In a hurry, it took them more than an hour to reach a hut.

The child pointed to the hut and said, "This is it." ”

The door was closed, and they probably hadn't gotten up yet. Yang Congyi said quickly, "Go and see." ”

The catcher stepped forward and asked, "Is anyone home?" A few times no one answered. He took a few steps closer, listened to the silence in the room, and said, "They don't seem to be at home." ”

The child said, "No way, I saw two people going up the mountain last night, and they are the only family on this mountain." ”

"Really? He didn't believe it, so he tried to push the door, but the door didn't move, the door was closed from the inside, they must be at home, he turned back to ask Yang Congyi's opinion.

Yang Congyi felt strange in his heart, since he was at home, why shouldn't he be silent, he shouted loudly inside the house, "Is anyone there?" After a few moments, there was still no movement in the house. He said to the catcher, "Go in and see what's going on." As he spoke, he stepped forward.

Catch in front of the door and kick open the door to enter the house first.

Yang Congyi had just arrived at the door, and was about to enter the house, only to hear a bang, and then a figure flew in front of him, lifting his qi and protecting himself between the electric light and flint, but his body didn't have time to make any evasive movements, and he was solidly knocked away by the figure and landed a foot away.

Under the sudden and powerful impact, he felt that his eyes were full of stars, his qi and blood were surging, and his breathing was extremely unsmooth.

The other catcher and the child were so shocked by the change in the blink of an eye that they retreated again and again, and when they turned around and saw Yang Congyi struggling on the ground, they hurriedly went over to help him up, and looked at the black hole and suddenly felt infinite fear.

Yang Congyi didn't have time to think about it, sat on the ground with his eyes closed, put his palms on the dantian, and began to exercise to regulate his breath.

The catcher who fell to the side did not move, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. The remaining one caught quickly, knife in hand, across his chest, staring at the half-open door.

Between a few breaths, the surging qi and blood in Yang Congyi's body calmed down, and he turned his head to look at the catcher who fell to the ground, and quickly jumped up to check on his situation.

There was no blood in his mouth and nose, and when he reached out, there was no snort, Yang Congyi flattened him, tore his shirt, and pressed his chest with both hands. After four or five strokes, the catcher suddenly coughed, began to gasp for air, and opened his eyes. Yang Congyi pulled up his clothes, wiped the beads of sweat from his face, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

The catcher reluctantly replied, "It's okay, I can't die." ”

The other catcher was in front of them, and when he saw his companion wake up, he was overjoyed, and was about to ask, but he heard Yang Congyi shout into the house, "Who are you?" Dare to hurt someone! ”

At this time, a rough voice came from inside the house, "Damn, don't let people sleep, and then make a noise to kill you!" ”

Yang Congyi turned around and picked up the spear that fell on the ground, held it in his hand, protected it in front of him, and shouted, "Bold, in broad daylight, threatening officials and obstructing the government's handling of cases, do you know what kind of crime this is!" ”

The rough voice came from inside the room again, "You fuck, you really don't want Lao Tzu to sleep well." ”

Then the door was kicked open, and a black-faced man walked out of the door with a big knife, and when he saw that it was just three small catchers, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Three dog-legged people dare to bark in front of Uncle Ben, I don't know uncle, I don't even pay attention to the emperor Lao'er who shrank in Lin'an?" You come over and kowtow to the uncle a hundred times, and maybe the uncle will spare your life as soon as he is happy. Come on, hurry up. As he spoke, the tip of the knife tapped the snow in front of his feet.

The knife-wielding catcher looked at the momentum of the black-faced man and his big waist and round physique, so he asked tremblingly, "Brother Yang, what should we do, why don't we withdraw?" ”

Yang Congyi did not answer. When such a person appeared in the house, he knew that something was wrong, twenty-three of the twenty-four criminals in the Xiaosongpo bloody case escaped, and since the birthmark man was killed, his family would not be able to escape. Looking at the posture of the black-faced man, the family must have been more auspicious, and they knew that they should have gone up the mountain overnight last night, and they might be able to save their lives.

