was the work in his hands, the habit formed over the years, but this time, he used his eyes to look at the red cloak that wriggled on the ground.

Hua Rong coughed a few times, his mouth was full of blood, and he spit out a few mouthfuls before he barely sat up.

Scarlet snow reflected all around him.

From a distance, he was a man wearing a red cloak and a red cloak, but only Hua Rong knew that the red clothes were dyed red with his own blood.

"But come and kill me?"

The craftsman was still stunned, he didn't understand why Hua Rong didn't die, because, after his words were engraved, the tablet was also carved, and this person should be dead.

"You, how could you not be dead."

Hua Rong smiled and said, "My life is big, and our Liangshan people have a hard life." ”

The craftsman was very calm, sat down on the spot, stretched out his hand, and took out a stone chip of about thirty centimeters from his bag. The stone tablet is the shape of a spirit tablet, and the top is as smooth as a mirror.

"If you want to die, I can help you."

Hua Rong laughed twice and said, "You carved a tablet for me again, and you made a spirit card for me, you are very filial." ”

"The dead are great, and there should still be respect, what do you say, Hua Rong."

Hua Rong smiled and nodded, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"I can keep talking, how much blood can you vomit?"

Hua Rong smiled: "If you can talk all the time, you just said that you killed me, why do you need to pay me so hard?" If my observation is correct, when you speak, the work of your hands will stop, after all, you are not an ordinary stonemason, it is impossible for you to carve a stone tablet with your hands while talking. ”

The craftsman was silent and did not speak, but took out a carving knife from his bag and began to carve on the stone tablet.

"It takes a lot of energy for you to carve a stone tablet, so when you speak, you will dissipate the power gathered in your hands."

The stonemason didn't speak, didn't seem to hear Hua Rong's words, and continued the work in his hands.

"You don't speak because what I see with my eyes is true, and you don't speak to cover up your other purpose, that is, although what you say is difficult to accept, but if you listen to it more, it will not be as disgusting as it was at the beginning, and it will lose its effect on people, so you speak very little and have few words!"

The craftsman stopped what he was doing, not because Hua Rong was right or wrong, but because he had carved a horizontal line of flower characters on the small stone tablet.

"In my long career as a stonemason, there was a time when I was bored with this job, and I felt that I would never finish carving those stone tablets, and in this long and boring day, I endured the irritability in my heart, endured the suffocating time, and kept swinging the hammer and carving, and then one day, I found that my stone monument was gone, so I understood one thing, as long as you keep doing it, there will always be a day when it will be finished, just like your tablet, no matter what you say to me, or how much time I delay, No matter how much energy I waste, I'll get it done. ”

It was the first time that the stonemason had spoken such a long paragraph, but it was no longer dry, no longer angry, no longer angular, so it was no longer uncomfortable, more like an old man, babbling about his past.

"It turns out that you can speak human words."

The craftsman chuckled and said, "You are the most tenacious person I have ever seen in life, but what can you do, you are seriously injured now, and you are not waiting to be killed!" ”

Hua Rong smiled and said, "Why don't you recuperate?" Or rather, am I suspicious? ”

The craftsman shook his head, restrained his smile, and continued his work, carving the small stone tablets in his hand with a carving knife.

"Actually, you're better than me, you're not there, the reason why you chose this small stele is because you don't have the ability to carve that big stele."

The craftsman ignored it, and went back to that state of selfless work, and began to carve.

Hua Rong smiled and raised his hand at the craftsman, the smile on his face disappearing.

A craftsman who is engrossed in carving a stone tablet with his head bowed.

The sharpshooter on Liangshan, with one hand, sent out an arrow.

This arrow is invisible, but it has the sound of the wind.

……

Supernatural buildings, flickering phosphor screens.

Wu Yong looked at the scene in the wind and snow, shook his head with a smile, and said, "You lost." ”

Liu Min stared at the monitor deadly, and he saw Hua Rong falling, but sat up again.

It wasn't what he had guessed.

"Didn't come to the end, Wu Xuexue made a judgment?"

Wu Yong pointed to the picture of Hua Rong and Wang Yin and said: "If I guess correctly, after your people carve Hua Rong's name, Hua Rong should be dead, but don't you think it's strange that Hua Rong's brother is not dead?" ”

Cai Jing smiled: "Maybe it's Fang Tianwang's people who want to play a little longer." ”

Wu Yong shook his head and said, "Judging from the previous picture, your people are sure that Brother Hua Rong is dead, so they will get up and leave." ”

Cai Jing pointed to the picture of the confrontation in the wind and snow, and said with a smile: "However, our people did not leave. ”

Wu Yong smiled and said to Fang La: "Fang Tianwang, if you don't want your people to suffer too many casualties, you can retreat." ”

Fang La stared at Wu Yong tightly, and Liu Min smiled and said: "A draw will make Fang Tianwang withdraw, Wu Yong, you will really take the opportunity to make trouble." ”

Wu Yong said with a smile: "It's not about making trouble, but to tell the truth, because, Fang Tianwang's people have no chance to win." ”

Liu Min and Cai Jing looked at Wu Yong, could it be that Wu Yong discovered the key?

Is it possible?

In all probability! Because he is Zhiduoxing Wu Yong.

And the biggest question is, what will Fang La do after listening to it? Will people be evacuated?