Narong lay on the bed with his back facing the sky, snoring and drinking, and saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth to the pillow. In broad daylight, when on duty, drinking and sleeping soundly is really ridiculous. But Zhao Shankun can't control so much, he knows very clearly who this Narong is, the saber is unsheathed, raised high and falls fiercely!

It's just that it didn't fall to the end, and the saber didn't move when it hung four fingers wide on Na Rong's neck, and Zhao Shankun's hand holding the knife was shaking. This is not that Zhao Shankun is afraid, but a voice sounded in his head: "Shankun, lend me your body, I want to take revenge with my own hands!" ”

Song Xiongfang was delirious, and whenever he encountered something related to his officers and soldiers, he would lose his mind, and he was no different from a beast. But now that the enemy is currently in the background, Song Xiongfang has calmed down and can speak to Zhao Shankun. This was not the most surprising thing for Zhao Shankun, what surprised him the most was that he could hear Song Xiongfang's voice.

Just now, Song Xiongfang made a fuss in his body, which made Zhao Shankun also uneasy, and in desperation, Zhao Shankun used a secret method to seal Song Xiongfang's soul on the tattoo behind his back. I don't know how much strength this Song Xiongfang used to break free from the secret method and spread this sentence! Only an unforgettable hatred can drive the dead to do such an impossible thing.

Zhao Shankun raised the knife up a bit and asked, "Officer Song, are you Qingming now?" ”

"I know what I'm doing," Song Xiongfang's tone was as cold as snow water, but it was unusually calm, "Isn't this still talking to you?" Lend me your body, and I will slay my enemies, not your hand. ”

"Officer Song, I'll talk ahead." Zhao Shankun was still a little uneasy, "It's a small thing to give you your body, if you go crazy after borrowing my body, then it's a big deal." When the time comes, if you really provoke others, you and I will have to explain here. ”

"Don't worry, I know what you mean." Song Xiongfang sighed lightly, "Hey...... Since I have become your embodied soul, it is one with you, and if you die, I will not live. I am now sane, and if you give me your body, I will be careful. ”

Zhao Shankun thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'm handing over my life to you, Officer Song." ”

The voice fell, and as soon as his eyes were closed, Zhao Shankun was no longer Zhao Shankun, and the temperament of the whole person had undergone earth-shaking changes in this instant. In those red eyes, there seemed to be an iron horse Jingo, and guns rang out. When he opened his mouth again, it was also Song Xiongfang's voice: "Brothers, Old Song will avenge you!" ”

Xu is voice was noisy just now, Song Xiongfang just lifted the saber, but the face lying on the bed woke up and opened his eyes.

The adult drank vigorously, slept in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he first saw a bright steel knife in front of his eyes, and he was startled: "Ah! With an exclamation, he was blocked in his throat by a mouthful of saliva, and he didn't make much noise, but choked himself and coughed.

coughed a few times, and when he got angry, he saw clearly that it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old offspring who was holding the knife. The adult knew his situation, and this was an assassination. Now, even if you shout for the guards, you have to answer for your life. He didn't dare to sit up, lying on the boat and raising his hands and fists: "Little hero!" What is this for? If you have something to say, it's good to say. ”

Song Xiongfang sneered: "Hehe, that adult, that battalion officer, you have lived a good life all these years." I tell you well, I have come to ask for my life. ”

A cold sweat broke out on the melon door of the Rong's brain: "Oh, what did you say, I don't know you?" ”

"Oh, you don't know me?" Song Xiongfang put the knife on Na Rong's neck, "Listen carefully to my voice, do you still recognize it?" ”

Narong panicked, his eyes were dripping and rolling in his sockets, and he was suddenly stunned, his pupils were dilated, and his voice trembled: "This knife...... You! You...... You are...... Are you a Song Sentinel officer? ”

Song Xiongfang smiled slightly, but it was full of vicissitudes, which matched Zhao Shankun's tender little face, looking so weird: "Let you be a ghost, go back to the Netherworld, don't forget to tell the king of Hades who killed you, you have to remember the kindness of my generation." ”

"Come ......"

"Poof!"

Na Rong wanted to shout "come here", but before the words could be spit out, Song Xiongfang swung his knife and cut his neck. The knife came down with hatred, although it was close to Na Rong's neck, but it cut half of the neck, and the blood came out along the wound, sprayed straight to the roof of the shed, and then fell on Zhao Shankun.

The blood covered his head, and Zhao Shankun shuddered, this is a return to the soul. He and Song Xiongfang are two sides of the same body, although it was Song Sentinel who occupied his body just now, but he also knew exactly what was going on. Raising his hand, he wiped the blood on his face with his cuffs, and pulled the sheet under his body to wipe off the blood stains on the knife, Zhao Shankun put the knife into the sheath and prepared to return the same way. When the time comes, I change the clothes on my body, and when I have the time, I stuff the bloody clothes into the stove pit, and before I know it, this thing is over.

