Y County, this small place is a county town on the outskirts of W City, the suburbs of the road are sparsely populated, the roadside gradually fades the field of vision when the sky is getting late, the rising silence pulls the darkness and dances, and the swaggering branches and willows are integrated into it, looking from afar, the graceful treetops and branches in the day have all become ghosts and monsters with teeth and claws, and it is terrible to watch.

The old street lamp flickered a few times, like a middle-aged man who got up to work yawning, and his lazy attitude was very negative; Even the light is not abundant, and it is also messing around.

Under the street lamp, a steady but anxious motor roared along the cracked road, bringing up the dead leaves waiting to die, and the dust that rolled up covered the dim light, disturbing the late-season flying insects that were phototactic in all directions.

The car walked, and it didn't take long to reach its destination, and a few men wrapped in tight clothes got down.

The leader is none other than the old ghost knife, the biological father of the ghost

In front of them was a long-abandoned ruined suburban house, the sound of the wind slowly waving through the squeaky and shaky broken window frames, and if they hadn't understood the usefulness of this place, they would have thought it was a haunted abandoned house at first.

When the door opened, you were greeted by household garbage, fast food boxes, instant noodle bags, and food purchased in bulk from supermarkets.

The old ghost knife looked around the rooms next to them, each one was filthy and messy.

He fanned his nose with his hand in disgust, and put on a look of extreme disgust at the stench on his face.

The subordinate walked to the staircase and looked up, and could faintly hear some voices, so he turned back and reported: "Brother Dao, on the second floor." ”

The old ghost knife came out of the room and slowly bypassed the garbage, stepped on the footprints on the dust and slowly climbed on, and just went up to the corner of the stairs when he heard the singing sound above, it should be someone amusing himself.

The more I walked up, the louder the song became, without rhythm or melody, just humming.

He followed the sound to one of the doors, stretching out his right black-gloved hand and slowly turning the handle.

"Squeak ......"

The rust on the door shaft made people's scalp tingle, and it also shouted to stop the entertainment that was going on inside.

The room was cleaner than the outside, and though it was a terrible scruff, at least there were no holes in the windows, and there were three or four wooden bed frames against the wall, all with futons on them.

At this moment, two people are lying on the bed under the quilt and playing with their mobile phones, one of them is still wearing headphones, and he is visually surprised that the singing just now was made by him; Another man was squatting on the ground boiling instant noodles in a small pot, the water boiling and steaming.

The three of them all had the faces of thieves and rats, and they were unkempt and did not take care of their appearance, and when they saw the old ghost knife and them coming in, the three of them stopped their respective things, sat up and stood up, and faced him directly.

"Who's there!?"

The man who cooked the noodles asked in Mandarin, not fluent, and opened his mouth to reveal his uneven buckteeth.

The old ghost knife ignored him, but slowly walked to the bed by the door and sat down slowly, took out a box of good cigarettes from his coat pocket, and pulled out a few for them to scatter.

The three of them hurriedly caught it, looked at the sign at the cigarette holder in the dim light, and suddenly blossomed.

"Smack~"

A few lighters unsealed the cigarettes, giving some benefits, and the chat was very harmonious.

The old ghost knife rested his left leg on his right leg, and his rough sitting posture did not match his neat attire; He squinted his eyes and exhaled the smell of smoke, and said unhurriedly: "I am the one who picks up the goods with you." ”

Bucktooth squatted on the side of the bed and shook the cigarette ash, smiled and licked the cigarette-yellow front teeth with his tongue: "Oh! It turns out that the person that the big brother said is you! In order to keep this object, we have been eating and living here day and night for several days, for fear of losing the slips, very hard! ”

"Hehe......" The old ghost knife laughed, and the ash fell to the ground with the tremor of his laughter, breaking very much.

One of his men walked over and pulled out a thick envelope from his inner pocket.

The old ghost knife took the envelope and threw it on the bed opposite, nonchalantly.

The young man who showed his singing voice just now picked up the envelope with a confused face, opened the seal and suddenly screamed.

