Chapter 666: The Secret on the Kitchen Knife

At this time, Feng knelt down, shrunk in the quilt, and slept soundly, he didn't know anything about what happened here.

The third day of the first month.

Afternoon.

There was a drizzle in the sky. It was very cold in the room.

Looking through the small hidden door, a haggard-faced woman sat cross-legged on a shabby straw mat.

The straw sandals have become moldy and blackened.

There was a suffocating musty smell in the room.

The woman leaned against a small man in her arms. The tears on the little boy's face had not dried, and it was clear that he had just cried.

The cold wind blew in through the broken window mullions, and it was bitterly cold.

The woman wrapped her clothes tightly, but she couldn't help but shiver.

The little boy buried his head in the woman's arms, still sobbing softly.

In the distance, there was a sudden neighing of horses.

The woman shuddered, then jumped up like a spring, and she came to the little window vigilantly, and looked out nervously.

Outside the window, there is a dense black forest. Thin threads of rain drifted down from the sky, like a thick fog.

The neighing of the horse faded away.

The woman let out a long sigh of relief, and her heart finally let go.

The woman walked slowly towards the straw mat. She walks in a very special way, her right foot is high on tiptoe, and her left foot is only stepping out. As soon as he walked, the whole person swayed violently.

A young cripple girl! a little boy waiting to be fed! What the hell is going on here?

The door opened suddenly. Silently, without warning.

A bitter cold wind poured in through the door.

The woman hugged the little boy in her arms tightly, and the spirit shivered. She looked at the door, and her heart slowly sank.

There was a man standing in the doorway, an old man with gray hair. The wrinkles on the old man's face were piled up like chapped pine bark.

The woman stood up with difficulty and said softly, "Seventh Uncle......"

The white-haired old man walked in step by step, and he stepped out with his right foot, and his left foot dragged up with difficulty.

This white-haired old man is actually a cripple.

Bai Fa sighed: "The daughter of the boss of the Agarwood Little Jade Pavilion has actually fallen into this field. ”

The woman gritted her teeth and said hatefully: "It's a pity that I don't know martial arts, otherwise, I will kill people." ”

The white-haired old man sighed: "Maybe you will kill me, I have been in the Fengyun Sect for many years, but they only know that my name is Qibo, but they don't know my true identity." I can hide it from others, but I can't hide it from you. ”

Tong Mildew shook his head: "I do know your identity, but I have no disrespectful thoughts towards you. ”

Seventh Uncle's eyes were filled with tears: "I have the mission of insulting the pavilion master! I didn't protect the Agarwood Little Jade Pavilion, let alone protect you." Over the years, I have cowered in the Xiangfei Bamboo Forest and become a watchdog of the Fengyun Sect. ”

Tong Mildew hugged the child in his arms tightly: "I know that Uncle Seventh is a person, you are forced by the situation, in fact, your heart has been in the Agarwood Xiaoyu Pavilion." ”

Qibo slowly closed his eyes with a painful expression: "Actually, everyone will change, and I am no exception!"

Tong Mildew was surprised: "Could it be that Uncle Seven wants to kill me?"

Uncle Qi shook his head: "As long as you hand over the kitchen knife of Boss Tu, I will let you go." ”

Tong Mildew didn't say yes, didn't say no, and didn't defend himself in front of Uncle Qi. She fell to her knees suddenly, tears dripping down the little boy's face. She didn't speak, she just cried.

Qibo turned his face away and looked at the drizzle flying outside the window.

In the Black Forest outside the door, there was a sudden neighing of galloping horses. The sound of horses' hooves was clearly audible, and in a moment, two big men on horseback, carrying swords on their waists, broke into the house like a whirlwind.

The leading Han arched his hand to Qibo and said, "Chief Shangguan learned that you came to find Tong Mildew, and sent us to assist you." ”

Uncle Qi sneered: "Shangguan Chunyu's news is so well-informed! I understand your kindness, but three big men teamed up to bully a weak woman, do you think there is brilliance on your face?"

The leading man was speechless for a while.

Qibo said coldly: "If you don't want to be embarrassed here, leave quickly." ”

The leading man shook his tall body: "We are here by order, how can we leave so easily?"

Uncle Qi sighed: "If you don't leave now, I'm afraid you will never be able to leave." ”

The big man in the lead glared: "What?"

Uncle Qi suddenly laughed, and smiled very strangely: "Do you know who I am?"

The leading man was surprised, but still asked, "Who are you?"

Uncle Qi said lightly: "I am the ancestor of the Agarwood Little Jade Pavilion. ”

The face of the leader changed and became pale. The big man beside him began to retreat.

After the destruction of the Agarwood Little Jade Pavilion, Zu Lao Qi went incognito, disguised himself, and finally hid in the Governor's Mansion of the Fengyun Sect. In Fengyun Sect's Fengjiazhuang, except for Baifeng Lian and Tong Mildew, no one knows the true details of Qibo.

Qibo told his secret in front of two strangers, and his intentions were obvious.

Qibo has already moved to kill, otherwise, he will not easily reveal his secret.

In this world, only the dead will not tell other people's secrets.

The two big men already sensed that something was wrong. The shadow of death pressed over like a mountain.

Back back, back again...... Volley flip ...... Horses galloping......

Watching the two big men flying for their lives, Zu Laoqi still stood in front of the window of the hut without moving.

The two big men escaped dozens of feet away, and they all let out a miserable scream on their horses.

The two big men fell off their horses and twisted their bodies on the ground crying bitterly......

Zu Laoqi didn't look at it, and his eyes moved to Tong Mildew.

Tong Mildew smiled, smiled softly, sweetly: "Uncle Seven's secret weapon is really killing people invisibly." ”

Zu Laoqi looked at Tong Mildew coldly: "If I kill them, it doesn't mean that I will let you go." ”

The smile on Tong Mimil's face froze. Tears ran rampant on her face again.

Zu Laoqi sighed: "Leave the knife, you go!"

Tong Mildew's pale face instantly became happy, she trembled her hands, and took out an oilcloth package from her arms.

The oilcloth wrap was opened, and inside was a thick layer of apricot paper.

Zu Laoqi slowly walked in front of Tong Mildew.

Tong Mildew looked up at Zu Laoqi's face.

Zu Laoqi's cloudy old eyes suddenly burst out with sharp light, and he stared at the oilcloth package in Tong Mildew's hand, and his Adam's apple rolled violently.

Tong Mildew looked at Zu Laoqi pitifully.

Zu Laoqi said eagerly: "Where is the knife?"

Tong Mildew trembled and lifted the thick layer of apricot paper. A jet-black and shiny kitchen cutter was finally revealed.

Zu Laoqi's withered hand trembled and reached in, and he grabbed the black hilt of the knife tightly.

Tong Mildew suddenly smiled, and the smile slowly expanded from the corner of his mouth to his entire face.

Zu Laoqi carefully looked at the pitch-black kitchen knife in his hand, and he didn't see the expression on Tong Mimil's face at all.

Tong Mildew suddenly asked softly, "Has Uncle Seven discovered the secret on the kitchen knife?"

(End of chapter)