At this time, Zhao Shankun was still a little still in a dream. It's that simple, it's that easy, and it's over. Narong is still alive, and the revenge has not yet been avenged, which has always been a big pimple in Song Xiongfang's heart. Na Rong didn't die for a day, and Song Xiongfang felt like a fish in his throat for a day.

But it's just a mistake, this Rong who has been living in the barracks, was arranged to do such a thankless drudgery because he didn't like Shangguan, and he came to Gujiazi Town, Lishu County, far away from Fucheng. It was such a coincidence, Huzi and Chou'er asked me to settle accounts with the monk Wuyu, Zhao Shankun followed with a dead face, and Huzi happened not to let Zhao Shankun go to Dagu Mountain with them, so that he could meet Narong.

Things in the world are always so inexplicable, I thought it was a very thrilling and difficult thing, but it was solved, and it was fine! Who would have thought that? Even Zhao Shankun didn't have the pleasure of revenge, he only felt confused. Song Xiongfang, who had just stabbed the enemy in his body, was also very peaceful, and there was no movement, just like usual.

But when Zhao Shankun opened the window and stepped on the windowsill to turn outside, the door of the room was pushed open. The person who came was also a drunken officer, without a hat, with his uniform open and his braids around his neck, and shouted as he pushed the door: "My lord, I have found a few girls, do you want to be happy together?" ”

Broken! Be cautious, Zhao Shankun, who has no experience in the rivers and lakes, still made a big mistake. Obviously, they had tried to enter the house before, but because they were so anxious to find Narong, they forgot to check whether the door of this room was bolted. He didn't expect that the door was unlocked when he was sleeping!

Good guys, hit the muzzle! Zhao Shankun turned around when he heard the voice, and when the visitor looked at him like this, both of them were stunned. Zhao Shankun was frightened, he had just finished killing someone, no matter how calm he was, he was panicked. And the officer who pushed the door in was also frightened. Whoever pushed open the door and saw a person squatting at the window on the opposite side, when he turned around, his face was bloodshot, and his face was scared.

It was Zhao Shankun who reflected first, after all, he was not drunk. He spread his hand from the window, stepped forward in three or two steps, grabbed the officer's wrist, dragged him into the room, pulled him into his arms, threw out a knife from his sleeve, and put it against the officer's eyes. Zhao Shankun covered the officer's mouth and nose, and the officer struggled twice in his arms, and then completely stopped moving.

Zhao Shankun's strength is greater than that of his peers, not much, and it is still the level of a thirteen-year-old child. But he is not an ordinary practitioner, and Song Xiongfang is in his body, using spells, simply comparing strength, Huzi is not even his opponent. That's why he was able to drag an adult into the room so easily and kill him neatly, without making any big noise.

Zhao Shankun let go, closed the half-open door, and fell into the latch from the inside, which was a sigh of relief. At that moment just now, it was thrilling. If you really let this officer scream, it will be fatal. That's why Zhao Shankun chose to fight and gamble once-fortunately, he won the bet.

However, this is not a long-term solution, from the words of this officer, Zhao Shankun knew that someone had found a few people who sold skin and meat and came to call Narong over. Then this person dies here, and after a long time, other officers who are with him will come to check on him. When the time comes, it will be found that there are two dead people in the room, and only the inn will be thoroughly investigated. Zhao Shankun didn't have as much time as he originally planned to change clothes, wash his face, dispose of bloody clothes, and hide knives.

Now there is no other way but to run. He rummaged out, returned to his room, and hurriedly found a change of clothes for Huzi to put on his body. It was wide enough for him to not look bloated when it was covered over his body, not to arouse suspicion, and enough to cover the blood on his clothes—he didn't have the time to change clothes.

The washing water in the morning had not yet been poured, he hurriedly washed his face, looked at the bronze mirror, and made sure that there was no blood left outside, so he turned over and did not care about the other soft except the window.

Even if he was running for his life, Zhao Shankun was not too flustered, but dealt with himself well. Because it was broad daylight, it was noon, and even if he climbed out of the backyard of the inn and walked down the path, he would inevitably run into people. The saber was too big for him to hide. Then the people on the street saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy covered in blood on his back, which was too dazzling. That's why he cleaned himself up so quickly.

But then again, even with no blood, he still looked too suspicious. Wearing ill-fitting clothes and walking down the street with a knife on your back is inevitably not remembered.

So Zhao Shankun is now grabbing time, he is gambling again, he bets that before he goes out of the city, these soldiers have not found their rooms!

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