As the night grew darker, the fire grew stronger, and the old blacksmith's face was gilded with gold. [Ran^Text^Library] []novel.wxs520.cThe two of them have a match and a little bit of Chen Guzi's messy past.

Suddenly, the old blacksmith stopped answering.

"Why don't you speak?" The old lady put down the vegetables in her hand and looked up.

At some point, three people came into the courtyard.

The three men were dressed in black trousers and black hoods over their heads, leaving only two holes in their eyes to show their eyes.

All three have pistols in their hands!

"Ahh The old lady exclaimed, and subconsciously looked at the small door behind the courtyard.

"It's useless, they guard the little door." The old blacksmith said calmly.

Sure enough, a man turned out from behind the small door with a gun in his hand.

The old couple is surrounded!

"Old woman, don't be afraid, we're all old bones, what else is there to be afraid of?" The old blacksmith comforted the old lady and said.

Then, the old blacksmith slowly took out the red-hot iron from the furnace with his iron tongs, placed it on the steel pier beside it, and swung the hammer with his right hand, striking the iron billet one by one.

"You guests, it's not a good time!" He said lightly.

A man in black walked up to the stove and asked in a low voice, "Zhenyuan Treasure Knife, where is it?" ”

"That broken knife they asked me to copy last year? They took it long ago! The old blacksmith replied, "How did you know about it?" ”

The man in black snorted coldly, "You can fool those fools with those tricks, but you can't fool us." The two handfuls they took were both copied by you, and they are really still in your hands! You lied to them! ”

As he spoke, he raised the muzzle of his gun slightly and aimed it at the old blacksmith's chest, "If you are a smart person, you should know from this formation, do you think we will leave if we can't get the sword?" ”

The old blacksmith paused, looked around, and then shook his head, "Then stay here!" ”

The man in black, who had been standing far away, waved his hand, and the man in black next to him walked straight to the old lady, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the old lady, and pressed it against the wall.

The old lady stared at the man in black standing in the distance, and suddenly shouted hoarsely: "You thing with a beast's heart!" I know who you are! Don't think I can't recognize you with a black cloth over my face! ”

Grabbing her in the hands of the man in black, the old lady finally couldn't scream.

The old blacksmith sighed and said, "Old woman, what a mistake, I have seen it a long time ago, and I have not said a word, do you think we can survive tonight?" ”

The man in black in the distance snorted, stuck the gun at his waist, and walked towards the old lady step by step.

The man walked up to the old lady and stopped, pulled out a dagger from his lap, cut a piece of cloth from the old woman's body with a "swish", and shoved the cloth into the old woman's mouth.

"For the sake of your husband and wife, you should say it, otherwise, your wife will probably suffer a little!" The man in black in front of the stove said gloomily.

The old blacksmith did not answer, but still hammered the iron billet.

The cold dagger struck the old lady's forehead and swam around her face, and the old lady's mouth was gagged, and she made a few muffled sounds in her throat. Blood flowed down her face, and her face soon turned blood-red.

The old blacksmith's face twitched a few times.

"Old woman, I didn't let you enjoy happiness in this life, but when I was dying, I made you suffer!" He whispered, as if he were talking to an old lady, and as if he were talking to himself.

He was still beating the iron billet again and again, but his tears flowed down his old cheeks, big drops, splashing in the fire in front of him, and with a "pop", a mist rose from the furnace.

At this moment, a man in black came down from the upper floor.

"Found it!" He said, holding up the burden in his hand.

The baggage opened, revealing the yellow brocade inside, and then the brocade was opened to reveal an antique treasure knife.

Zhenyuan Treasure Knife!

"Isn't it just a broken knife, why did you go to great lengths to get this knife? Don't just want to resell artifacts? The old blacksmith asked suddenly.

Seeing that the man in front of the old lady signaled, the man in black in front of the stove sneered and said, "It's okay to tell you, anyway, you are a dying person." This knife will be used as the command knife of General Yokota of the Japanese Defense Forces, and its significance lies in the fact that when fighting with China in the future, it can not only inspire the morale of the Japanese soldiers, but also hit the morale of the Chinese people. ”

The man in black in front of the old lady nodded, wiped the blood stains on the dagger on the old lady's body, inserted it into the scabbard, and whispered into the old lady's ear: "I have a wish, which is to skin you alive!" ”

After the man in black finished speaking, he grabbed the old lady's face and pulled it hard.

The old lady let out a low, heart-rending roar deep in her throat, then fell silent.

A bloody face was held in the man's hand! All that remained of the old lady's face was a blur of flesh.

"Traitor!" The old man gritted his teeth and cursed, and the hammer in his hand suddenly turned with a strong wind, striking the lower part of the furnace, making a loud "clang".

The burning charcoal in the stove suddenly flew into the air, like a brilliant firework, illuminating the courtyard in a snowy light.

The iron tongs in the old blacksmith's hand were thrown in the brilliant fireworks, and pierced the man in black standing in front of the old lady.

The "bang" of a gunshot is the kind that has been weakened by the muffler.

After the gunshot, the old blacksmith seemed to be drunk, shook a few times, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The pincers fell from mid-air, but they didn't hit the man in black.

Another gunshot rang out, and the old lady fell to the ground.

The group quickly disappeared without a trace.

Mo Rufeng drove a motorcycle on a mountain road.

Although Mo Rufeng's driving skills are very good, at this speed, he was still in distress several times and almost fell off a cliff on the side of the road.

But he couldn't do that much, he just wanted to get home a minute early.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, he finally arrived at the door.

The small courtyard of the farmhouse in this mountain village is lonely and quiet, like an old monk who has settled down. The door to the courtyard was open, but there was no light inside.

He pulled his motorcycle to the side of the road and rushed into the courtyard.

"Dad! Mother! He shouted.

No one agreed.

He felt the switch on the door frame, and with a "snap", the light in the small courtyard turned on.

He was stunned by what he saw. The courtyard was a mess, and the old lady and the old blacksmith were lying in pools of blood.

He rushed over and took the old lady in his arms, only to find that the skin on her face was gone, and the blood-red muscles and bones of Bai Sensen were exposed. There was not a trace of heat in her body.

He rushed over again and took the old blacksmith into his arms, the old blacksmith was not yet completely stiff, but there was no breath left.

Mo Rufeng had learned wilderness rescue knowledge in the army, and he knew that his parents had been dead for a long time, and rescue was impossible.

When he put down the old blacksmith, he was surprised to find half an old newspaper beside the old blacksmith, and he picked up the old newspaper, only to see that there was a large letter written in blood on the newspaper.

"Text"!

It must have been written by the old blacksmith when he was dying, with his finger dipped in blood.

That was the last message he left for his son.