The delivery of the firearm that he had been thinking about for a long time really gave Tang Jin a big surprise. After taking the box containing the parts, Tang Jin didn't even have the time to send the barbarian man, so he couldn't wait to open it.

As far as the eye could see, a pile of strangely shaped parts was scattered in a box. Of course, it was chaotic for others, but for Tang Jin, they were ten times more chaotic, and he could assemble them in an instant. However, before assembly, the necessary testing is still indispensable, after all, this thing is not pulled out of the machine tool, it is inevitable that there will be some errors, and for the gun, there is an error that means that there is a risk of explosion.

After inspecting all the parts, Tang Jin showed a smile of relief. The parts are unsurprisingly incorrect, but they are all within acceptable limits, and as long as they do not fire frequently in a short period of time, there is basically no problem.

Then, Tang Jin put the box on the table, his hands flew up and down like butterflies wearing flowers, and in the blink of an eye, the parts in the box disappeared completely, replaced by a huge pistol with a silver-white body and an exaggerated shape but some violent beauty, Sand Eagle.

Looking at the delicate firearm in his hand, Tang Jin's face couldn't help but show a touch of surprise. He knew that the barbarians' casting skills were superb, but he never thought that he could be able to master this level, he thought that his gun could be used, and the appearance of Cheng Xiang was so exquisite, although there was no pattern embellishment, but the silver-white color that seemed to be one revealed a cold killing intention. Tang Jin couldn't wait to test fire a few shots, however, ...... He froze.

In fact, it was only now that he discovered a crucial problem...... What about bullets? He subconsciously looked at the box containing the parts, the box was the size of a human head, and there was no mezzanine, and now all the parts were put together and the inside was already empty.

"Where's the bullet?" Tang Jin looked at the barbarian man on the side in disbelief, and a bad premonition had already climbed into his heart.

Sure enough, the satisfied man was stunned at first when he heard this, and then suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly took out a letter from his bosom and said: "The divine envoy said, if you have any problems after reading the box, give you this letter, and he said that it has been explained to you clearly." ”

The divine envoy was naturally Tang Xu, and the man in front of him was also a believer in the sect that Tang Jin had concocted.

After taking the right letter and handing it over, Tang Jin's guess in his heart was almost half confirmed, and after opening the envelope and taking a look, Tang Jin decisively threw it on the table, covering his face and lying helplessly.

Yes, he was not mistaken, there were no bullets! All I received was a gun! According to Tang Xu's words, because the two guns require different bullet calibers, and only a few skilled blacksmiths can make such delicate things, considering Tang Jin

There was nothing urgent on the side, so Tang Xu asked them to make a batch of suitable bullets for himself first, as for Tang Jin's ...... Delivered in a month.

To be honest, Tang Jin really wants to scold people and give money instead of bullets, what is the difference between this and inviting a eunuch to visit the kiln? There are no bullets...... The gun is not yet a burning stick!

But after thinking about it, it doesn't seem to blame Tang Xu. According to the time, at that time, he was still immersed in the study of martial arts, and there was really no danger, at that time, where could the other party think that he would provoke such a big thing now?

"What's wrong, Jin'er? This shot ...... Can't work? Tang Duo sat on the side and watched the whole process, Tang Jin's up-and-down appearance could deduce what happened with a little brain.

Tang Jin didn't hide anything, nodded directly, and explained the consequences of traction in two sentences. Immediately afterwards, repelling the barbarian man who was panicked on the side and mistook it for himself to have broken the great affairs of the gods, Tang Jin held his head and fell into deep thought.

I thought that with a pistol by my side, I would be able to be afraid of those warriors, but now that there are no bullets, this matter is basically over, and now I hire someone to make bullets. Not to mention whether you can find such a skilled blacksmith in a short period of time, even if you can, the process required to cast bullets will not be able to be done in a short time, especially the production of gunpowder is an absolutely delicate job.

