In a small earthen city in Tibet, there is a restaurant called Manye Qi, which was built in the center of the street of Xiaotucheng, because it was still March, the wind was strong and urgent, shaking the whole wooden house creaked, and the dilapidated roof and rotten door cracks often penetrated the cold wind, invading the diners who ate meat and drank wine inside.

At this time, it was getting late, and there were usually no more guests, and the shopkeeper of the restaurant named Tu Bi Khan was leisurely wiping the wine jar that had just come out of the cellar by the counter, and in front of the counter was his friend, a mercenary Hu merchant.

"Hahahaha, Tublai Khan, look at it, look at it, this is something I stole from the Uighurs, it is said that when they were sacrificing to the gods, something suddenly appeared on the altar inexplicably!" Bellerel mysteriously pulled an object out of his bag and gently placed it on the table.

Tublai took the ragged linen cloth and wiped the wine jar, at first glance he may have thought that there was nothing else, but at the second glance, he was attracted by this thing, and lowered his head close to the table, carefully examining this unique thing.

This chic thing is a combination of a long round tube and a curved handle, but there is a round hole and a crescent-shaped thing in the middle, the tube is carved with a strange pattern, and the smooth brown handle is also carved with a black circular pattern, it is not clear whether it is the sun or the moon, and there is a circle of strange words around this circular pattern, which has never been seen by the well-informed wine family.

Tubli sniffed against his nose, and smelled a fragrant smell of medicine from this unique thing, like sulfur, but not sulfur, and his eyes widened, and he began to discuss with Bole.

The wind whined through the small dirt city, the roof creaking with planks rattling, and a black-clad assassin was lying on a wooden beam, half of his head exposed, his eyes locked on a fat man below.

The black-clad assassin reached his hand to the back of his waist, clenched the cold, jet-black steel dagger, and slowly propped up his other hand, like a lion ready to raid his prey, bowing down from the fragile wooden beam, the short knife slowly unsheathed, making a slight hissing sound and hiding in the whining wind, hidden very appropriately.

Syllable!

The door opened, and a hurried cloaked figure entered.

"Who?"

Tublai Khan was checking the chic thing when he heard the violent push at the door, and looked up, and the man who came was dusty, wearing a hat on his head and a sword at his waist. At a glance, he viciously recognized that the person who deliberately concealed his appearance and identity was not a local, and it could be seen from the long sword in his hand that it was most likely a Tang person, "Guest officer, we are closed!" ”

The knight in the hat didn't care, but walked straight towards a fat man, pressed his sword on the table, smashed it loudly in the silence, and then slowly sat down under his terrified gaze.

"Guest! We're closed! Tublai Khan put down the unique thing in his hand, continued to emphasize, and stepped forward, ready to drive the people away, and several men behind him also picked up the butcher's knife and walked over together.

At this time, the fat man sitting on the opposite seat, sweating profusely, stood up, took out a piece of gold from his bosom and stuffed it into Tublai Khan's arms, and told him to go back.

Tublai Khan saw the gold blocking the road, swallowed his saliva, and even the Tubo men at the five tables around him made the sound of swallowing saliva, how could he not open his eyes when he saw the money.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's naturally no problem, no problem, we didn't close, how offended, don't be surprised, haha, hahaha!" Tubran grabbed the nugget, put it in his bosom, hid it in his coat pocket, waved his hand at the man behind him to show that it was all right, and continued back to the shabby and dirty counter, picked up the old rag, wiped the chic object, and pointed the mouth of the barrel to his eyes, trying to see what was inside.

As Tublai Khan put away the gold nuggets, the Tubo people in the restaurant began to chat, complaining about the ghostly weather that blew the wind and wind.

The Assassin hiding on the beams of the house had to hide his form anew.

The fat man was in a cold sweat, looking at the face that was completely covered under the hat, although he couldn't see the appearance, he knew that this person was the person he betrayed back then, and now he came to the door, it must be for revenge, according to the man's ruthless nature, he should have killed himself.