The big black man smiled unscrupulously, "Withdraw? It's so lightweight, don't you put the uncle's knife in your eyes? ”

Yang Congyi raised his gun and asked, "The people in the house were killed by you?" ”

The big black man raised the knife in his hand and said, "So what." Like this kind of villain who betrays his brother and does not pay attention to faith, if he does not kill his whole family, will he still be like an uncle? ”

Yang Congyi asked, "Who are you, dare to kill people indiscriminately, do you still have a royal law in your eyes?" ”

The big black man laughed, "It's too late to remember to ask grandpa's name now." But uncle, I am kind-hearted, let you be a ghost, this uncle is one of the five tigers of Tianzhu Mountain, the black iron cow, Niu Dingtian! Okay, come and kowtow, so that the uncle is satisfied, I can leave you a whole corpse. ”

Yang Congyi was taken aback, he hadn't heard of the black iron bull, but when the bandits of Tianzhu Mountain were saving people in Xiaosongpo, he heard those bandits talk about it, they were very powerful in the early years, and they have reunited in recent years. Then he asked, "Huaining Prison was robbed nine days ago, and you did it, right?" ”

The big black man walked towards Yang Congyi with a knife, and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid to tell you, anyway, you will be dead soon." Huaining Prison was robbed by my Tianzhu Mountain, and more than 40 people went up the mountain on a snowy night, and the stupid people in the government couldn't find out. Okay, all kneel, let the uncle cut one by one, don't delay the uncle to sleep,"

Yang Congyi raised his gun to stop the black-faced man from continuing to move forward, and hurriedly said to the catcher, "You go and report to the adults quickly." ”

Liang Yu said quickly, "Brother Yang, what should you do?" ”

Yang Congyi said, "I can get out, you guys go quickly." ”

The big black man stepped forward, raised his knife and slashed at Yang Congyi's head, and shouted, "No one can leave!" ”

Yang Congyi saw that this black-faced man had great strength, so he didn't dare to raise his gun to block, so he dodged and avoided it, and stabbed the opponent directly with his gun. The opponent swung the tip of the gun with a knife, Yang Congyi turned around and swept the opponent's next plate, and the opponent jumped away and retreated five feet.

The big black man stood on the ground and smiled, "The kid still has some skills, but no matter what skills you have in front of the uncle, you can't escape a dead word in the end." ”

From the intersection of swords and guns just now, Yang Congyi felt the strong strength of the other party, there is no chance of winning hard, there should be no problem waiting for the opportunity to escape, as long as he runs into the mountains and forests behind him, with the skills he has cultivated in the mountains in the past few years, he will definitely be able to escape this catastrophe.

But the uninjured catcher saw that the black-faced man was forced to retreat by Yang Congyi, misjudged the situation, and thought that Yang Congyi was better than the other party, so he wanted to stay and help the battle, so as not to fall into a reputation of being timid and afraid.

Seeing that they had no intention of leaving, Yang Congyi was anxious, and couldn't help but say angrily, "Hurry up, don't rub it off." ”

Seeing that Yang Congyi was angry, he thought that he would definitely not be able to protect the three of them, and he didn't want them to cause trouble. He hurriedly picked up his wounded companion, turned around and walked away with the child.

The black man shouted, "Where to go, leave it all to the uncle!" He jumped forward and raised his knife to slash at the catcher.

Yang Congyi saw that the other party did not come to hit him, but he went to kill the two unsuspecting catchers, and stabbed the opponent in the waist with a gun. If the big man wanted to insist on moving forward, he would definitely take a shot, although this shot would not be fatal, but he did not want to bleed because of a few puppies.

I saw that the big man stopped suddenly, stood up to block the spear, and then turned sharply close to the foot of the spear, and instantly came within three feet of Yang Congyi, and slashed his neck with a knife.

