Xue Lang didn't know that when the old woman woke up, she would be in tears, holding the old man's corpse and crying silently. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He quietly touched the location of the second floor, and when Zuo Boyang was wandering around like a ghost, controlling the people on the floor, he controlled the two bodyguards like lightning, and then quietly opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, the change in airflow startled the beautiful woman who was concentrating on massage.

This room is not allowed to enter without a command, even if it is the same for oneself, and it is not allowed to enter without a summoning.

No matter how big it is, the bodyguards at the door will not allow it. And they don't open the door without permission.

Xue Lang didn't appreciate any picture of the village palace, as soon as the door opened, he locked on the beauty, the figure was illusory, and at the moment when the beauty turned her head and the door closed, he pointed and followed the detective to control the old guy.

But he didn't expect that he had misjudged, before entering the door, he could see that the old guy was a master, but he didn't expect that he was seventy or eighty, and his skills were so agile.

At the same time as his hand poked out, the closed-eyed old John suddenly twisted strangely, and the red wine glass in his hand was thrown at Xue Lang's face without returning, and the person slipped like a fish, slipped out of the chaise longue, and avoided Xue Lang's fingers.

Hey?

It's quite slippery!

Xue Lang caught the wine glass with one hand in surprise, and stretched forward the other hand unchanged, still pointing directly at the old guy's point.

Old John was suddenly attacked, he was not flustered at all, and his skills were even more agile than ordinary people, and he was not a little old.

At the same time as he slipped out, his hand had already pulled out a colorful machete under the recliner, that is, a Damascus knife, and in the middle of the rolling, he lifted it up and slashed at Xue Lang's fingers.

Xue Lang suddenly curled up his fingers when the door closed and the lock touched, and he popped out at the moment when the blade swept by.

With a bang, the knife in Old John's hand suddenly struck with great force, and at the same time he almost let go, he deviated from the cutting route and swung into the air.

Old John was startled, and his old state was gone, and he rolled backwards again, trying to avoid the attack of the fierce enemy who was tracking him.

He didn't know what kind of trick it was, but the guy in front of him with a pullover and wearing the same tights made him feel fear for many years.

But he had to persevere, until the bodyguards came to the rescue.

Even if his old physical strength is difficult to last, he must persevere.

Xue Lang flicked the blade of the knife with one finger, threw out the wine glass in the other hand, drew an arc, and while he flickered and pursued, it landed steadily on the coffee table, and the wine syrup swayed, but it didn't spill out.

Xue Lang was rolling again in Old John, and at the moment when he was about to stand up in a half-squat, he pointed and pointed at his key point.

Old John's hair stood on end, and with a lightning swing of his knife, he slashed at Xue Lang's fingers again, trying to block the attack.

However, this time Xue Lang didn't move, he didn't bend his fingers to flick the knife, but his five fingers suddenly fluttered, and he grabbed the blade that was cut into the palm of his hand.

Look for death!

Old John had been in battle for a long time, and the murderous light in his eyes flashed, and he twisted the handle of the knife, trying to cut Xue Lang's palm. Even if he wears a knife grab, the gloves are all in vain, because this knife is a long-standing Indian divine soldier he obtained, and the knife grabbing gloves and stab-proof clothing are basically difficult to block its sharpness, and even the patterns are sharp.

However, his eyes snapped out.

He couldn't twist it at all, and the other party didn't seem to have been cut through his gloves by the sharp blade.

The short surprise gave him no chance to go.

Xue Lang's hand that threw out the wine glass reached out, and in the old guy's frightened eyes, he accurately hit his shoulder socket, followed by a flash of golden mang, and the golden needle controlled the stunned and frightened old John.

Controlling the old guy, Xue Lang broke his fingers, took the knife in his hand to his eyes, looked at it, and smiled.

He had limited knowledge of ancient things, and he couldn't even tell the truth from the fake, but he made an exception to the sword.

Because whether the sword itself is sharp, whether the material is special, and the cold breath carried by the sword itself, you can determine whether it is a good sword or a good sword, the difference is just that you don't know the age, you don't know the source.

The black handle of this knife, based on the knowledge of the Damascus knife that Xue Lang knew, guessed that it should be made of black rhinoceros horn.

The pattern of the blade is complex and beautiful, with an ancient mysterious atmosphere, the luster of the blade is not large, and on the whole, it is slightly black and not reflective, but the cold sharpness can be clearly felt.

As for the hilt, there is no other decoration, there is no gold-plated characteristic of Damascus knives, wrong gold gauntlets, only the tail has two rope ends of unknown material, which look like animal skin, because there is no trace of weaving, it is used to tie and hang on the wrist to prevent it from falling off.

And this knife is not a long knife, but a short knife similar to a dagger with a slightly longer length, less than fifty in length is half shorter than a long knife of eighty or one meter, similar to his own blood pattern ronin knife, it is a short knife, which can be used as a dagger, and can also be used as a machete.

Feeling the sharp breath, the corners of Xue Lang's mouth curled, ignoring the motionless old John, turned over and returned to the chaise longue, looked down, and then pulled out the scabbard, ignoring the slight rush.

