Rushed to the banquet to accompany the dead

Three transactions could not be pushed

Person!

Dead person!

Six dead people I knew.

Some of these six people did not die in front of my eyes, but some of them actually died in front of me.

They all died under a knife that was extremely finely crafted.

They were all already lying in coffins.

Of course, those who can lie in the coffin are dead.

And the dead will not be resurrected.

So, how did they suddenly appear here?

They definitely won't come on their own.

So, who brought them here?

What is the purpose of this man?

Is it for the iron brand on them?

But why did this man bring me here?

Could it be that he already knows that I took the brand on the second master Wang?

Or does this person have some other purpose?

I don't know, and no one can give me an answer.

Because after the man in black entered this room, he actually disappeared like a ghost.

When I went in, there were only six people in the room.

Six dead people who couldn't move.

Their bodies were stiff, and they still had the same look of horror and surprise on their faces as they had before they died, but the knife on their chests was now gone.

The dead cannot move, and the dead cannot drink wine and eat meat.

However, there was a large table of wine and food on the table in front of them.

The sake is the best Japanese secret sake, and the dishes are made by the best Sichuan, Liao, Lu and Cantonese masters. And what makes me even more strange is that this table of wine and food is exactly the same as the one in the small building before.

Same wine, same dish.

It's just that although those people didn't move at that time, they could still breathe. But at this time, they were already six real dead people.

Naturally, wine and food are not for the dead, for the dead are not blessed with such a feast.

Therefore, the wine and the food are naturally prepared for the living.

At this time, it seems that I am the only living person in this room.

I took a deep breath, then walked over to the table, found where I had been sitting, and pulled my chair open to sit down.

However, just as I was about to sit down, all of a sudden the lights in the room came on.

Then, more than a dozen people walked in from outside.

Of the twelve people who came in, almost all of them were women, except for the old man who walked in front.

These women are not only young, but also beautiful, so beautiful that they are almost suffocating, so beautiful that they are almost indescribable, and any of these women, any of them, can make absolutely any man in the world crazy for them.

They were laughing, even though the room was full of dead people, but they were still laughing, and they were laughing very flatteringly, and they were laughing very happily, as if they had not seen the dead people at all, and as if everything here had nothing to do with them.

At this time, the sky had gradually cooled down, but one by one they were just wearing a piece of white sand as thin as a cicada's wings.

The white sand is like snow, the moonlight is bright, and there is nothing under this light mist-colored tulle, and the vigorous and seductive body curves loom in the moonlight.

It's a temptation, a deadly temptation, a temptation that no man can resist, and of course, it's also a weapon, a weapon that kills without seeing blood.

I'm a man, and naturally I'm a man with a very normal orientation, and if I had seen this kind of picture at another time, I don't think I would have been able to control the throbbing in my heart. But now I don't have the heart to look at them.

Because, all my attention was drawn to the old man.

He was of a very large grade, at least about eighty years old, and his facial features were almost piled together with wrinkles. His skin was very white, almost transparent, and I could see every vein on the back of his hand clearly, but although his skin was white, the veins were black, and the black was like the thickest ink.

He walked very slowly, because he was coughing all the time, coughing incessantly, and even had to stop and cough every few steps.

But even so, his eyes were frighteningly bright. If you just look at his eyes, you will never believe that these eyes are grown in the body of an old man who has long since died.

He trembled and walked across from me, looked at me with a smile, and after a long time, he finally said slowly: "Mr. Liu, since you are here, why don't we make a deal!" ”

His voice was low, but it was so nice that you couldn't help but savor every word he said.

His voice is not bright, but it has a kind of magic that will make you unconsciously agree with everything he says.

He spoke in a slow tone, but like a command, forcing you to do what he said.

I looked at the old man, and after a long time, I suddenly sighed and said slowly, "What kind of deal do you want to make with me?" ”

"I want to make three deals with you." The old man said leisurely.

"Three deals?" I asked.

"Yes! Three strokes! The old man said.

"What's the three?" I asked.

"I want to exchange a message for a message with you, an object for a thing, and finally ......," the old man said with a sudden pause, obviously waiting for me to ask.

"What's the last one?" I asked with a smile.

"The last one is to exchange lives for lives!" The old man said with a smile.

