The old knife told the truth, swearing that Honggu was absolutely innocent, and it was at most a monetary transaction with Shen Shanren, one changed his face for him, and the other paid her.

Cang'er comforted Lao Dao: "There is a Du Sanye between you and Honggu, Du Sanye will not bend the public for personal gain, nor will he wronged good people, this matter will be handled by Du Sanye, I believe that the third master will grasp the proportion." ”

Cang Er has his plan: next he wants to organize a force to go to Yandang Mountain, the four ghosts follow the team, he is afraid that the catchers will be frightened when they see the four ghosts following behind him, so he considered the face of the four ghosts to be cosmetic into the appearance of the modern four ghosts, because of this idea, he asked Shen Shanren about the change of faces.

Lao Dao has studied Honggu's face swapping technique, which is undoubtedly an unexpected surprise, reducing a lot of unnecessary links. Cang Er and discussed with Lao Dao to arrange the four ghosts in the morgue, and the old knife secretly gave the four ghosts plastic surgery, and if there are any technical problems, you can consult Honggu, the only requirement is that Lao Dao must strictly guard his tone.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and the good news of the short knife of the electric road brand such as Cang'er. Lei Dao brand catch fast has not returned so far, Cang'er with the consent of Jiang Tao, sent the electric road brand to catch the tea master, it has been a night, and there is still no news from the short knife.

Cang'er is worried that the Killer Alliance will be the first to climb the four tips of Yandang Mountain, and if it can be brought to justice, it will be able to find out the whereabouts of the Killer Alliance and make corresponding countermeasures.

It's almost dawn, will the dagger return in triumph?

※May 29th, dusk, Golden Bud Tea House.

The teahouse closes early, the windows are closed, the indoor light is dim, the tea master sits alone, brews a pot of tea before Qingming, and then closes his eyes to recuperate.

A man gently pushed open the hidden door and slammed in.

"You're here." It looks calm and authentic.

The person who came was surprised: "Are you waiting for me?" ”

"Fat as a bucket and thin as a burden, as tall as a bamboo pole and as short as a knife, short knife head, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I specially opened the door for you." It looks like he doesn't even bother to raise his head.

"I arrested you, and you still have the courage to wait for me." The short knife said coldly.

He opened his eyes and smiled contemptuously: "If I run away, will you be able to catch me?" It is not certain who will kill the deer. He glanced at the door, "There's someone in ambush outside the door, right?" ”

The short knife turned pale like iron: "To deal with you, I am enough alone." ”

"Are you so confident? What to do against me? Is the bamboo leaf green? He asked three times.

Short knife's face changed.

Zhu Yeqing saw blood and sealed his throat, it was the murderous weapon of the Happy Gate swordsman, how could a catcher have such a terrible murder weapon with him?

looked like an understatement: "I don't mean anything else, this is the three-year undefeated golden bud I just brewed for you, you might as well sit down and chat with me, and I'll go with you immediately after drinking tea and chatting." ”

One is the murderer, the other is the catcher, the killer actually asked the catcher to drink tea and chat with him, where did this murderer come from?

The short knife sat down silently, and poured a cup of tea for him, and the short knife drank it without saying a word.

"You drink tea as if you're drinking, aren't you afraid that I'll poison you?" It looks like a deliberate short knife army.

"I'm born with no poison, do you believe it or not?" The dagger glanced at him.

looked like he didn't smile: "I believe, if it weren't for the flowers of the Dali Temple, your house would not be placed in the patrol room of Jingzhao Mansion." ”

Short knife's face changed again: "You know a lot." ”

He snorted: "It's like you know me as much." ”

Short knife temptation: "I'm afraid the happy door will come out, right?"

"As far as I know, the pole as high as a bamboo pole led the Lei Dao brand to go to the southeast of Qiandong, but I am afraid that this will be full of dangers, and there will be more than one luck." ”

"Alarmist, you dare to be the enemy of Jingzhao Mansion?" Short knives are-for-tat.

