Ding Yi used a knife to pull out the object that the other party spit out, but it was Qi Gen's tongue that was bitten off.

By this time, the stout man had turned pale and had no breath to die. But there was no tongue, there was a lot of bleeding in the mouth, and blood poured into the trachea, causing suffocation.

"No regrets?" Ding Yi shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile, "Do you think your surname is Yang?" ”

Ding Yi looked at the two dead bodies in the room, this bureau seems to no longer allow him to plan slowly, there are already high-rollers in the rivers and lakes who have been brainwashed, and they feel that they have castrated Ding for the country and the people. If it drags on any longer, there will be seven or eight people coming back, equipped with bows and crossbows, and he is now in this body, and he doesn't have an assault rifle in his hand, so I'm afraid he can't carry it.

"Uncle Zhong!" Ding Yi walked out of the room and called the old housekeeper loudly, and the first one who ran out was the sleepy-eyed Jian Mu, but Ding Yi ordered, "Go back to sleep for you, don't tell you not to come out!" ”

"Young Master, there are some things that I should explain to you." On the cornices above Ding Yi's head, Uncle Zhong's voice came.

Then I saw Uncle Zhong jumping down from the eaves very lightly, and the Uncle Zhong standing in front of Ding Yi was the Uncle Zhong, but Uncle Zhong was no longer the old housekeeper Uncle Zhong.

His back is no longer rickety, and even this old skeleton is enough to see that Uncle Zhong must have been a burly and majestic physique in the past; His eyelids were no longer half-drooping, he raised his head, and the deep nasolabial folds on his face made him not angry and arrogant before he spoke: "Young master, the old man has been here since they fed the dog medicine and cooking cakes. ”

When Uncle Zhong said this, Ding Yi naturally understood what he meant, that is, Uncle Zhong saw this process in his eyes, and there was no need to cover it up.

He no longer calls himself an old slave, because he is not a slave in the first place.

Either don't say it, or tell the truth.

Ding Yi stretched out his hand and said to Uncle Zhong, "Please." ”

Uncle Zhong walked into the house and didn't immediately ask Ding Yi anything, but held the lamp in his hand and carefully looked at every corner.

Then he sat down and asked a question that had nothing to do with the two dead bodies in the room: "You did Lei Jiutian?" Without waiting for Ding to speak, he pointed to the knife hanging on the wall, "The old man recognizes the Yanling knife, thirty years ago, Lei Jiutian's father borrowed sixty taels of red gold from his eldest brother to buy the Bailian Qiushui Yanling knife." Lei Jiutian but even if he still has a breath, this knife will not leave his body!

“weishenme？”

Ding Yi looked at Uncle Zhong who was sitting on the chair with a golden knife, smiled and didn't say anything.

Uncle Zhong must have killed people, and he has killed a lot of people, and if he kills more people, he will have a murderous aura, or because of some subtle actions that kill a lot of people, it will make sensitive people feel a kind of fear - just like a dog does not bark when he sees a butcher - the murderous aura of those drug lords and murderers that Ding Yi came into contact with in his previous life is far less intense than Uncle Zhong who straightened his back.

In fact, Ding Yi felt that there was something wrong with Uncle Zhong early on, and he didn't have to wait for the old man to say to himself: "...... across the rivers and lakes" Ding Yi almost found it difficult to detect Uncle Zhong's footsteps, and it was definitely no easier to avoid the ears of people like Ding Yi within a radius of twenty steps than a mosquito to avoid a spider's web.

“weishenme？ Say! Uncle Zhong asked again, his voice still not loud, but it already had a taste that could not be refused.

Ding Yi was not flustered, one thing he could be sure of was that Uncle Zhong did not realize that he was no longer the Ding Xiucai.

Because Uncle Zhong checked the scene, the two killers who were killed at the scene were not beyond the liliang or agility of this body, and there was no special mark on the fatal wound on the corpse, as long as the corpse was checked, it could be seen that Ding Yi was decisive and fierce, but it could also be seen that an ordinary person was cunning.

"My surname is Ding." This is Ding Yi's answer to Uncle Zhong.

These three words seem simple, but they are the psychological profiles that Ding Yi made to Uncle Zhong in this moment, and then deduced the answer that best suited the other party's temperament.

Sure enough, the expression on Uncle Zhong's face softened, and he even had a little approval: "Lei Jiutian is very careful, he never shoots at opponents who are not sure of killing." ”

"No matter how you look at it, he thinks he can pinch me to death with one finger."

The look of approval on Uncle Zhong's face became stronger: "He has a hundred refining autumn water goose feather knives." ”

"I have two iron nails, and I can easily get them in the blacksmith shop in the market." Ding Yi didn't intend to pull out the natural stay, Uncle Zhong may be a trustworthy reliance for Ding Xiucai, but for Ding Yi at this time, he is just a stranger who has known him for less than a day, and Ding Yi does not have the habit of telling all his things to the person he just met.

"He never walks alone."

"There are indeed four strong companions." Ding nodded, it seems that Uncle Zhong at least knows the characters in Rongcheng.

Uncle Zhong stood up: "The old man went to take care of the four companions, you wait a while." ”

"You can't kill them."

Uncle Zhong raised his eyebrows, but before he could speak, he heard Ding Yi say: "No matter how sharp your knife is, you can't kill the dead again." ”

"What did you do to Lei Jiutian?" Uncle Zhong, who sat down again, looked at Ding Yi with a smug look on his face that he couldn't hide, just like hearing about the elders of the junior high school.