His smile was very kind and very friendly, although he was in control of the fate of others in his own hands, but when he said it, it seemed to be completely insignificant.

He's laughing, and I'm laughing.

I'm not not a master who regards human life as a mustard, but what else can I do but laugh at this time?

"Life? Whose life? I asked, smiling.

"Of course it's your life!" The old man laughed.

"Oh? My life? Haha, so whose life is it for? Although I was already shocked, I was still smiling on my face, and I was laughing louder than before.

"Of course, it's your friend's life!" The old man said.

"Oh? My friend's life? That friend? Although my face still hasn't changed, I have already begun to think about Zhang Chengyong and them by the fire.

"One of them is surnamed Zhang, one is surnamed Zhou, and the other is surnamed Xue. A man, a woman, and a crippled old man. The old man looked at him and said.

Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were full of infinite murderous intent at this moment.

Murderous aura, although it can't be seen or touched, it can really pierce your heart and penetrate your bones.

Murderous aura will inspire all the fear in your body in a split second.

The fear of people, the fear of death, the fear of everything that has not happened.

And this fear will spread to your whole body in an instant, like a virus, so that every blood vessel in your body will begin to contract, every hair in your body will tremble, and your soul will begin to be timid.

Cowardice is not scary, because everyone is timid, and they are all timid because of all sorts of things.

The terrible thing is that cowardice can make you lose your coolness, lose your most accurate judgment, and even lose your life.

At this time, I was only one step away from this terrible timidity.

Looking at the old man's knife-like gaze, I only felt my body stiffen for a moment, and then a chill began to spread down my back.

What a powerful gaze, such a powerful person.

Although I have seen many strange people in recent times, and I have also met many people who think they are unfathomable, but if I had to choose, I would never go against this old man in front of me, because at this moment, I suddenly realized that he was probably the most terrible person I had ever seen in my life.

Cold sweat slid down my cheeks, and although the corners of my mouth were still smiling, my voice seemed to be shaking, "This deal seems to make sense." ”

"Reasonable, indeed!" The old man said leisurely.

"Since it's reasonable, let's talk about it the same!" I said slowly, "First of all, what message do you want to exchange for what message?" ”

"Use the news of Mao's eighteen descendants in exchange for the whereabouts of the six secret scrolls in your hand!" The old man laughed.

"What do you exchange for what?" I then asked.

"Use this bottle in my hand in exchange for the iron brand on you." The old man waved his hand as he spoke, and Shi Shiran, the most beautiful girl behind him, stepped forward and put a bottle made of white jade on the table.

"What is this?" I asked, looking at the white jade bottle.

"Antidote!" The old man said lightly.

"The antidote? What is the antidote? I asked.

"What a poison to your friend!" The old man still said lightly.

"My friend was poisoned?" I said with a smile.

"What? You don't believe it? The old man laughed too.

"Why should I believe you?" I said with a smile.

"Because you have to believe, and you can't believe it!" The old man waved his hand as he spoke, his gesture of waving his hand was very elegant and brisk, he seemed to appreciate his clapping action, so, after he finished clapping his hands, there was suddenly a look of approval in his eyes, a kind of praise for himself.

And at this time, two people walked in carrying a stretcher.

There was a man lying on the stretcher, a man, a man I knew, Zhang Chengyong.

I saw that Zhang Chengyong's face at this time was like gold paper, and his anger was like a gossamer, obviously he was very poisoned. His right hand was clenched together, but his left hand was swollen and blackened.

Zhang Chengyong's breathing was very light and slow, and if I hadn't stuck it to his heart, I would have almost thought that this kid had gone to see Hades.

"How? Believe it this time? The old man said with a smile.

"And the last life for life?" I didn't answer his question directly, but watched the old man grit his teeth and ask word by word.

"It's easy, as long as you do something for me, I can guarantee that those friends of yours will survive." The old man said.

It is an indisputable fact that it is better to be alive than to be dead.

Everyone has the right to live, and no one can just take away the right to live for others.

However, many times a person must make a choice if he wants to live, and he must learn to compromise if he wants to survive.

I never joke with my own life, and I certainly don't gamble with my friends' lives.

I'm not a gambler, and certainly not an emotionless person.

So, when I walked into the mountains alone, it was also the time when I made a choice.

I chose to compromise and chose to complete these three deals.