murderer

Wang Jin walked on the mountain road with a knife on his back and a ghost head knife that had been broken in two.

Wang Jin has been walking on the road for nearly a year, and now he can't remember the direction he is going, only that he keeps walking. It was like a gust of wind gently drifting through the road, without any trace. Wang Jin didn't know the direction of walking, but he knew the purpose of his walking. He wants to find out the murderer who killed Wang Haixiong, because he is the son of Wang Haixiong, the king of swords.

Wang Jin clearly remembered that morning, the body of his father, the sword king Wang Haixiong, was lying in the backyard where the sword king practiced martial arts every day. Wang Jin walked into the backyard and saw the scene: Wang Haixiong's body was stretched out on all fours, lying flat in the center of the courtyard, but his head rolled down to the back door of the courtyard.

At that time, Wang Haixiong's facial expression was round eyes and open mouth, giving people a feeling of surprise and stunned. The ghost head knife commonly used by Wang Haixiong was not held in Wang Haixiong's hand, but the tip of the knife was nailed to the wall next to the courtyard door, but the handle of the knife was lying under the root of the wall. The knife that had killed countless people had been broken in two.

There is no fame at all from the scene, no people's footprints, no traces of fighting, everything is the same as Wang Haixiong's usual practice. It's just that from Wang Haixiong's severed neck, I can see a little fame, that is, the murder weapon that killed Wang Haixiong turned out to be a knife. Some people say that the person who came killed the sword king Wang Haixiong with one sword.

Wang Haixiong's death set off a storm on the rivers and lakes, and people talked about it. It didn't take long for a voice to come out of the rivers and lakes, saying that the person who was known as the king of the sword would be killed by the person who used the knife, which proved that the person who used the knife was more sharp than the king of the sword, and the name of the king of the sword was in vain.

As the son of the sword king Wang Haixiong, Wang Jin, because of this voice, he took the broken ghost head knife and walked into the rivers and lakes where his father was like a fish in water to show his glory. He had only one purpose on his trip: to find the murderer and kill him, so as to prove to the world that the Wang family was the real king of swords and to preserve the honor created by his father.

In the past year, Wang Jin has traveled through countless villages and towns, but there is no news of the murderer. It was as if this person had never existed in this world, and the murderer just passed by the world with a gust of wind and then quietly disappeared. Just like Wang Jin himself, he walked through villages and towns like the wind every day, and he didn't remember anything, but when he walked into the villages and towns again, he didn't have any memories, and felt that every village and town was the same.

Wang Jin felt a kind of depression, a certain sadness, and a deep bitterness in his heart. If you can't find the murderer, you can't restore the reputation of the Wang family, a family without reputation doesn't exist in the rivers and lakes, and Wang Jin at that time was not the son of the sword king, Wang Jin felt a pain in his heart when he thought of this.

Wang Jin, who was walking on the road, felt that he was no longer himself, just a walking machine, walking aimlessly between heaven and earth, without dreams, without wishes, just walking. When he thought about it like this, Wang Jin felt a little tired, and he felt that if he continued like this, he would not be able to find the real murderer.

One morning, when Wang Jin was walking into a small town, he made a decision that he wanted to stop walking. So, he stopped in this small town. He couldn't say why he had chosen this town to stop walking, but he felt so tired that morning that he stopped and forgot the purpose of his original walk. Wang Jin, who stopped walking, set up a martial arts gym in the town and taught some children to practice martial arts every day.

At first, Wang Jin's heart was still restless, always thinking about the purpose of his walking, finding the murderer, and killing him to protect the reputation of the Wang family. But there was no news about the murderer on the rivers and lakes, and Wang Jin himself didn't have the courage to walk again, so he kept making excuses for himself, those apprentices hadn't taught him well, and the people here always kept him, etc. In this way, Wang Jin spent a year in irritability and restlessness.

A year later, Wang Jin's heart began to calm down, he felt that the murderer did not exist, it was just a murderer that people imagined, and no one had really seen it, so it was natural that he could not find the murderer. And the reputation of the Wang family's sword king, not his Wang family himself, but sent by friends on the rivers and lakes, when his father was alive, everyone called it that, and now that his father is gone, the title of the sword king has of course disappeared, so there is no need to prove the reputation of the sword king.

In the past year or so, Wang Jin has begun to be somewhat satisfied with his life. He got a lot more joy out of life than he did in fighting. It was only in the dead of night that he remembered the murderer, remembered his father, remembered the knife. He didn't understand why the murderer didn't have a voice in the rivers and lakes after killing his father, could there really be such a person in this world who had a deep hatred for his father, and just wanted to kill the sword king, but didn't want to make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes. Wang Jin thought about it many times, but he couldn't think of such a person, generally speaking, his father's enemies all died under the ghost-headed knife.