"Run."

Uncle Zhong asked puzzledly, "Run?" ”

"After running five thousand paces, they sat down, and I killed them."

Then Uncle Zhong stopped asking questions, and he didn't tell Ding Yi anything else, but just lowered his eyelids, stood up and bent his back, a few white hairs swayed in the candlelight, and looked like the wild grass on the edge of the old grave fluttering in the wind: "Young master, you will still tell the old slave about this kind of thing in the future." ”

"Okay." Ding nodded.

Uncle Zhong was a little surprised: "Young Master, you don't have anything to ask?" ”

"If you want to tell me, don't ask; If it's inconvenient, why ask? ”

Uncle Zhong nodded, didn't speak for a long time, and only spoke after a long time: "Young master, it's a pity that you study." ”

Then Uncle Zhong, who was hunched on his back, pulled the belts of the two corpses, and carried them out of Ding Yi's bedroom as if they were nothing.

Ding Yi shook his head, he didn't agree with Uncle Zhong's pity at all.

He can fully understand what Uncle Zhong means, it is nothing more than that there is one less hero in the rivers and lakes.

No matter how heavy Uncle Zhong's murderous spirit is, no matter how strong his work is, limited to his perspective, what he sees is completely different from what Ding Yi sees.

Ding Yi will never go to the rivers and lakes unless he has to.

What is a hero? At this time, it is already the Ming Dynasty, not the Spring and Autumn Period nor the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the heroes are the underworld, that is, the wanted criminals, that is

"Huainan pirates Song Jiang and others...... Destiny Zhizhou Uncle Zhang surrendered at night", is this interesting? Ding Yi felt that unless the Ming Emperor wanted to rob his own woman, he could only do this, otherwise it would hurt a lot, and he would travel to do such a thing?

At this time, he saw Ruyu outside the door and shouted softly: "Young master." Then the door was pushed open again, and the huge copper basin was holding the white porcelain-like little hand, and when he entered the door, he saw that there was still a rag on his shoulder, but this time he did not come to wait for Ding Yi to wash his feet, but to clean up the bloodstains. Before Ding Yi could speak, he heard the old housekeeper say outside the door, "Young master, don't get in the way, Ruyu has gone out with the old slave to do things a few times." ”

Doing things, Ding Yi can understand, presumably Ruyu has also killed people and seen blood, right?

In this way, Ding Xiucai's dead father is not necessarily a pure and good person, and then think about the evaluation of Ding's father, the master of Xiao Xianglian, who is naturally stunned, is an underworld boss. By now, Ding Yi has understood what his identity and this family are all about.

"Young master, if you don't want to go to Beijing, the old slave will take Ruyu with you tonight to clean up those pickled people, and it's great to buy a boat and go south...... On the rivers and lakes, there is always a bit of incense...... "The old housekeeper has his hands on his sleeves and his back and his old eyes are half drooping, but he secretly has the intention of inciting Ding Yi to embark on the road of heroism.

Ding Yi laughed: "No, Uncle Zhong, I will go to Beijing tomorrow." ”

"Cheng, the old slave and Ruyu will accompany the young master to Beijing, and this house will be watched by Jianmu that kid." Uncle Zhong did not refute Ding Yi's words, and there was no taste of displeasure.

"No, I'll just go alone." Ding Yi once again vetoed Uncle Zhong's proposal.

Now Uncle Zizhong stopped doing it: "The young master's words are inappropriate, the capital is not comparable to Rongcheng, and the dragon and crouching tiger are hidden in the Beijing Division......" He said seven or eight in a row about the names of the famous places in the rivers and lakes, and said, "It is the White Lotus Sect that does not forget to cause trouble at that time, and there must be a good hand in the Beijing Division, in case the young master accidentally conflicts with them...... "Then he counted the good hands of the government, "There are also many good hands in the Jinyi Guard, and there are many ** giants in the Xungui Mansion who have devoted themselves to ......"

Listening to Uncle Zhong's calculations, Ding Yi probably didn't want to go to Quan Eunuch, nor did he want to go undercover, but to go to Beijing to unify the rivers and lakes, and be a Jiashi like the leader of the Green Forest Alliance of the Seven Provinces.

"Uncle Zhong, can you and Ruyu carry the court?" Ding Yi waved his hand lightly to stop Uncle Zhong, but said to him, "If this eunuch wants to do something to me, it is the liliang of the imperial court, it is not only the good hand of Jinyiwei, just like Uncle Zhong, you said ** giant, if it is an order, do these people dare to disobey?" Even if you and Ruyu go, you can't protect me; If that eunuch really misses the old feelings, Uncle Zhong, those people can't touch me, even if you are occasionally left alone, you can see this knife. ”

Ding Yi pointed to the Hundred Refining Autumn Water Goose Feather Knife hanging on the wall. Even if he is left alone, Tiefu Tu Lei Jiutian can't help him.

In fact, what is more important is that Ding Yi is unwilling to let Uncle Zhong follow.

No other, because the old fox is too shrewd.

And it's also a murderous old fox.

In just half a day, Uncle Zhong was already suspicious of Ding, if he hadn't checked the two corpses just now, Ding Yi wouldn't have been able to deal with it after all. If he is by his side, it is the real Ruman's back. _____________________________PS: There is a shift before 18 o'clock today, rolling around as usual to ask for tickets and rewards!