Chinese Empire, the first year of Hongxian, 1916 in the Western calendar, on the snowy night of New Year's Day, there was only half an hour left before the rooster crowed.

Biyun Temple in Xiangshan, behind the King Kong Throne Tower, Qin's father and son used an axe to chop firewood. The ancient trees of Xiangshan are towering to the sky, and there are often wolves and other wild things that infest, attacking the cattle, sheep and even children of the villagers. Sometimes walking in the wild in the middle of the night, when encountering wolves, they will also be bitten off their throats and dragged away. They found a leeward col with little snow, no trees around, and no danger of starting a wildfire.

The young Qin Beiyang took off his coat and hat, and his head was full of steam. When he turned around, the lost family was gone, and the coachman was nowhere to be found, except for an old horse panting for air. The coffin, painted with bright red lacquer, was quiet in the carriage.

Deathly quiet.

"He's finally dead."

Qin Beiyang fought a cold war, not daring to disturb the sleeping of the dead. He walked around the snow a few times, but did not find anyone other than his father and son.

"Why did that guy drop the coffin and slip away? Even if you don't want to be cremated, you shouldn't do it, you still look like a dutiful son. ”

"Are there any wolves?" However, no traces of blood were found. And if there is a wolf, the horse will bark at the first time.

The snow stopped.

Qin Beiyang patted the old horse's head: "Where did they go?" Hurry up and catch up, or you'll be slaughtered by us." ”

The horse neighed, threw up its neck, leaped, and spread its hooves and ran down the hill.

The coffin on the carriage suddenly exploded with a loud thunderous sound, and the coffin lid was cracked into several pieces, just like firecrackers set off during the Spring Festival.

Before the chickens of the first seven crowed, the corpse mutation came!

A black shadow flew out of the coffin, which split into two in mid-air. Could it be that the corpse is split in two? Or did the person who came not make it clear, there were two corpses lying in the coffin?

It was clearly two clear figures, each falling into the snow next to the carriage. The old horse frantically pulled half of the coffin and turned around.

The two zombies were also dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes and rushed towards Qin Customs and Qin Beiyang respectively.

"Run!" Qin Customs shouted urgently.

It is not wise to flee to the mountains before dawn. Qin Customs raised his axe and knew how to deal with the corpse mutation. The zombie that rushed in front of him was an old man in his fifties with two moustaches.

The moonlight came out, illuminating the zombie's face through the reflection of the snow.

Qin Beiyang recognized this face - a slender face, a narrow nose bridge, eagle-like eyes, and a cold light flashed in his hand, which was clearly a dagger that sealed his throat with blood.

It's not a zombie at all! Instead, seven years ago, he created the Tianjin German Concession Extermination Case and killed the assassin of his adoptive father Qiu Desheng.

The other party deftly dodged Qin Customs' axe and stabbed at Qin Customs again.

Qin Beiyang pulled his father hard, and the assassin's dagger was only half an inch off, grazing the edge of Lao Qin's neck, and stabbing the padded jacket at the junction of the shoulder and neck.

The dagger was withdrawn, bringing out snow-white cotton wool and splashing bright red droplets of blood.

"Daddy!"

Qin Beiyang didn't want to see his second father also die at the hands of the same assassin, so he frantically threw out the craftsman's wooden box, just in time to block the assassin's second blow.

Another whistling wind stabbed Qin Beiyang's neck.

There was also a second person, although disguised as a zombie dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, revealing a young face in the moonlight, with a centipede-like scar on his right cheek - another young assassin seven years ago, the murderer of Qin Beiyang's adoptive mother.

It's them again! This combination of old and young assassins still used daggers to take the lives of others. Qin Beiyang's movements were extremely agile, and he dodged back to avoid this stab.

The frightened old horse dragged the coffin back to him. Qin Beiyang dragged his father to jump into the carriage, sat down in the coachman's position, grabbed the reins and turned around and went down the mountain.

Qin Customs collapsed on the broken coffin, his hands covering the wounds between his neck and shoulders. Fortunately, he wore a thick cotton jacket to cushion the power of the dagger a little, otherwise he would have been cut by the carotid artery and would have died.

