In the face of my angry questioning, the mustache was speechless, and he didn't know where to start explaining. At this time, the young man I held back could not help but cry out again, it turned out that although he was covering the severed palm of his right hand with his left hand, the wound was too big, and the blood could not be stopped at all, and it had already flowed all over the ground.

The mustache had no choice but to put down the pistol pointed at me and said, "You let him go, I will go with you willingly." If it is really found out that it was our people who killed your master by mistake, I am willing to give you your life! ”

I gritted my teeth and said fiercely: "Your life alone is not worth my master's life, I want all your lives to bury my master!" ”

The mustache was also angry, and shouted: "One life pays one life, besides, you have already killed someone, stop it!" And your accomplices, whether they are humans or ghosts! ”

Before the words fell, there were three very sharp whistles outside, which were the sirens that Lu Yu blew out as agreed in advance. Immediately, I heard the faint roar of the motor in the distance, it should be the Dao Xiu who went out of the Maoshan Dao Club and drove the car to pick up people back.

The mustache took the opportunity to continue to pressure me, saying, "Let him go, and I won't embarrass you." If I wait for all my people to come back, you won't be able to leave if you want to! ”

But I was not reconciled, and said indignantly: "Hmph! This matter is not over yet, I will come to you to settle accounts with the hosta door! ”

With that, I pushed my shirt forward, and at the same time pulled the knife back with my usual knife. Half of the neck of the flower shirt was broken, and a bloody arrow spewed out, and he was sure that he would not survive.

The mustache was furious, raised his pistol and shot at me: "Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

I sped towards the door, raising my sword to block.

"Ding! Bite! Bite! ”

The mustache fired three shots in a row, all of which were aimed at my face, but I blocked them with the same knife as usual. With the same hardness as a normal knife, it was no problem to block a few pistol bullets. The mustache was about to shoot again, and I had already run out of the doorway.

When I got out, I realized that Shichiro and the One-Horned Ghost King had left before me, and they should have succeeded better than me. In order to avoid being exposed to the sight of the mustache's shots, I did not run in a straight line, but turned and ran to the back of the house, jumped over the low fence fence, and rushed into the dark woods.

"Who? Why shoot? ”

"It's Yin Xiu! They killed Lao Wu and Xiao Lin, and now they are running into the forest behind! ”

"! Copy the guys, kill them! ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

"Da! Da! Da! Da! Da! ”

The mustache and his men followed me and fired aimlessly, shooting in a direction that was 108,000 miles away from my actual position. Their eyesight at night was too poor, and by this time I had already circled back to the front to meet Shichiro and the others.

"Why is it so slow? Still alive? Shichiro asked.

I replied angrily: "Just because you missed one when you went to investigate, there were three people in that room, and one of them was still stubble." Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have lost my life instead of revenge! ”

Shichiro shrugged his shoulders and said, "No way, there were magic weapons arranged on the fence just now, and I can't get too close to see it." And you know, Dao Xiu is very sensitive to the resentment of ghosts. Actually, there was one more person in the room I just entered, so I killed four of them! ”

"What?" The one-horned ghost king shouted, "Then wouldn't I lose so much that I killed two!" Hey, do you want us to kill them all and kill all those Dao cultivators? ”

"No way!" Lu Yu objected, "They came back with a total of three big trucks, each with at least twenty people on it. And they are now on guard, you are not afraid of guns, I and the Hong Kong owner are still made of meat! ”

"Coward!" The One-Horned Ghost King scoffed.

At this time, my hands were covered with blood, and because I met the mustache, the original anger was also able to subside slightly, so I said: "Lu Yu is right, the other party's large army is back, and the opportunity to sneak attack again has been lost." Forget it, with so many lives sacrificed to my master, my hatred is almost gone. Let's go back! ”

It was my idea to seek revenge from the people of the Maoshan Dao Association, but now that I am relieved, the others have no opinion. While the Dao cultivators in the base were still in chaos, Shichiro, Lu Yu, and the One-Horned Ghost King and I re-entered the cave and returned to the underworld along the way we came.

Somehow, the news of the heavy damage to the base of the Maoshan Dao Society spread faster than the few of us returned. As soon as I got out of the labyrinthine cavern and boarded a boat on the river outside the city to return to the harbor, my men reported to me the latest situation from the city's inner guards.

It turned out that after the Maoshan Road was attacked by me and Shichiro and others, they did not immediately take retaliatory measures, but were more cautious in gathering people and gathering information. They are not stupid, since they have already lost so many people in the tunnel, if they rashly continue to send more people to enter, it is a taboo of "adding fuel tactics", and the more people who enter, the more people will die.