The gun is out of reach, and if you want to get through the current difficulties, you have to find another way. At this moment, another herald ran in, knelt down in front of Tang Duo and said, "Tell the prince and the prince that Zhang Qiyu has been found." But...... He's dead. ”

As early as after discovering that Zhang Qiyu was missing, Tang Duo sent soldiers to search for him throughout the city. Now when he heard that he had found Zhang Qiyu Tang Jin's face was overjoyed, but then he heard that the other party was dead, Tang Jin's brows couldn't help frowning, and a trace of doubt couldn't help but rise in his heart, but he still said forcefully: "Take us to see." ”

The herald answered and respectfully led the way. So the group, under the guidance of the herald, walked to a dilapidated thatched hut, and several people in silver armor were guarding the door with serious faces. Tang Jin was not hypocritical, and walked in directly.

Inside the hut, it was unusually cluttered, the dilapidated ground was full of weeds growing wantonly, a musty smell mixed with a faint bloody pavement, and the only thing that was better was that the house was not dim, although the main reason was that half of the roof was missing.

At this time, in the house, Zhang Qiyu, who was dressed in a black night coat, was lying on the ground overgrown with weeds, his neck was full of blood, and there were large traces of coagulated blood under his body. Although he didn't touch the other party's body, just looking at the coagulated blood and the corpse spots on the other party's face, Tang Jin could tell that the other party had been dead for a while, even more than a day, and there was already a faint smell in the air

The corpse stinks.

"He's ...... Killed? Looking at the corpse in front of him, Tang Duo asked suspiciously.

Tang Jin didn't reply in a hurry when he heard this, but frowned more and more, and finally simply squatted down, wiped away the sticky blood stains on his neck with his hands without any disgust, looked at the wound, turned his head to look at the long sword that fell to the side, and finally looked at the other party's sleeve.

Only then did he stand up and say, "He wasn't killed...... He was suicidal. ”

"Suicide? How do you know? Tang Duo asked unappetly.

Tang Jin pointed to the wound on the other party's neck, and then pointed to the long sword on the ground, "The wound is on the left side, but the depth is gradually deepening from left to right, if it is killed by others, it should theoretically be deepened from right to left." At the same time, the width of the sword matches the wound, and this sword I have seen is his. Of course, these two points can also be explained by special move habits and the opponent's sword killing, but there is another point, there is more blood splashed on his right hand than on his left hand, if he is killed, no matter how the wound is on the left, the blood splashed on the left hand should be more than that on the right hand. The only explanation is ...... He committed suicide with a sword in his right hand, and then blood flowed down the sword to his hand. ”

However, the more he explained, the more Tang Jin's brows wrinkled, and he muttered unconsciously: "It doesn't make sense?" How could someone like him commit suicide? ”

Zhang Qiyu is not very familiar with Tang Jin, but Tang Jin still understands his general character. This is a cowardly who is afraid of death to the limit, in order to survive, he can give up everything, and even betray his master who has served for many years, this kind of person will commit suicide, do you dare to believe it?

"Dad, can you find out this Zhang Qiyu's life experience? If you can, see if he's a member of any denominational organization. Tang Jin turned his head to look at Tang Duo and said.

"Sect?" Tang Duo asked rhetorically for some reason, and then didn't ask much, turned his head and went out to order. Tang Jin, on the other hand, was still looking at the corpse on the ground, and his brows couldn't help but frown a little more.

It's just that Tang Duo will be asked to check whether the other party has joined a sectarian organization, because it can make a person who is afraid of death so much that he can abandon anything willingly commit suicide, and there is almost no other possibility besides faith. For a fanatical believer, it is a supreme honor to die for the god he believes in, and at this time, no matter how timid he is, he can "dedicate" himself without hesitation.

Inexplicably, Tang Jin had a feeling. Because of the pseudo-martial arts that he researched as the beginning, in addition to the martial idiots who need to worry about now, there seems to be something else that is terrible, which leads the whole thing in a strange direction.

"Alas...... The master is just tinkering with martial arts, how can he do so many things......"

(To be continued)