Huang Xing put on the clothes given to him by the old beggar, called Huazi Xingtou, and mixed in between the old beggar and his two apprentices. Don't say it, except for the body that looks stronger, you really can't find anything wrong.

A group of them, reclining on the root of the north wall opposite the cherry blossom building. While basking in the sun, I grabbed the lice on my body. Huang Xing is different from them in that they will go to the noodle restaurant from time to time to ask for food. And Huang Xing pretended to sleep all day long, just like them to catch lice.

Three days passed, and the three Japanese never appeared. With his many years of experience in reconnaissance, it is difficult to get started in a Japanese trading company. Not only did he not know what was going on inside, but he couldn't even confirm how many people were inside. So, the only place that is likely to succeed right now is the Sakura Building.

This afternoon. The sun is about to hit the mountains in the west. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind. After a while, I saw a dense cloud of black ash rising in the southwest sky. Like a galloping horse, it pressed towards their heads. A storm is coming.

Huang Xing saw that the old man was casually looking, and he glanced at himself, and he understood the meaning. These days, the old and young are called flowers, and they accompany him to endure hardships. As usual, after calling Hanako to lunch, they would go back to their lodgings to sleep and play. But in order to cover Huang Xing, they had to spend time on the street.

God, it's going to rain. Huang Xing is also ready to close the stall in advance, so as not to get everyone drenched in the rain. When he was about to get up, he suddenly saw the three Japanese, accompanied by a young man with glasses, chattering and walking into the cherry blossom building.

Huang Xing suddenly came to his senses. He stood up with a "poof". He whispered to the old man, "That group of brutes is here, and the little ones will go to the toilet to get their burdens back." ”

After saying that, he hurried towards the latrine across the road. After a while, a middle-aged man with a gray beard came out of it, wearing a suit, a black top hat, gold-trimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose. The man nodded slightly at the beggars as he passed them. Then, in a very stylish way, I walked into the Sakura Building.

Huang Xing entered the Sakura Building and walked straight towards the second floor. He had already scouted that the second floor was a private room, and the first floor was a loose platform. The group of Japanese was in a private room on the second floor.

He walked slowly down the hallway, listening intently to the sound of the house. When he arrived at the innermost room, Huang Xing confirmed that the Japanese he was looking for was inside. So, he simply straightened his clothes, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took two puffs, then pushed the door open and walked in. Inside, it was three Japanese people he was familiar with, and a young man. Seeing Huang Xing breaking in, the three Japanese looked a little nervous. I saw that fat man, glaring at Huang Xing, and shouted: "Baga! What do you do? ”

Huang Xing smiled and bowed and said, "I'm looking for me." ”

The fat man waved his hand at him, looked impatient, and said, "Go!" Go! Go! There is no son of yours here. ”

Huang Xing apologized to him, nodded and smiled, and hurriedly exited the door.

How did the Japanese know, as soon as Huang Xing entered and exited, he flicked a soybean-sized incense under the table. At this time, Huang Xing couldn't take care of the morality of the rivers and lakes. Besides, there is no morality to talk about when dealing with animals.

He asked for a private room opposite, ordered tea and said that he wanted to wait for someone. I drank tea while listening to the movement on the other side. First, there was talk and laughter for a while, and then gradually lost their voice.

Huang Xing saw that the time had come, so he pushed open the door and looked inside. And he saw that three of them had fallen on the table. The fat man had a crooked wine glass in his hand, and his mouth was humming like a dream.

So he dodged in and closed it again. No nonsense, a whirlwind action, in the blink of an eye, cut the arteries of four Japanese. In an instant, pillars of blood shot out. The elegantly furnished elegant room was instantly transformed into a slaughterhouse full of blood.

Huang Xing glanced at the Japanese with disgust, east to west, blood gushing from his neck. On the fat man's clothes, he wiped the blood stains from the knife and calmly walked towards the door.

Huang Xing is worthy of being a well-trained master. wiped the necks of four people, and there was not a drop of blood left on his body.

As soon as he went out, he was confronted by a Japanese ronin. At the same time as the Japanese pushed open the door of the private room. As soon as Huang Xingmeng turned around, the sharp blade had already slashed through the throat of the Japanese. Huang Xing was on his back and gently pushed. The Japanese fell softly into the house.

But just as Huang Xing closed the door and turned around. In front of me, there was a waitress with a panicked look - she was a Chinese girl.

The power of extreme fear made her tremble like a sifting chaff as she held the wine tray. Huang Xing stared at her with earnest eyes, and whispered: "I slaughtered a few beasts, don't make a noise, wait for me to go downstairs, and you will call people again." ”

After saying that, he hurried downstairs. When Huang Xing was about to walk out of the door, a terrifying scream suddenly came from upstairs: "Murder!" Killed! ”

For a while, the people upstairs and downstairs were in a riot. Huang Xing, but he has disappeared on the dark road.

At this time, the sky was already drizzling. The sky was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Through the dim street lamp, Huang Xing saw that two thin figures were still shaking at the root of the wall opposite. Huang Xingdun felt a fever in his heart.

At this time, a group of Japanese who seemed to be crazy rushed out of the Sakura Building like hungry wolves. The beastly howl mingled with the "crackling" sound of the planks hitting the road beneath their feet. In this dark night sky, spreading. Huang Xing had several ups and downs, and had arrived on another secluded street.

Huang Xing, came to the place where the clothes were hidden in advance. I changed my clothes, picked up my backpack, and disappeared into the night.

Afraid of the dawn, the Japanese will find the ferry. Huang Xing found a boatman, lied that there was an emergency at home, paid three times the boat money, and sent himself across the Yellow River. On the shore, Huang Xing walked all the way. When I arrived at the city of Tongguan, it was already midnight. So I found a small hotel outside the gate and stayed. I plan to go straight to Xi'an after dawn.

Huang Xing ran around for half the night, although he was very tired. But lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep over and over. It stands to reason that his blood feud has been avenged, and he should feel comforted in his heart. You should feel a little relaxed and happy. But at this time, Huang Xing didn't feel excited at all. He repeatedly recalled what the old beggar had said: To kill the Japanese is to release the Chinese. Has humanity been so sad that it wants to kill one kind of person and release another kind of life?

He just can't figure it out, what are the Japanese doing in China when they are not in their own country and live a safe and stable life? Moreover, he was overbearing and killed people everywhere. It doesn't matter if it's a family feud or a national hatred. Huang Xing did what he thought he should do, physically and mentally, but he fell into the abyss of confusion again.

I didn't close my eyes all night. As soon as it was dawn, Huang Xing walked out of the hotel. At this time, the sun in the east has just emerged from the mountain. The winding Yellow River has been dyed into a charming ribbon. In the distance, the peaks and mountains are stacked and green, and the forest is lush and fragrant. It can really be said: "A song of Kunlun water from the west cuts off the Taihua Mountain in the middle." ”

Look at the majestic pass, like a shield poured with steel and copper, holding its chest high and proud of the world.

Huang Xing has been in and out of Tongguan many times, but he has never felt like today. He took a deep breath in the cool, sweet air. I thought: Little Japan, you can't pass Tongguan!