"! Big brother, a lot of money! ”

As he spoke, he excitedly pulled out a wad of red tickets with two fingers and handed them to Bucktooth, which was almost stuffed into Bucktooth's eyes.

No one is at odds with money, and bucktooth is no exception.

But he didn't lose his temper too much, but slowly stood up and walked to the old ghost knife, bent down respectfully: "Big brother...... Let me say a lot ......, this knife ...... Is it an antique from which dynasty or generation? ”

The old ghost knife didn't speak, just smiled and nodded.

"Hey, hey!" Bucktooth twisted his head and glanced back at the two attendants, then lowered his voice and asked closer: "Big brother, such a thing is so precious, we all come to work with risks!" ......, why don't you add more, big brother? ”

The old ghost knife lazily looked at the hippie smiling face of the bucktooth, but he was not angry, but nodded.

"Yes, but I have to inspect the goods first."

Bucktooth's eyes rolled slightly, and then he made up his mind and nodded: "Okay!" If you have such a happy word, big brother, we will make a deal. ”

Bucktooth beckoned the two little bans to put on their coats and put on their shoes, and then they went downstairs with the old ghost knife, pushed open the small window from a hidden storage room behind the stairs on the first floor, and climbed out of the window with a mess all over the floor.

The old ghost knife looked at the window that Bucktooth had just turned over, and couldn't help but be a little disgusted: "Can you take a few steps around from the outside?" How does this make people settle? ”

"Hehe, brother can't help it!" Bucktooth smiled, his eyes full of wit: "There are depressions on both sides of the house, and it's easy to fall in..., and I also put some traps on the way to safety, so it's safe and fast to walk from here!" ”

The old ghost knife snorted lowly, but he could only follow the rules of these people, after all, he didn't want to bury himself too much, and he didn't want to eat a clip.

Turning through the window, there is a large area of abandoned cultivated land behind, and along the edge of the cultivated land, you will walk straight for more than 200 meters into the dense forest in the countryside, although it is not as vicious as the tropics that hide poisonous insects and beasts, but the increasingly dark sky also makes this place exude a kind of cold to the bone gloomy.

Walking under a certain big tree, Bucktooth took out his mobile phone and turned it on, and the two little attendants took out two shovels from the branches of the two trees next to him, bent down and dug with a hum.

After digging to a depth of about half a meter, an old wooden box was finally revealed under the soil, and the follower directly lifted the lid of the wooden box, and a long knife wrapped with strips of cloth was placed in it.

"How's it going, big brother? It's this product, right? Bucktooth smiled and handed the object to the old ghost knife.

The old ghost knife took it in his hand, and he slowly untied the wrapped strip of cloth, trembling and grasping the handle of the knife and pulling it out.

"Rub!"

A dark aura instantly filled the crowd, and the little brother behind him and the little minions couldn't help but shudder.

"Little Shadow ......" the old ghost knife saw things and thought about people, muttering about the title of his son.

Before he actually saw this knife, he had been praying for a miracle, hoping that now he had a different knife in his hand, even if he was deceived by these people with a toy knife, it didn't matter, at least he could still have a little luck, so that he could lie to himself that his son was still in the world.

Although he has done many evils in his life, he is still a father, a father who has been ashamed of his son for half his life.

……

A few days ago, he learned the news from Ye Hanluo, Wang Mazi's forces were smashed by the local police, and all the ghost hair and ghost shadows hidden in it were killed.

The thunderbolt-like news on a sunny day made him furious, he dropped the task assigned by his eldest brother, and rushed back to find Ye Hanluo to question him face to face, causing a lot of trouble in the villa.

He was like a mad beast, grabbing Ye Hanluo's collar with red eyes and pushing him against the wall, no matter how much the brothers around him persuaded him, he couldn't discourage.

"Brother Dao, I can't bring back Brother Ying's other tokens, but what I can do is to find the shadow words left by Brother Ying, if you don't believe it, you can verify it yourself."