This old guy is really careful......

As he stood up, he put the knife into the sheath, and then he grabbed the knife and came to the old man's side, carefully examined his physical condition, and decided the strength of the execution.

After observing, he looked at the room again to confirm that no news had leaked, and then said through the headset: "Target control, start timer." ”

"Yes."

"Roger."

Bing Linghua and Zuo Boyang responded successively.

And Zuo Boyang can speak, obviously this will already be under control, or in a certain room, without worrying about voice leakage.

However, it is necessary to use the lingua franca of all uses.

After notifying Bing Linghua and Zuo Boyang, Xue Lang grabbed the knife and unlocked some of Old John's restrictions, and did not use the punishment immediately.

After unraveling it, before Old John could speak, Xue Lang asked, "This knife is good, just say it, where did it come from?" ”

The tone of his old friend's chat was a little weird in such an atmosphere, but what was even more strange was that Old John didn't panic and pant or anything, he was extremely calm, and said like an old friend: "Good eyesight, this is a Hyderabad magic weapon, a total of two, male and female, this is a male knife, I don't know the specific name, I call it a dog's leg, it was given by an old friend." ”

Hyderabad Divine Soldiers? Male and female?

Xue Lang glanced at the knife in his hand, and knew that the Damascus knife was actually different from the Nepalese dogleg knife in one way: one was cold steel, one was Uzi steel, one was relatively smooth, and the other had its own forging pattern, which was not intentionally engraved, and the pattern formed naturally was sharp, but it was better to use Damascus.

Hyderabad is one of the famous sources of Uzzi steel in ancient India, but the legend has no documentary evidence.

No name......

Xue Lang was a little strange about this.

Inherited things in an orderly manner, even if the name is gone, there will always be someone who will take the name of the later owner.

But the thought flashed, and he gave up.

It's not something to look into.

Looking at the old John, who was specially made by the superior and was not surprised, Xue Lang easily inserted the knife next to the blood-patterned ronin knife on the side of his leg, although it was not very powerful, but it was stronger than grasping it in his hand, and he would deal with it later, and it was important to face it squarely.

Putting away the knife, Xue Lang looked at Old John and asked, "Mr. John, let's talk if you don't mind, you have half an hour to answer a few questions from me, and if you are satisfied, I will give you a good time, I pay great attention to commitment." ”

Old John was surprised to smile slightly, and said: "Yes, I just hope you keep your promise, you are old, you don't want to be offended, I knew there would be this day, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." ”

The old man's calmness, Xue Lang was not surprised.

There is a saying in Huaxia that ten years old is not worried, twenty is not regretful, thirty is standing, forty is not confused, fifty knows the destiny of heaven, sixty ears are obedient, seventy do what you want, and eighty are old (mao four sound bie).

Old John is eighty years old, and it is rare not to be confused, but it is inevitable to see through the world. The old man is different from the young man who is strong in blood, and he is even more pessimistic about life and death. And smart people are even more so, there is no need to force a confession, as long as he is willing to speak.

He nodded, and was just about to speak, although Old John couldn't turn his head, but he was facing Xue Lang, still staring at Xue Lang, and said indifferently: "You are from Huaxia." ”

Oh?

Xue Lang looked at Old John curiously and asked, "How can the old gentleman have such a judgment?" ”

His Jinshan City accent is not flawless, even if he is thrown in Jinshan City, no one will say that he is a foreigner, except for his appearance.

Old John smiled and said: "Your methods remind me of a restoration force on Taiwan Island back then, I used to be their military instructor, and one of them used to control people with magical golden needles, you are the descendant of the Eight Envoys of the Netherworld." ”

Hey? There are even grandfather's acquaintances......

Xue Lang felt that the world was too small at this moment, and in this foreign country, he was able to meet his grandfather's acquaintance.

Early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China......

Xue Lang calculated, knowing that the old man's age was probably less than twenty at that time, and from five years to now, eighty years away, less than ninety.

It seems that less than eighty is inaccurate.

Surprised, he smiled and said, "This world is really small, you are right, the Eight Envoys of the Netherworld are my eight grandfathers." ”

Old John's eyes flashed when he heard this, and then he sighed gloomily and said: "I have always understood, I used all kinds of means to lure, why didn't your grandfathers teach me this magical kung fu, just because I am a crooked nut?" ”

Xue Lang didn't want to continue this topic, time was limited, so he said: "I won't answer you this question, it doesn't matter if you know the reason or not, you just need to remember that you are a great power in front of my grandfathers, it is enough to be a foreign race, there is an old saying in China, if you are not of my race, their hearts will be different, they will naturally not teach you these Chinese treasures, let you turn back and use them to bully the Chinese people, now, answer me a few questions, and I will send you on your way." ”

Old John sighed again, a little older, and said: "You are right, this is a kind of xenophobic spirit of unity, Huaxia has this kind of inheritance, since I am the descendant of an old friend, it seems that my fate is also doomed, let's say, as long as I know, I will not hide it." ”