"Don't dare, Happy Gate doesn't want to set yourself on fire." It looks like it's authentic.

Short Knife was shocked: "You mean other dark forces?"

"Not bad" he said, "There are twists and turns, I'm afraid you know better than me, unless Lei Dao card catches quickly and knows how to protect yourself." ”

The short knife gasped.

Happy Gate acts for the heavens, killing local corrupt officials who loot the people's fat and ointment, and is regarded by some people as a thorn in the flesh, and wants to get rid of it quickly. Under the heavy reward, there are brave men in their hearts, and several notorious dark forces have stationed troops and surrounded the happy door. Although the Happy Gate is divided into two factions, the foreign enemy is current, and the two factions have the same hatred and hatred, relying on the primeval forest moat, and the dark forces are maneuvering, and no one on either side occupies the easy, and the stalemate has been a long time.

Lei Daopai broke into the light bamboo primeval forest, no matter what was done, it was okay to be idle, and the well water of the dark forces did not violate the river water. If you are nosy, the two sides will meet each other, and the weak Lei Dao brand will suffer a big loss.

Seeing that the short knife's face was blue and white for a while, he knew that the short knife was worried about the thunder road card catching fast, so he said cleverly: "Whether the thunder road card can be caught quickly or not, it depends on whether the card head rod dares to call the shots." ”

The short knife snorted and said, "What do you mean to let the Thunder Dao brand catch quickly form an alliance with the Happy Gate to resist the dark forces together?"

looks vivid: "As long as the interests are the same, why not." ”

The short knife said angrily: "How can the Jingshi patrol be in the same stream as the Happy Gate!" ”

looked disapproving: "Do you know your background?" Who are the parents?"

Short knife said lonely: "I am an orphan. ”

"No, you were born to be a Happy Gate person, because your parents are Happy Gate Heroes." Looks like a reminder of a short knife.

The short knife shook his whole body, and said indignantly: "I'm not!" When my parents gave birth to me, they had been expelled from the sect by their master. ”

He asked, "How much do you know?"

Shortknife was silent.

looked affectionate and said: "In terms of seniority, your parents are my two masters, although they exist in name only, the righteousness of master and apprentice is still there." ”

A subtle sneer rose at the corner of the short knife's mouth.

looked gloomy: "Whether you want to hear it or not, nominally I am your senior brother, you have to let me finish speaking." ”

The short knife face is expressionless.

It seems to tell the unbearable past.

In the Qiandongnan Danzhu Primeval Forest, a worldly master took in orphans from four villages and eight villages on the Qiandian Plateau and created a knife training camp: Happy Gate.

There were men and women in the first training camp, and what hung over their heads was the Happiness Gate: male and female swordsmen cannot love each other, and if they violate it, they will be killed.

In order to avenge their families, these hard-working orphans unconditionally accepted the Happy Gate Heavenly Rules.

The first level of the Happy Gate is to become a cryer, the rules are quite cruel, requiring every orphan to cry, cry dry tears, cry blood to dye the bamboo around him. If you cry for three days and three nights, you can't cry a little blood, and you become a live target for swordsmen.

These hard-working orphans wept to death when they remembered their tragic life experiences, crying heartbreakingly and weeping. Some cried and bleed to achieve the goal, and some were eliminated from the game to make a preparatory target.

One of the girls was about to cry for three days and three nights, but she still couldn't cry a trace of blood and tears, and she saw that she was about to become a live target. Looking at the bloodstained bamboo, the girl was unusually calm, as if it was not her blood that was shed, but the blood of the enemy.

None of the weeping cries accused the girl of cheating, and the owner allowed her to clear the customs.

A smile bloomed on the girl's face, and the smile caught the attention of a boy, who was the first to clear the level, and the girl's blind smile was extremely terrifying, but the boy felt breathtakingly beautiful.