And the Giant Waterfall City should have also learned about this movement of the Maoshan Dao Society through other channels, so it promptly and boldly sent a large number of people to destroy the natural caves in the upper part and block the passages, only keeping the waterways unblocked at a minimum.

As a result, all the tunnels that had been discovered before the Maoshan Dao Association were destroyed, and all the efforts made were nullified. But they had nothing to do, even if they suffered such a big loss, they still had to reluctantly give up their plan to attack the Great Waterfall City and enter the underworld from elsewhere.

It can be said that my master's death triggered this "revenge action" between me and Shichiro and others, but in the end, it invisibly helped the Giant Waterfall City a great favor, allowing them to smoothly solve a catastrophe that was about to come to the city.

But what still makes me sigh afterwards is that my killing spree directly caused heavy losses to the people of the hosta gate. Mustache has been promoted to the head of the hall, and even if my personal relationship with him was good before, I am afraid that I will definitely become an undying enemy in the future. When we meet again, it will be the time when we meet each other!

However, the mustache inadvertently brought me a "chance", or an unexpected surprise.

On my way back to the underworld, I found that the handle of the knife had somehow cracked a large hole and was badly damaged. Come to think of it, the only possibility is that when I threw my usual knife to slash the flower shirt, the mustache shot him and hit the hilt of the knife.

The blade of the knife is so hard that a pistol bullet can't hurt it at all, but the handle is different, it's just made of some kind of unique wood, and it cracks after a shot. Regardless of whether the knife is used as a kitchen knife or a weapon, if the handle of the knife is cracked, it can no longer be used, and a new handle must be replaced. At that time, I still felt that my heart was very painful, after all, this was the most precious relic left to me by Master.

Back in Kawaguine, I got one of the most experienced old blacksmiths from the armory, and prepared him to replace me with a handle made of the best wood.

The old blacksmith took the knife in his hand and looked at it carefully, and his mouth was amazed: "What a good knife!" ”

When I saw that it was also a connoisseur, I asked it, "What material is this knife made of, can you see it?" ”

"I can't see it!" The old blacksmith ghost shook his head, his face ashamed, "The metal used in this blade should be some kind of ancient dark iron, maybe a rarity that flew from the sky. It's almost impossible to find another piece of the same ingredient! ”

"What? You said it flew from out of the sky...... Meteorite? I was taken aback.

"To be precise, it should be called meteoric iron."

This old blacksmith ghost was born in a blacksmith family, and when he was alive, he began to work for his blacksmith father and make a living as a blacksmith. When it became an adult, it became more and more skilled, and later specialized in making swords and swords for famous generals and knights, and even Shichiro's main weapon, the "Ugin Leopard Tail Spear", was also made by him.

After his death, this blacksmith ghost, who had been working all his life, was recruited by Shichiro to build weapons for the ghost army. Therefore, when all the years of being a man and a ghost are combined, this old blacksmith ghost has been striking iron for hundreds of years. If you can't even recognize the material of the knife, no one will recognize it.

"However, I recognize the material used for this handle." After the old blacksmith looked at the blade, he studied the cracked hilt again.

"Oh, what kind of wood is the handle made of?"

"The color is deep purple, dull as black, the texture is tight, and the texture is like clouds...... Well, it should be purple paulownia! ”

"Purple paulownia?"

Since the old blacksmith ghost can recognize the material used, it means that there is hope that the handle of the knife will be restored. I was so happy that I asked, "Where can I buy this purple paulownia wood?" ”

But the old blacksmith shook his head and said, "Although the purple paulownia wood is not as rare as the meteorite iron used in your blade, it is also a very rare thing. The purple paulownia wood used for this handle is taken from the heart of the paulownia tree that is more than 1,000 years old. But the purple tung tree was cut down and extinct hundreds of years ago! ”

"Huh? Finished chopping? I exclaimed, "What is this all about, can we only replace it with other wood?" ”

The old blacksmith shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's all there is to it. Unless you can find other surviving ancient paulownia wood artifacts, take another one and make it into a knife handle. ”

I sighed and nodded helplessly: "Okay, you pick a good wood to help me repair it first, so that I can use it for the time being......"

The old blacksmith agreed, and took out his tools and went to pry the cracked old hilt in front of me.

"Smack!"

The handle of the knife cracked in half, but out of it fell a roll of yellow parchment. The parchment was very rough, but it had been so well preserved in the handle of the knife for so many years, and it was densely covered with small letters.