Chapter 23: The Drunkard Killer

Black poison, a deadly poison hidden in the darkness of the night.

Silent and nameless and no one knows him, that's what he wants, so he gave himself such a name back then.

Over the years, it has indeed been done. The prestige of the seven wolves is growing, but there are very few who really know about his black poison.

How many people have you killed? Black poison is also not clear.

Some people say that he is the sharpest spear in Kang Zhendai's hand, and black poison never makes any excuse for this. This is actually very good, the benefits are shared together, and the notoriety is thrown to Kang Zhendai.

Tonight is another good deal, so many goods can be exchanged for a lot of good things.

Black Poison doesn't know why Kang Zhendai would kill a group of poor military households so much, there must be something greasy here.

An arrow burst into the air, its sharp voice harsh in the silence of the night, and the red light dragged the fish's tail into the sky.

Black Poison clenched the reins of the horse and raised his hand slightly, "Tia, take someone to pick up Uraka, remember, don't kill the surnamed Tie first, I have something to ask him." ”

"Yes!"

Tia rode forward, leading a dozen horse bandits towards the yurt in the distance.

Black Poison didn't move, and he remained where he was with the two horse bandits. Seeing Tia's figure disappear into the night, Black Poison's eyebrows tightened, and a trace of bad feeling suddenly appeared.

Why is it so uneasy?

A cronie next to him took off the wine bag next to him and poured it hard.

"Boss, it seems that Uraka and they are doing quite well, I thought they would be able to survive when they had to pass the child."

An unintentional remark, but it made the black poison wake up suddenly.

"Not good! Something is wrong over there in Uraka! ”

If the game had been broken from the beginning and the two sides had started fighting, Uraka would have fired the arrow a long time ago.

If all goes well and the fat sheep is charmed, the time for Uraka to release the arrow should be after the child hour.

In short, the timing of the arrow was wrong.

found that it was wrong, but it was too late, and Tia and those people were riding fast horses, and they couldn't catch up if they wanted to catch up at this time.

Black Poison gritted his teeth, still beating his horse and running towards the yurt.

As he got closer and closer to the yurt, the heart of the black poison sank.

There was thick smoke billowing from it, and there was a yurt burning with flames, and the wind blew the afterfires, mixed with a strange smell.

Black Poison is all too familiar with this smell, it is the smell of charred corpses and blood. Gradually, a faint sound of fighting could be heard.

There was blood and fire, but no one left.

Black Poison is completely desperate.

It's over, fooled, Tia and those people are made dumplings.

Black Poison clenched his hands unwillingly, he couldn't understand what was wrong with Uraka, he couldn't send a message until he died, and even fell the arrow into the other party's hands.

Is this group of people really just a group of military households who don't want to die?

Look at the killing situation, counter-kill the people of Uraka, and capture the arrows, and the plan will be calculated.

If this group of undead military households is a pack of vicious wolves, then they must have a wise wolf king.

.......

Black Poison watched from afar, and when he was sure that no one had returned, he let out a long sigh.

"Let's go!"

"Boss, Tia and them...... We don't care? ”

"If you want to die, you can save Tia!"

The black poison turned the horse's head, and there was no trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Seven wolves are a group of outlaws who have come together for profit, and they have entered this industry, and they have their own destiny in life and death.

Loyalty? What a luxury.

Black Poison didn't care about the other two cronies, and just wanted to shake the reins of the horse, there was a sound of light footsteps in his ears.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and it seemed that someone was running towards this place in the night. Black Poison pulled out the scimitar on his horse's back and cautiously scanned the surroundings.

By the dim light of the star, he saw a vague figure, a man running rapidly, like a fierce cheetah, with a long knife in his hand dragging backwards.

That person was too fast, and the black poison didn't have time to run away, so he instinctively swung his knife to catch up. The man was tall, but not clumsy at all, and watched the scimitar slash at the top of his head, bent down to dodge, and the long knife in his hand swept upwards and towards the black poison's wrist.

Black Poison's heart tightened, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, he had never seen such a strange move since he could remember.

If the scimitar continues to cut, the opponent's back will definitely be injured, but his own hand will definitely not be saved.

Black Poison didn't want to make this kind of exchange, so he had no choice but to give up. But as soon as the wrist was withdrawn, the man jumped forward, turned around violently, flipped his right wrist, and the long knife was instantly handed to his left hand, and then his left hand took advantage of the momentum and waved.

The knife was as swift as a meteor, cutting through a beautiful arc.

The long knife swept over, and the burly man fell to the ground with it. He didn't look at the black poison on the horse's back, but hunched his back and ran forward, the long knife in his hand slashed left and right, it didn't seem to have any moves, but the speed of the knife was terrifyingly fast, and the two horse bandits behind the black poison had no power to parry, snorted, and rolled off the horse.

The two cronies died, and the black poison was still sitting on horseback, but the scimitar in his hand slipped from his hand.

He slowly raised his hands and covered his neck, but no matter how he covered it, blood still oozed from between his fingers.

Black Poison opened his eyes and looked at the man in horror.

With such fast knife skills and weird moves, he really looks like a person.

"You..... You..... Be..... Sand ghosts! ”

The man put the long knife on the ground, tapped the handle with his fingers, and said nonchalantly: "Many years have passed, but I didn't expect anyone to remember Lao Tzu." ”

"Sand Ghost...... Ahem..... Don't be wronged......"

Black Poison laughed miserably, and rolled off the horse. The hands fell weakly, and blood gushed out.

The man sighed, and the long knife slashed hard.

.......

In the flickering yurt, Tiemo sat on the ground covered in blood. A tragic battle was over, and the remnants of the seven wolves were removed, but Tiemo was not happy at all.

Although the ambush had been prepared earlier, although there was a calculation or not, four brothers still died.

Seven wolves, worthy of being famous horse bandits for a long time, more than a dozen people, with an absolute disadvantage, can even drag four military households on their backs.

A man with ragged hair walked in with a footstep that he didn't recognize, dragging a knife in his right hand and a human head in his left.

After seeing Tiemo, he threw the human head over.

A human head suddenly appeared in front of him, Tie Mo jumped up suddenly, and then glared at the other party, "Sand sculpture? You killed this man? ”

The gopher found a corner and sat down, and poured two sips of wine. Seeing Tiemo's expression of disbelief, he shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "I didn't kill it, or did you kill it?" What do you think? Lao Tzu told you that he would not drink your wine in vain. ”

"Who is he?"

"Black poison!"

"He's black poison? You slaughtered the black poison? ”

Tie Mo was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but stare at the gopher twice, he really couldn't see through this lazy man with a broken jacket more and more.

"Sand sculpture, who the hell are you?"

"Lao Tzu is called a sand sculpture, and the temple is a drunkard in the Dark Village Fort, as for the past, I can't remember it!" The gopher was wrapped in a torn jacket, and his head rested on the handle of the knife and fell asleep.

The gopher didn't want to mention the past, so Tiemo didn't continue to ask. However, there is still a question lingering in my mind.

"Don't be busy sleeping, where did you get this long knife in your hand?"

"Brought along the way!" The gopher pursed disdainfully.

"Along the way? Where did you hide your knife? Why didn't I find out? ”

"Where are you hiding? You guess! ”

Tie Mo was angry, and spat at the drill gopher. I guess? I guess you're a sister.