That night, when he thought of his father again, he subconsciously opened the ghost head knife that he had never touched in the past two years, the knife was still broken in two, lying quietly on the table, he had not wiped it once for more than two years, but the knife was still bright, the same as when his father often used it. Wang Jin, who was sitting next to the broken knife, remembered how his father cherished this knife back then, and he had to take it out and wipe it every day, and every time he used this knife to kill someone, he had to sacrifice it with good wine. Wang Jin lightly touched the knife surface, the cool feeling made him a little excited, and he said from the bottom of his heart, this is really a good knife. Wang Jin felt that it was to commemorate his father, and that the broken knife should be reconnected, and he knew that there was a blacksmith in this town with good skills.

The next day, Wang Jin walked into the blacksmith shop with a broken knife. The blacksmith's craftsmanship was really good, and when he handed the repaired knife to Wang Jin's hand, Wang Jin didn't see the crack of the broken knife at all. Wang Jin took the knife and waved it a few times in his hand, feeling that the weight was just right, so he couldn't help but say: Good knife. The blacksmith also answered: It is really a good knife. Wang Jin casually inserted the knife into the scabbard and returned to the martial arts hall.

At night, Wang Jin was awakened by a sound, got up from the bed, and saw the ghost-headed knife hanging on the wall, which was automatically colliding with the scabbard. Wang Jin curiously pulled the knife out of the sheath, and the knife stopped quietly in Wang Jin's hand for a while, then suddenly broke free of Wang Jin's hand and flew out into the air, and the knife flew in the air. Wang Jin, who was standing there, was a little dumbfounded, he heard the sound of the sword wind made by his father when he practiced martial arts, and the movement of the knife flying up and down was the same as the knife technique when his father danced. Wang Jin began to be in a trance, suspecting that his father was not dead, so he hid in a corner of the house. He didn't know what was the implication of what was going on.

At this time, the knife slashed at Wang Jin silently, Wang Jin didn't think to dodge at all, and the knife slashed hard at Wang Jin's waist. And Wang Jin's men subconsciously grabbed the knife, and in the process of pulling out the knife, Wang Jin heard the sound of his bones rubbing against the blade. Wang Jin took the knife in his hand with difficulty, and then he heard the sound of rushing water, Wang Jin lowered his head and saw himself standing in a pool of blood and his internal organs, Wang Jin raised his head and looked at the ghost knife and said: Murderer.

And then in a pool of his own blood.

Magic Knife

When Xu Haobo walked into the house, he saw Wang Jin's body falling to the ground in two, a pool of bright red blood spread under him like a piece of red velvet, Wang Jin's face was pale and terrifying. With many years of experience in catching fast, Xu Haobo saw at a glance that Wang Jin's life was taken away by a knife, and it was a knife that killed him.

Xu Haobo may have seen too many dead people, and he was a little numb to the tragic situation at the scene, so he just raised his eyes to look at the sunlight outside the room, and then turned back to look at the face of the deceased. Xu Haobo knew the face of the deceased, but now this face made him remember it even more.

Wang Jin came to this small town a year ago, and he didn't leave after he came, opening a martial arts gym to teach people martial arts. Xu Haobo, as the head of this small city, is also a martial arts practitioner, so they know each other, but they are not familiar with each other. Xu Haobo heard from friends on the rivers and lakes that Wang Jin's father, Wang Haixiong, the sword king, also died two years ago, as if his death was also very miserable, and he also died under the knife. According to rumors, Wang Jin's purpose in leaving his home was to find the murderer and avenge his father. Unexpectedly, now he also died unexpectedly, under a knife.

When he thought of the knife, Xu Haobo recalled that Wang Jin also practiced knife skills, and after searching the house with his eyes, he stopped on a pillar in the house, and a ghost head knife slashed at the pillar. Xu Haobo's first feeling was that the ghost head knife was a good knife, because Xu Haobo was also a person who used a knife. Xu Haobo's mind spun quickly, from his memory, he had never seen this knife in the few times he came here, so where did this knife come from?

Xu Haobo stepped forward and took down the ghost head knife from the pillar, and he saw a little blood stain on the knife, which means that this knife may be a murder knife, and it was this knife that killed Wang Jin. Xu Haobo flicked the knife with his hand, and the knife made a sound that Xu Haobo was familiar with. Xu Haobo involuntarily said from his heart: Good knife.