Yang Congyi was shocked, he didn't want this big black man to move so quickly, and he couldn't come back to defend himself, so he had to fall backwards. At this time, there was no room for maneuver, so he could only watch as the other party's long knife slashed at his neck.

The black man used the huge inertia of the rotating body to cut out the knife with a rapid force, and the middle of the body was all different, he didn't want to waste time, and as soon as he came up, he used this thunderbolt killing move, intending to defeat the enemy with one move.

Yang Congyi understood the truth that an inch is long and an inch is strong when he learned a gun, but when he intersected with the black man's blade just now, he knew that his spear was not strong, and he could only focus on defense, so he didn't use all his strength to take a shot from the opponent's waist, otherwise he would not have been able to fall backwards at all.

Between the lightning and flint, Yang Congyi only felt a gust of cold wind sweep through his neck, and the tip of the black man's swift knife was no more than an inch away from his throat. He dodged the fatal blow, rolled over and leaped to get out of range of his opponent's long knife.

The black man was a little surprised when he missed the blow, and glanced at the two catchers who were running away, he swung his knife and killed Yang Congyi who was holding a gun, getting rid of him as a stumbling block, and then killing those two was as easy as a hand.

Yang Congyi dodged the first knife, reflexively slammed towards the black man's face, did not wait for the other party to swing the knife to block the frame, halfway to collect the gun and stabbed the opponent's knee, the black man failed to block and retreated two steps, Yang Congyi was unforgiving, followed up and stabbed the opponent's heart, the black man raised the knife to swing the spear, the knife was not as good as the spear, and the gun was taken back to change the number of ways. The black man was a little careless for a while, and he was in a hurry.

He wants to buy more time for the two departing catchers, so he can only change his moves, change his moves halfway, and specifically look for the key parts of the black man's body to greet him, borrowing his eagerness to kill himself, and use the advantage of the spear to open the distance, interrupt his attack, and pick the fatal parts, forcing him to only return the knife to save himself, and unable to give full play to the close advantage of the knife and his own strength advantage.

In the offensive moves of Yang Congyi's marksmanship, as long as the opponent wields a knife to defend, almost all of them are half used, and they temporarily change their moves. Only when you feel that the other party can't dodge and can't block it will you go all out, the so-called virtual is real, and real-time is empty.

But Yang Congyi is not very experienced in battle, and there are no new moves to make after thirty moves, but fortunately, the moves are true or false, and the black man does not dare to rashly make a big move, and try the move.

After more than fifty moves, the black man became more and more anxious, although Yang Congyi couldn't hurt him, he couldn't attack Yang Congyi, and the two catchers who left first would definitely run away if they continued like this. He began to think of a way, he had to quickly take down the clown in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch up with them.

Seeing Yang Congyi swinging his gun and sweeping him down, he had an idea, jumped forward and pounced on Yang Congyi, protected himself with a knife, and slammed his left fist into the opponent's chest. As long as the blow is successful, the opponent will inevitably break the sternum and die on the spot.

Yang Congyi didn't expect the black man to advance instead of retreating, and for a moment of carelessness, the opponent's fist was already in front of him. I saw that he was short, and he rolled on his side, avoiding a punch.

The black man saw the opportunity, turned around and slashed at Yang Congyi's waist with a knife, this knife gritted his teeth, and only wanted to cut him into two pieces.

Yang Congyi didn't have time to get up, so he had to continue to roll on his side, but he was able to dodge a slash, but his clothes were not so lucky, and he was cut off a large piece. Seeing that the black man followed up with another knife, Yang Congyi shouted, "Shoot arrows quickly!" He took advantage of the fact that the other party's distraction knife was slow for a moment, and rolled out two feet to the side, only to feel a chill on his back, but he didn't have time to think about it, and when the black man turned around, he quickly got up and retreated, and distanced himself from the other party.

