South Vietnam.

Ningling.

The streets are bustling with people, many shops are sweeping the snow in front of their doors, and the morning sun is faintly sprinkled on the eaves of the bright pavilions.

Because of the snow for several days, many people have not gone out for a long time, and the weather is rarely clear, so they naturally have to come out to buy it in case of emergency.

A man in black in the crowd looked out of place, and the aura of being unapproachable made ordinary people take a detour when they saw him, and they didn't even dare to look at him.

The man was slender, with a black mask, thin lips, and no special emotions in his eyes, and he held a sword in his hand, a long sword with a golden dragon carving engraved on the hilt, and even those who didn't understand swords could see that it was a high-grade sword.

He didn't care about the phenomenon of everyone avoiding him, and still walked towards the front by himself until he stopped in front of a pawnshop.

He stood still in the doorway, paused for a moment, then looked up at the plaque, his hand holding his sword tightened, and he stepped inside.

"Dang or ransom?"

The pawnshop owner was a middle-aged man with a mustache, a fat head and big ears, wearing a red gold square hat, wearing a red gold bamboo robe, and a few green bamboos embroidered on the cuffs of the robe.

"Bang."

The man did not hesitate to put the long sword in his hand in front of the boss, and a pair of emotionless eyes stared at him like this.

The boss was taken aback by the other party's move, his steps couldn't stop taking a few steps back, and after swallowing his saliva, he slowly raised his head, and when he saw that the person who came was full of anger, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and wiped the cold sweat that did not exist.

He looked down at the sword in front of him, then came closer, nodded and asked, "What do you mean to be a sword?" ”

The man nodded.

The boss gave an embarrassed but polite smile, and once again reached out and wiped the corner of his forehead, "Can I take a look?" ”

The man nodded.

After getting permission, the old man smiled at the man, and then picked up the sword on the counter with both hands, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, the amazing light in his eyes became heavier and heavier, for a moment, "This is a superb and good sword, are you sure the guest officer wants to be it?" ”

The man still nodded.

The boss knew in his heart, Shaoyan, sighed, he stared into the man's eyes, "Is the guest officer alive or dead?" ”

The man didn't speak, just stared at the boss.

As if the other party knew what he meant, he put down the sword in his hand, "If the guest officer is in demand, he can redeem it, but he has to add interest, and if he dies, he gets twice the money in his current period, but it cannot be redeemed." ”

"So......" the boss looked at the man and paused, "what is your choice?" ”

The man reached out and pushed the sword forward, and there was no other movement after that.

"Sure when the time of death?"

The man nodded slightly.

"Hey." The boss glanced at the man, and after making sure there was no problem, he stretched out five fingers, "I see that you are also in a hurry to use the money, so I won't say more about 500 taels." ”

The man stared at the sword on the counter and didn't speak, the boss thought that the other party had seen something, and just wanted to speak, he was relieved to see the man nodding.

The man naturally saw the boss's expression, but he didn't say anything, he just reached out and touched the long sword, and finally there was some emotion in his eyes.

Seven late, sorry.

I really can't watch her continue like this, I'm really afraid that she will leave like this, I'm really afraid...... I'm scared.