"Put... Let me go, I was also confused back then, thinking that I would not be punished for doing evil things, please! ”

The man in the hat and cloak sat upright like a clock, but he judged the fat man in front of him like a demon, "Cut off your own arm, or will I do it?" ”

The fat man shrank in the chair, his face was as ugly as boiled chaff, his eyes trembled, and the lines of sweat were like streams scattered from his forehead and scratched his whole face.

Glancing at the counter at the counter, the two men were silently facing each other, and now that he had collected the money, it seemed that he would collect the corpses later, and continued to fiddle with the magical thing, breaking a small round stone where the thing was bent, and the cylinder made a loading sound.

"Hey!" Tublai glanced at Bo Lejin in front of him in surprise, turned the barrel mouth, pointed the muzzle of the gun at Bo Lejin, grabbed the outer ring of the gusset, and listened with his ears, but there was no movement.

With a snort, Tublai Khan didn't know what was going on, and continued to shake the iron round stone in the bend part, once, twice, without a sound, even more curious about what it was, his finger slid to the position of the trigger, and the dark muzzle of the gun pushed up to the center of Bo Le's eyebrows.

Then Bo Lelish took it and made the correct gesture to take the gun, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Tubilant, but he just held the grab handle with both hands, and did not pull the trigger with his fingers.

Tublai Khan begged again, holding the old musket in one hand, and carefully weighed it, the muzzle of the gun always pointed at Bo Lejin's forehead.

Above the wooden beam of the restaurant, the assassin stared at the fat man, the steel knife in his hand was close to the scabbard on his waist, and his breathing was a little short, because the man with the hat and cloak pressed her very hard, and the slightest carelessness would fail to assassinate her, but she had just overheard, she knew what the man in the hat and cloak said, just like her, he was the enemy of the fat man, and the mysterious man in the cloak wanted to cut off one of his arms, and she wanted his life!

Carefully, like a turtle crawling, he slowly removed the iron grenade from his waist, slowly put it to his mouth, and bit the pull ring with his teeth.

The wind whined and whined outside, and the wooden planks of the restaurant creaked and made an old sound.

Hearing the sound, the man in the hat and cloak suddenly raised his head, revealing a white scholarly face, his eyes wandered between the beams of the room, as if he wanted to find something, but he found nothing, lowered his head, and looked coldly at the fat man whose heart was like a knife.

"It seems that you don't want to do it, why don't I come!" The man in the hat cloak picked up the long sword on the table, grasped the hilt of the knife with one hand, and slowly pulled it out, the cold light slowly flashed through the fat man's desperate eyes, this is also a steel sword!

"Sikong Sect Master, it's good to let go of your subordinates, how can there be a doctor in this remote earth city, breaking an arm is tantamount to death!" The fat man cried and begged for mercy, he was sad, he finally escaped from the Tang Dynasty and lived in seclusion, just because he didn't want the sins of the year to come to the door.

"You betrayed me, Tu Shen! The price will always come, and you can't escape! ”

After Sikong Ming finished speaking, he slashed away with a sword, cutting off the fat man's arm across his shoulder.

There was a bang on the counter and a bang!

Lan'er, the black-clothed man on the beam, threw the grenade in front of the cloaked man, and at the same time turned over and fell down like a wild cat, like a bat with open wings, and pounced on the head of Tu Shen, who was falling, and a trace of reminiscing about the past struggles flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he stabbed it and turned around to dodge under the table next to him.

Tublai held the witchcraft in horror, looked at the fallen Bo Lezhen, his eyes stared, and before he knew what was happening, the grenade exploded, and the whole restaurant could not withstand the impact of the explosion, and collapsed.

In the deserted earthen city, the whining wind blew through the broken wine flags planted on the wooden piles, and a small black figure flew through the streets. Read the latest chapter of "Steamed Tang Claw Book House" for free for the first time.