The big black man didn't chase anymore, lifted the knife to look at the blood on the tip of the knife, and finally smiled, "Good boy, make your grandfather so tired, see how long you can run again." ”

Yang Congyi only felt the pain in his lower back at this time, he reached out and touched it, only to feel slimy, and he instantly broke into a cold sweat, not only because of pain, but also because of fear, he was afraid of injury, and even more afraid of death.

Put his hand in front of him, only to see his hands full of bright red, looking at the blood on his hands, and at the same time feeling that his back waist was still bleeding, his face turned pale with fright, and his legs were instantly weak, he knelt on the ground with a spear, and looked up to see the black man who was holding a knife and enjoying blood alone, and the red sun rising in the sky was so hideous on his face, like a devil who escaped from hell.

Seeing that the other party was covered with blood, the black man's face turned from red to pale in an instant, his knees were weak, his eyes were blank, he laughed and said, "You dog-legged, uncle thinks you are so powerful, it turns out that it's just like this, you can't stop the uncle's move." Hahaha......"

After laughing, he wiped the blood stains on the tip of the knife on the snow, and stepped forward slowly with the knife, "The dog leg actually dared to fool your uncle just now, so that the uncle will have to spend another knife." But it doesn't matter, the uncle has strength. Raise your head a little higher, and the uncle will give you a good time. As he spoke, he came within five feet of Yang Congyi, and he wanted to come to an execution ground in front of him.

Yang Congyi knew that he would die, he couldn't win without being injured, and if he was injured, he could only wait for death, although he didn't want to die, but his knees were weak and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

Looking at the big black man who was getting closer and closer, he was full of remorse. Dying in such a sunny morning, the early spring when everything is about to recover, it is really ironic, he is unwilling, but he can't escape, maybe this is fate, he wants to change others, but even he can't change himself.

The black man enjoyed the psychological satisfaction before the killing, so he didn't care whether the other party was crying or scared. When he wants to kill someone, even if the other party kneels on the ground and begs for mercy, when the other party finishes kowtowing and sheds tears, he will also kill, just like Yang Congyi kneeling in front of him, no matter how scared and remorseful he is, he can't see it, he only has the head that is about to be cut off in his eyes.

He even wondered what the picture would look like when he rolled out and the blood was sprayed on the pure white snow, would it look like a red plum blossom on a snowy day? If so, then beheading is an art. If he showed it to the military advisor, he would definitely shut his mouth and see if he dared to say that he was a rough person and uneducated. He couldn't help but laugh as he imagined the embarrassment on the strategist's face when he saw his masterpiece.

Yang Congyi's tearful eyes were hazy, as if he saw light coming from the opposite woods, he took a closer look, and found that it was the sunlight reflected by the metal, he shouted, "Shoot!" ”

The black man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "The dog's legs can't move, and I still want to be your uncle." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air.

The big black man suddenly turned around and slammed the arrow away, the arrow was not fast, he laughed contemptuously.

When he was about to turn around again, he felt a chill in his heart, and looked down to see a half-shiny spear tip on his chest. His right hand holding the knife trembled violently, he didn't believe it was true, how could he capsize in the gutter for decades, he wanted to hold the knife tightly, the more he wanted to hold it tightly, the more he felt weak in his hand, and after struggling for a while, the knife in his hand finally fell to the ground and stuck in the snow. Looking at the blood gushing out of his chest, he wanted to say something, but his throat moved, but he couldn't say anything.

As the shiny tip of the spear slowly withdrew from his chest, he could clearly feel the pain of the tip of the spear rubbing against his body, and when the spear was completely separated from his body, the pain in his body lessened slightly, but he still couldn't breathe words in his throat, and his breathing became more and more difficult, and his legs began to tremble.

He didn't want to fall, but his eyelids grew heavier and darker, and he finally fell to the snow with a pop.

The blood didn't take long to stain the pure white snow beneath him, if he could see it with his own eyes, would he think that this was also a mockery of fate?