Xu Haobo walked out of the house with a knife and waved his hand to the catchers standing in the courtyard, and the catchers went in to clean up Wang Jin's body, and Xu Haobo stood in a piece of sunshine. He subconsciously raised the knife in his hand under the sun, and saw that the handle of the knife was engraved with the word Wang Haixiong. Xu Haobo knew that this was the name of the Sword King, which meant that this knife was left to his son by the Sword King, and now it is the knife that Wang Jin himself is using.

Xu Haobo under the sun turned around and walked into the house again, the catchers in the house were busy, there was nothing unusual, the things were still neatly placed, there was no trace of a fight, the only change was that the owner of the house was already lying on the ground, and his body was divided into two halves and lying on the ground. Xu Haobo's face showed a kind of confusion, and he walked out of the room with his head down, standing in a bright sun.

Xu Haobo lowered his head and walked a few steps in the sun, then sat down on a stone in the courtyard and looked at the knife in his hand. There must be a reason for a person's unfatal death, and these Jianghu people are nothing more than some vendettas, but the knife in his hand is Wang Jin's, and Wang Jin died on this knife, and there is no trace of a fight in the house. Xu Haobo was a little puzzled and felt that all this was a little incredible. Xu Haobo, who was sitting in the sun, suddenly remembered the cause of death of the sword king Wang Haixiong on the rivers and lakes, it is said that the sword king also died under a knife, and it was also killed by a knife. Could that be the knife in your hand as well?

Thinking about it like this, Xu Haobo looked at the knife in his hand seriously, the blade was bright under the reflection of the sun, and there was a hint of blue in the snow brightness when he looked closely. As the person who made the knife, Xu Haobo couldn't help it, so he stood up, and involuntarily danced with the ghost head knife in his hand, the knife covered Xu Haobo's whole body like a snowflake, and some people shouted when they saw it.

Suddenly, the knife broke away from Xu Haobo's hand and flew freely in the air, the flying knife path was like an invisible hand, using a set of exquisite knife techniques. Xu Haobo looked at the knife blankly, as if he had been fixed. The knife flying in the air, after flying for a while, flew straight towards Xu Haobo, and the speed of the knife accelerated.

The onlookers screamed. Xu Haobo woke up to the screams and saw the knife slashing at his face. Xu Haobo didn't have time to think about it at all, just flashed to the side out of instinct, the knife slashed past his shoulder, splitting a piece of the flesh on his shoulder, the knife did not fall to the ground, but quickly reversed, slashing towards his waist, Xu Haobo dodged the knife with a backflip. The knife struck a tree in the courtyard and stopped its flight.

Xu Haobo looked at the knife on the tree with some shock, and didn't step forward for a long time. The knife swung incessantly in the sunlight and made a buzzing sound. The catchers came forward one after another, wanting to say something. Xu Haobo stopped them, and he stood in the sunlight and looked at the knife carefully, thinking about what had happened.

Wang Haixiong and Wang Jin both died under a knife, and this knife should be the knife in front of them, that is, this knife killed its owner. The reason is that this knife kills too many people in Wang Haixiong's hands, licks too much blood, and has demonic nature. After Wang Haixiong got old, he rarely walked on the rivers and lakes, and the knife had no chance to lick blood, so it killed its master, and then Wang Jin.

When he figured it all out, Xu Haobo felt a kind of disgusting, and he felt a little sick when he stood there. And the injuries on his body also hurt, Xu Haobo began to be unable to stand, but he still stood there and looked at the knife and said: Magic Knife. The man fell to the ground, and the catchers called his name.

A few days later, Xu Haobo appeared in front of the town's blacksmith shop, and when he took out the ghost-headed knife, the blacksmith recognized it at a glance. said: I didn't pick up this knife for Wang Jin just a few days ago, why did I come back again.

Xu Haobo nodded and did not speak.

Then the blacksmith said, "Uncle, this is a good sword!"

Xu Haobo looked at the knife and said: No matter how good the knife is, it is still a murder knife and a murder weapon.

The blacksmith looked at him and did not speak.

Xu Haobo didn't look at the blacksmith, but said lightly: You can change this knife into a few pig-killing knives for me!

With this knife, the blacksmith cried. It's a shame, it's a good knife.

Xu Haobo looked at the blacksmith and said word by word: In my eyes, this is just a knife that can kill.

The blacksmith looked at him and didn't move, just fiddled with the knife in his hand.

Xu Haobo looked at the blacksmith and said: You can do it. Then he didn't look at the knife and the blacksmith, but looked at the sky outside the shop, and said to himself: You like to see blood so much, I will let you see blood every day, and this is worthy of you. He let out a long sigh.