Yang Fan walked into a market, and the smell of blood in it immediately came to his nose. Five or six bodies lay on the side by the extinguished fire. Except for one, Yang Fan recognized that it was a member of the Jinyi Guard, and the others should be members of the Green Gang.

He indifferently picked up the embroidered spring knife. The texture of holding in the hand is very good. Especially the weight, it is very well handled. Unsinkable. If you look closely, you can see that the shiny knife surface is engraved with fine lines in the dotted method, which is very exquisite.

Cough.

Yang Fan heard that the corpse closest to his feet didn't seem to be completely dead. The chest rose and fell violently, and it seemed that he was dying. He looked at the face. Except for the wide eyes, it is a very ordinary face with no features. If there are any characteristics, the thick scar on his neck proves that he "died" once. Such a person may have a light view of death.

"Can you still talk?"

"Yes...... In order to. His pupils were also slanted, and he had seen the man walking in early on. It's just that he understands that he is going to die, so he doesn't bother to deal with this person. However, he thought about it again, he was going to die anyway, so he should say something.

"What do you think...... Did you die unjustly? Yang Fan put the embroidered spring knife on the stove and gestured left and right, as if he did not pay attention to this dying man.

"What is there to be wronged. Those who do this are also half of the Jianghu people, and it is normal to kill and fight. I was ...... at the beginning Ahem...... Come with me, ...... together," the man paused for a moment, as if he was going to die, "five people, join the Green Gang." I'm the only one left. I'm the longest. His eyes were fixed, but his gaze seemed to grow farther and farther away.

"If I didn't die, at the end of this year, Widow Xu in Xikou and her daughters will be taken care of." Yang Fan heard that this meant that he was going to marry the widow. But looking at his age, he is only twenty years old, how can he think about marrying a widow? He asked, "What do you think?" Marry a widow. ”

"Ahem. Her tofu brain is delicious. In these years, business is not good, do this...... It's individual work again. Every time I see that thin arm grinding. It's strange and distressed. I saved up money and wanted to marry her. I know that there are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, but I am not a good person. As long as you look at the right eye, call her a widow. It's still a big girl. ”

"Does she like you too?" Yang Fan touched the blade of the knife with his left hand and asked.

The man froze, "I don't know." Well, it's always good to have a man to help her, though. If she doesn't want to, I will go to her house every day to help her and see if she is ashamed. Someday he'll promise me. A smile flashed across his face.

Yang Fan squinted his eyes and said, "It's indeed a good note." But do you understand, every business you do may cause the Ming soldiers who are still guarding in Liaodi to lose their lives. And one more widow. Waiting for someone else to take care of it. And they may hate the shameless people who killed their husbands. Do you understand? ”

"Then what are you doing with me?" He's a selfish man. "Blame the world. If you don't stand on your feet, these days, surviving is the king, and the rest is not bullshit. His face turned pleading, "I'm going to die." Please. "His clenched hand, at last, spread out, is blood-stained silver." These three taels of silver, do me a favor. sent it to the widow Xu in the West Exit, and said that the little second brother could no longer drink the tofu brain she made. ”

Yang Fan slowly placed the knife on his neck, "I will." The embroidered spring knife stabbed the man in the neck. Yang Fan pulled a clean cloth on him. He wrapped the silver, stuffed it into his chest, and then stood up and walked out of the market.

Autumn has risen, and the morning sun is sprinkled on this alley that is gradually subsiding, and it looks a little white. Yang Fan gradually walked deeper into the alley.

In the courtyard deep in the courtyard, Zhang Yao held an embroidered spring knife. Panting for breath, he stared at the old man opposite. Both of them have wounds on their bodies. However, it seems that Zhang Yao still has the upper hand.

The three elites of the Green Gang who fell on one side, and the five Jinyi guards, proved how fierce the fight had just happened. The big knife in Tie Yanxi's hand dragged on the ground, and the wound on his arm, the bubbling blood, flowed down the knife to the ground. He looked at Zhang Yao with a fierce look in his eyes, and said, "Sure enough, he is a ruthless master." ”

Zhang Yao sneered, and the long knife reached over, "Go die!" ”

The muscles behind Tie Yanxi squirmed viciously, and the big knife was lifted again, like a drill, and slashed towards Zhang Yao's body. The embroidered spring knife turned and collided with the big knife, flashing a trace of spark. Zhang Yao felt the force in his hand sink, turned the blade, and picked it to the side.

Tie Yanxi snorted, and the big knife that was picked aside came from the bottom to the top again.

Zhang Yao's embroidered spring knife, the tip of the knife slapped on the side of the big knife over there, and a trace of arc was cut in the air, "You are old!" ”

A knife sealed his throat, and Zhang Yao's body brushed the long knife. The embroidered spring knife in his hand pierced straight into Tie Yanxi's throat, and the blood flowed from the corners of the old man's mouth, but his eyes stared at Zhang Yao playfully.

"I said you're old." Zhang Yao's knife was drawn, and the old man slowly fell, and the Shanxi Green Gang never recovered. The knife in Zhang Yao's hand fell to the ground, and he slowly walked to the pillar and sat down. Watching the early morning sun sprinkle in the courtyard, he slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his hands. Looking at Yang Fan, who slowly walked in the courtyard, he was about to stand up.

"Sit down." Yang Fan held the embroidered spring knife in his hand, and the black box behind him made Zhang Yao's pupils shrink.

"Sir, this idea is a bit hard."

Yang Fan looked at the old man and said, "Shanxi Lao Tie in the intelligence is right." ”

"Yes." Zhang Yao glanced at Yang Fan, who was dressed in white, and felt that Yang Fan's temperament seemed to be a little different, but he couldn't say it. Yang Fan also sat down and leaned on Zhang Yao's side. The embroidered spring knife that he picked up was put into the scabbard, and was held in Yang Fan's arms, leaning against the pillar, resting.

Zhang Yao glanced at Yang Fan with his spare eyes, "Sir, it's my fault that dozens of brothers died this time." ”

Yang Fan squinted his eyes and said indifferently: "It's normal for dead people to be dead. You Jinyi guards are not immortals, they will not die. As long as the sacrifice is tolerated, everything is acceptable. The sun shone on his body, and the smell of blood was a little annoying. Yang Fan frowned.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth. "Did you know when Liu Hui died?"

Zhang Yao nodded and said, "He informed me." But by then it was too late. There are too many people in the Green Gang, and we don't have enough people. ”

"What about the officials of Taiyuan Mansion?"

"I don't know."

Yang Fan stood up, pinned the embroidered spring knife in his hand to his waist casually, patted the dust on his clothes, and said, "Finish work." (To be continued.) )