Brother Chao led the people away.

Brother Chao knows that who dares to deal with Yang Shuxia blatantly, he will definitely usher in Zhao Yijiao's revenge, and even the boss will find another way to deal with Yang Shuxia, Gou Dashao?

Gou Wenshi looked surprised, what was the situation, just wanted to take a look, Yang Shuxia had already turned around.

Yang Shuxia's bright bald head reflected the murderous light, Gou Dashao was sluggish, thinking about Yang Shuxia's ferocity in the early morning, and then thinking about the fierce super brother who was scared away in a face.

"Ahh

Yang Shuxia shook his head again and again, this posture of running away is really ugly, like a dog.

Gou Wenshi's heel is extremely aggrieved and depressed. In the hands of Yang Shuxia, he has already planted three heels in a row, barely reaching the level of Lianzhong Sanyuan.

What made Gou Dashao most depressed was that this heel fall had almost made him lose the courage to find the field.

Watching Gou Wenshi disappear like a dog, Yang Shuxia's face suddenly changed, and an inexplicable sense of danger rose from the bottom of his heart, and he slowly turned around.

Evil stood at the end of the alley, looking at this place silently, an increasingly strange smile appeared on his pale face, and his lips moved silently.

I didn't hear any sound, but Yang Shuxia understood his words, young man, looking forward to our next meeting.

The evil vanished silently, as if he had appeared.

Yang Shuxia wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, what does this mean?

There is no answer.

Climbing up to the fifth floor, I just wanted to open the door when I remembered something.

Turned around and came to the door of the little painter, knocked on the door, and opened the door to the flower grandmother.

"Grandma Hua, where's the little flower painting?"

"Little shrimp, come and play, Hua Xiaohua is not at home."

"Not at home?" Yang Shuxia's heart tightened.

"Yes, it's a business trip, and it's going to be out for more than a month. You said she was a girl, how could his boss let her go on such a long errand. ”

"I'm on a business trip." It's not that he ran away from home, Yang Shuxia breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, his heart was a little empty.

After chatting with Grandma Hua, I opened the door, and the world suddenly quieted down.

A chill that made people's hearts hairy, caressing Yang Shuxia's bald head, the hairs on his whole body stood up, and Yang Shuxia turned his neck stiffly.

There was a painting floating in the room, a miserable white painting. Under the influence of the painting, the whole room slowly lost its color.

There is only one skeleton on the painting, a mutilated skeleton.

Seeing this painting, Yang Shuxia's first thought turned out to be that his left arm was stolen.

The temperature in the room began to drop, Yang Shuxia's thinking became slow, and his sense of touch was disappearing. I only vaguely heard, "System warning: host ......"

Yang Shuxia's movements stiffened, and he walked towards the skeleton painting like a marionette, just when his fingers could touch the skeleton painting.

Two coughs rang out from the kitchen.

The sound of glass falling to the ground sounded in Yang Shuxia's mind.

"The equipment master system prompts that the host crisis has been resolved."

The world became noisy again, the color of the room was recovering, the noise of children downstairs, and the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen next door sounded in Yang Shuxia's ears again.

The skull painting was gone, and everything seemed to be just an illusion.

The kitchen door opened, and a stocky man stood there, rubbing a ball of waste paper with both hands, rubbing it vigorously, and with a wave of his hand, it snapped, and fell into the garbage basket.

Yang Shuxia looked at the waste paper ball thrown into the garbage basket, and a trace of coolness passed through his heart.

The short man looked at Yang Shuxia, his plain and cloudy eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

"Uncle Huang." Yang Shuxia squeezed out two words dryly, feeling that the man in front of him was so unfamiliar.

"You, why do you want to learn martial arts?" Uncle Huang asked, his tone as cold as ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

Uncle Huang took a step forward, and his shoulders slanted, which was clearly the iron shoulder support that Yang Shuxia had learned. The same move was used in Uncle Huang's hands, without the momentum of the earth shaking the mountains, and there was no momentum to give up anyone, Yang Shuxia only had an unstoppable frustration.

It turns out that Uncle Huang is also a master. It turned out that Uncle Huang, who raised himself to grow up, was taciturn and addicted to alcohol, and was actually a master taller than Zhao Yijiao.

A dull sound like a pounding sound.

Yang Shuxia had been beaten and stuck to the wall, and his chest was obviously sunken. This relied on Yang Shuxia to understand what it means to beat people like hanging paintings.

Yang Shuxia wanted to say that all this was just a misunderstanding. His throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed up, blocking the words he wanted to say back in his throat.

Everything is really just a misunderstanding, first the equipment master system inexplicably came to them, and then under the temptation of the system task, and then, things are not under Yang Shuxia's control, if you don't want to become stronger, sooner or later people will not even be left with scum.

"You, why, do you want to learn martial arts?" Uncle Huang asked again, his face hideous and terrifying.

"Why can't I learn martial arts?" Yang Shuxia swallowed back the blood gushing up, came up with the ruthless surname in his bones, and asked loudly. A sharp pain in the broken ribs in the chest was implicated.

Uncle Huang was stunned, turned around, looked out the window, and said faintly after a while: "I promised your mother not to teach you martial arts." ”

"You didn't teach me, I taught myself."

"Your mother said that she doesn't want you to learn martial arts, and wants you to live an ordinary life."

"My mother? Ordinary people? Shall I not be able to resist if I am put a knife to my neck? ”

Uncle Huang didn't speak.

"Haha, haha," After a long time, Uncle Huang suddenly laughed wildly, and there was indescribable pain in his words. "Sure enough, it looks like him. However, little shrimp, do you know that as soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself. ”

"It's the path I chose."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance, as long as you can defeat me, I'll tell you your mother's whereabouts."

"My mother?" Yang Shuxia remembered the vague figure when he was a child, and the warm embrace. That kind of warm feeling, but I can't remember the appearance of the figure.

"Yes," Uncle Huang took out a small iron card and threw it to Yang Shuxia, "This is what your mother left for you, and it was not intended for you." I didn't expect you to end up on this path. ”

Yang Shuxia caught the iron plate, swarthy, trapezoidal, with a seal character on the front, wearing a thin, silver-glittering chain.

Yang Shuxia's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a feeling of flesh and blood appeared in Yang Shuxia's heart.

"I'll give you a year, and if you can beat me, I'll tell you how to find your mother. Otherwise, next year today will be your eighteenth birthday, and I will fulfill my promise to your mother and destroy your martial arts. ”

Uncle Huang turned his head, glanced at Yang Shuxia deeply, walked to the door, and opened the door. Only one back is left, just as ordinary as in the past.

What makes such a master, hiding all his breath, secluded in this tube building?

Yang Shuxia clutched the iron card tightly, put it on his chest, and looked at the kitchen.

There was a small cake in the kitchen, on which candles had been lit.

It turns out that today is my life again.

Yang Shuxia swallowed the cake in a big gulp, and was already in tears.