Ye Hanluo's words became his only choice, and he rushed here with his men non-stop; The bits and pieces of memories along the way were scattered all over the road like withered maple leaves, and the old ghost knife didn't expect that he, a guy who had almost lost his passion, would hide so many uncomfortable things in his head.

But he never lost the firmness of that glimmer of light, and he knew what he was doing for his trip.

Until the moment when the shadow word was unsheathed, all the fantasies were all cut off with the blade of the dragon, and the old ghost knife held the shadow word of the ghost of the past and never left his body, sluggish, stunned.

He was thinking crankily all the way, and even prepared for the worst, and told himself how to accept the worst.

But when the truth came, his vicissitudes of life were still a little powerless, unable to stop the pain of a flood and a beast, and unable to stop the disintegrating mind.

He felt his head split, his legs began to flutter, and his brain went blank.

As the sun went down and the woods ushered in the rebirth of the night, he finally staggered back half a step and fell backwards in a daze.

"Brother Dao!"

"Brother Dao!!"

His brothers hurriedly ran over to take his weak body, and shouted more and more vaguely for his honorific title.

……

"The knife is there, the man is there; If the sword is lost, the person dies. ”

On the day of the ghost coming-of-age ceremony, the Ninth Master officially gave him the sword, which was the oath he said with firm eyes.

The ninth master loves pomp and circumstance, and called a lot of people with heads and faces, and the irresponsible father of the old ghost knife is also there.

He was smiling on the sidelines, showing off his son's talent to the people, and it didn't matter if the ghost recognized him as a father or not, as long as the ghost was doing well, he was happy.

The bleak wind was blowing through the trees, and the colder and colder autumn was approaching winter.

"Little Shadow ......"

"Dad, I'm sorry for you......"

The old ghost knife stood firm in the support of his subordinates, and he pursed his mouth, trying to restrain the old tears in the corners of his eyes.

After a few moments, he finally eased up, took a deep breath and paced his breathing, then looked up at Bucktooth.

"I ask you, where did you get this knife?"

Bucktooth smiled playfully, full of indifferent looks: "Hi! It was picked up on the side of the road! …… Alas, alas! Big brother, big brother, don't ——! ”

The leisurely attitude angered the old ghost knife, and he grabbed the dirty jacket of the bucktooth with his left hand, and pushed him against the tree, and the anxious bucktooth begged for mercy again and again.

A simple fist could not make these little minions speak, but the pistol pulled out by the subordinate next to them made them instantly stunned.

Bucktooth looked at the pitch-black muzzle in front of him, swallowed his saliva tremblingly, and finally didn't dare to play tricks after a few hesitations: "Big brother...... I said..., this is a ...... given to us by a man named Nan Yuheng."

"Nan Yuheng?" The old ghost knife's angry brows were suddenly shocked, "Then where is he now?" ”

"Big brother! I don't know about this! Several of us are poor workers, and some time ago he paid to hire him to do this business, so he only said that he would help keep this knife; At that time, he gave a lot of money, and said that if someone came to pick it up, he would make another profit, so we squatted in this place every day and didn't go anywhere......"

Bucktooth said, and the old ghost knife also understood what was going on.

He let go of his hand, took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from his coat pocket and threw them on the bucktooth head, and the three of them hurriedly crawled on the ground to pick up the scattered money.

"Today's matter is over, you can't talk to anyone, otherwise......" The old ghost knife just threatened and didn't do it, he didn't want to see blood again, now he has more important things to do, if he commits a murder at this moment, it will inevitably attract the attention of the police.

"Alas!! By all means! Big brother, don't worry! ”

The three of them thanked Dade for their gratitude, and each took the money and ran away.

The subordinate put away his gun, walked over and asked, "Brother Dao, what should we do next?" ”

The old ghost knife rubbed his teeth, looked at the horizon that had lost its light, and slowly spoke: "Recently, the third master has also come here, go and meet the third master first, be sure to find this Nan Yuheng, and find out the whereabouts of the ghost hair and Xiaoying!" ”