Song Qianjiang drove a very inconspicuous Mercedes-Benz car, turned around in the dense traffic for two hours, and then drove to a very quiet community, which is the area where the district government is currently preparing to be demolished, and most of the people have moved away, leaving only some of the original residents who have not found suitable rental houses, and are still stranded here.

The car stopped at the mouth of the alley, and it was already impossible to enter, Song Qianjiang turned the key ring in his hand, wearing a light red suit, which looked like a refreshing taste, a sunny smile, facing everyone who walked by, if he didn't know him, or if he didn't know him, just this side, he must feel that this is a polite and gentle man.

Song Qianjiang likes this feeling very much, because he feels that life is like a play, as long as he is alive, he is in the play, and the question is who plays the same role, as for his different faces facing different people, this is not called hypocrisy, but life.

The alley is not long, the distance of fifty meters, three minutes has arrived, Song Qianjiang pushed open a somewhat dilapidated door, after a "squeak", in front of his eyes, a large empty yard appeared, hundreds of square meters of open space, only a few vegetable fields that were sorted out very flat, at this moment, there are seasonal vegetables and fruits and melons in the vegetable field.

Like peppers, like beans, like cabbage, like corn, there are more than a dozen kinds of variety.

A middle-aged man in a gray shirt, bending over and working hard, with his back to Song Qianjiang, with a little unbearable pressure on life, a pair of leather shoes that have been opened, showing his diligence in life.

"Mr. Mo!"

Song Qianjiang didn't seem to be a stranger to this place at all, he walked straight over and called softly, the tone was full of respect, and there was a kind of flattery hidden in his eyes, he didn't dare to offend this farmer, even if the other party was wearing the most tattered clothes in the world.

The peasant turned around, his face was black and yellow, as if he had been weathered by the years, he had been worn into such a way, his thin hands, holding the hoe, at this time he just glanced at him lightly, and said, "You are here." ”

"Yes, Mr. Mo, this time, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Mr. Mo walked out of the vegetable field, put the hoe on the root of the wall, and then walked to the underground water well, and pumped the water manually, and after a while, the cold and translucent groundwater came out and poured on his long arms, and the oily hand muscles, although smaller, were quite strong.

Take a sip and look up and sigh.

They all knew very well that they could not stay here any longer.

In eight years, he has changed places three times, and now, he is one last thing missing.

Mr. Mo sat down, a half-worn towel, wiping the water stains on his hands, and the sweat on his face, looking at the vegetable field moving with the wind, the green vegetable seedlings, he couldn't help but exude a satisfied smile, although it was very light, but Song Qianjiang felt it.

"Remember our agreement, this is the last time."

Song Qianjiang took a step forward and said, "How can the juniors forget, Mr. Mo, rest assured, this is the last time, this time, I want you to help me kill someone." ”

Mr. Mo glanced at Song Qianjiang, seemed a little strange, and said, "Why, with the strength of your Song family, there are still people who can't be killed, and with my last favor, just to kill someone?" ”

Song Qianjiang smiled, and did not take the topic, the things of the Song family can not be lightly told to outsiders, although the farmers in front of him have helped him a lot, but they all know that they are not friends, they just use each other, and now this last thing, the two of them are clear.

took out a piece of paper from his pocket, put it on the stone platform in front of Mr. Mo, and said, "This person is the goal, Mr. Mo will be free in the future." ”

Mr. Mo did not continue, and seemed to have no such interest, and said, "You can go, you don't have to come to me again in the future." ”

Song Qianjiang nodded and said, "Mr. Mo take care, I wish you a good journey." ”

Then Song Qianjiang politely saluted, turned around and walked out, and in the empty courtyard, only Mr. Mo was left.

Mr. Mo picked up the piece of paper, just glanced at it, the piece of paper had already turned into confetti in the palm of his hand, and the next moment, a cold drink had already come out of his mouth: "After staying for so long, don't you say hello to me, the master?" It's so rude. ”

The cup on the stone platform has already flown out, the cup is brittle in the air, divided into porcelain pieces, and attacked a wall, only to hear a few "flutter" sounds, the wall was shot out of several holes, and three figures, a little embarrassed, one of the arms overflowed blood, it seemed to be injured.

The three of them are all dressed in black, but they are particularly conspicuous in this sunshine, but the expressions of the three of them are very cold, which makes people feel a strong murderous intention.

Mr. Mo stood up, his deep eyes exuded a thick cold, and his originally dark skin seemed to be shaking all over his body at this moment, but he glanced at the three of them, and sneered: "It turned out to be a person from the Black Grim Reaper, I haven't seen it for twenty years, I don't know if the Black Whirlwind is okay?" ”

The faces of the three changed slightly, and the black-clothed man who was the leader of the three shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you and what is your relationship with the Song family?" ”

They received an order to monitor Song Qianjiang, but they didn't expect that in this remote farmhouse courtyard, they would meet such a strange person, and they didn't think about showing up and preparing to go back to report it, but they didn't expect that this man who seemed to be a farmer turned out to be a master.

"Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you, it doesn't matter if you don't know me, but I believe that the Black Whirlwind will not forget me." As soon as the words fell, the wind had risen.

The wind passed, people died, and there were three corpses lying on the ground, as if their throats had been cut by a wind knife, and they wanted to scream at this time, but they couldn't make any sound, so they could only stare blankly at the sky during the day, silently feeling the gradual passage of their lives, and finally closed their eyes and fell into complete darkness.

The wind was still there, the green vegetables were moving with the wind, and in the empty courtyard, there were only three corpses left, and Mr. Mo was gone.

At the entrance of the alley, Song Qianjiang's car started slowly, and then he turned around, glanced at the small courtyard gently, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a slight force on his feet, the car rushed out like an arrow, he knew that next, there would be a big drama to watch in the capital.

And he is the director of this scene, whether it is Mr. Mo or Black Death, or Ning Caichen, they have all entered the game, in his eyes, they are all chess pieces, let him be around.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen people to come to this small courtyard.

They were all fierce masters in black, except for the old man who was surrounded in the middle, silently squatting down to check the corpse. The old man, dressed in a dark purple robe, looked as plain as water, and at this moment he was half-squatting in front of the corpses of the three black Death Reapers, silently inspecting them.

"Mo Chou is ignorant of the road ahead, no one in the world knows you, sure enough, it's him, Mo Junchou, I didn't expect that you are still alive." The old man stood up, his whole body had lost its previous elegance, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Pass the order, activate the first-level killing alarm, everyone take action, find Mo Junchou for me, and kill without mercy." ”

The old man turned around, the somewhat old and thin eyes, with a tide of murderous intent, almost irrepressible, for the first time in twenty years, he was angry, although the black god of death walked on the edge of life and death, in absolute darkness, but no one was allowed to blaspheme, even the top swordsman Mo Junchou could not do it. “

As early as twenty years ago, Mo Junchou was a top swordsman killer, walking on the edge of the city, living by killing, almost invincible, Mo Junchou was also a person in the ancient martial arts world, just in order to improve his sword intent, he actually betrayed the ancient martial arts world, and used the blood and killing of ordinary people to stimulate his hidden blood surname and anger.

Twenty years ago, they had a war, that battle, the two were almost evenly matched, both defeated, all these years, Mo Junchou's whereabouts were gone, he thought that this person was dead, but he didn't expect that he had been under his nose all the time, and lived peacefully for twenty years.

Thinking about the events of the year, it has a lot to do with the Song family, otherwise, with Mo Junchou's spleen surname, how could he have anything to do with the Song family, not to mention Mo Junchou's arrogance, even if he is a top swordsman, he needs arrogance and indifference to reach the extreme of the sword.

It seems that the incident in the capital that occurred 20 years ago was not as simple as imagined.

This time the Song family found Mo Junchou, what did they want to do?

No matter what, the old man already knows that in the capital, I am afraid that there will be another bloody storm.

The iron-blooded tragedy of twenty years ago may be repeated twenty years later.

Far south, Tianhai City.

Tianhai City is the largest city in the country, and it is also the southern capital of the Oriental country, so Tianhai is generally not called Tianhai, it is called Tiandu, Tiandu is a coastal city, with beautiful scenery, a beautiful paradise, and the shallow bay area, but also the sea water, the blue sky, and the fashion of the modern city, the three are integrated into one, and the world is famous.

Speaking of Tianhai, of course, we can't fail to mention the Nie family, since the Nie family moved to Tianhai twenty years ago, it has become a strong party, and I don't know how to compromise with the upper echelons of the country, for twenty years, the top leaders of Tianhai are all members of the Nie family, but no one in the Nie family has disappointed, and the economic growth has become the most unique scenery in the whole country.

At this moment, the Nie family, in the spacious palace-like hall, more than a dozen people are sitting, and the strict protection has made the hall of the Nie family's inner mansion an absolute forbidden place, except for a few people in the direct bloodline of the Nie family, ordinary people will definitely not be able to walk here without permission, and they will be killed halfway.

On the high seat, there was a crazy old man who was over seventy years old, but with an indifferent expression, although he was not young, but looking at his appearance, he was absolutely domineering, with a long beard, no wind and automatic, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning, sweeping everyone who looked at the hall, making the air in this hall become depressed.

He is the king of the Nie people, the head of the modern Nie family, twenty years ago, it was he who moved the entire Nie family from the capital to the heavenly capital, but even today, few people know the specific process, but they all know a little, back then, the Nie family was defeated.