The carriage galloped towards the foot of Xiangshan.

The two assassins in the back gave hot pursuit, taking off the official robes of the Qing Dynasty that had difficulty moving, and taking off the flower feathers on their tops, revealing a short fight. His legs were not like those born by his parents, as if he had Hot Wheels and Scuds, and he was never distanced by the carriage.

"Daddy! Are you okay? ”

Qin Beiyang controlled the old horse while asking the old Qin behind. However, Qin Customs has been a craftsman all his life, not to mention suffering from a little flesh and skin, even if he has broken his fingers, he has survived.

Lao Qin in the carriage, no matter how much he looked at the coffin, there was nothing in it. The so-called corpse transformation is all deception, and the movement and speech in the coffin board are also made by two assassins pretending to be ghosts, in order to trick their father and son to the deserted mountain in the middle of the night. The guy who wore linen and wore filial piety, and the coachman who cowered in fear, were all hired to act and sing double reeds.

The Qin father and son unexpectedly broke the day's seamless assassination plan by proposing to change the burial to cremation—if they were to dig the gold well and the tomb, the Assassins would take advantage of the surprise and quietly climb out of the coffin board and slit their throats, as if digging for something would be easier than killing a chicken.

At the same time, sixteen-year-old Qin Beiyang's brain was also flying. He remembered that seven years ago, on the night of the murder of the enemy couple, two patrols were also quietly cut to death. Fortunately, after the "bereaved family" and the coachman escaped, Qin Beiyang told Lao Ma to chase the two living people, forcing the assassin to break the coffin or be burned to ashes in the cremation.

The old horse pulling the cart is old after all, and his four legs have no strength. The two Assassins did not give up, and gradually approached behind. Qin Customs grabbed two coffin boards and threw them down. The young Assassin deftly dodged the first block, but the old Assassin smashed the plank with a single punch. Both of them are stunts.

The wheels carried the coffin fragments all the way to the flat land in western Beijing, and it seemed that they were about to reach the camel village. The old horse was so successful that the horse lost its front hooves, foamed at the mouth, and died on the spot. The carriage overturned in an instant, the two big wheels broke into countless pieces, and the Qin father and son jumped out of the car at the last moment to escape.

The rooster crows Tianming.

Although the two Assassins had already rushed closer, they were also distracted by the overturned carriage, and countless wooden slats struck sideways, knocking them to the ground. Qin Beiyang found that the young assassin's dagger had fallen again, so he dared to fly forward and punch at the enemy who killed his mother.

In the past seven years, he will not forget the name "Qiu Xiaogeng", the farewell book of Qiu Desheng before his death, and the oath of the blade assassin. He thought about revenge day and night, but he didn't expect that on this snowy night, these two assassins who had a deep blood feud with him would take the initiative to send them to the door.

In the two years that Qin Beiyang was in Camel Village, he only did three things - first, to learn craftsmanship from his father; second, read all the books that can be found, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign; Third, fights, brawls, and wrestling.

In terms of the ability to fight, although he is young, he can be regarded as the first brand within a hundred miles of western Beijing.

He grabbed the young assassin, and the scar on his face was clearly visible. The man was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, without a beard, and his face was white, except for the extremely ugly scars. He glared at Qin Beiyang angrily, eager to break his corpse into thousands of pieces and avenge his broken appearance. This person's punches are extremely ferocious, and his leg kung fu is especially good - the first leg kicked a small tree, and the second leg directly kicked Qin Beiyang away.

Fortunately, he fell on the snow, Qi Beiyang got up with a rolling belt, and put on the Buku posture that the Xishan Banner people are good at, wanting to compete with the other party in wrestling. On the other side, Qin Customs lifted a large coffin board and smashed it on the head of the old assassin. He grabbed his son by the collar again and ran desperately towards the camel village.

The old assassin came with daggers in both hands, and his feet in the snow, and the wind was about to take off the heads of the two men.

The sun is out.