Zhou Yang, who was regarded as a chivalrous man by Su Xiaocha, did not run so fast because he didn't ask for anything in return, but because he was still thinking about the kimono woman.

Just now because he was in a hurry to send Su Xiaocha back to his soul, he avoided fighting, and now that he finally had his hands free, he immediately turned back to find the back account.

Not to mention that this woman has a relationship with Watanabe Masao, ten out of ten is a raccoon dog, just the knife on the back can't be just counted.

Running back to the street where he fought, not only was the woman gone, but the bodies of Masao Watanabe and the soldiers had disappeared without a trace, and even the wreckage of the car he had blown up had been cleaned up.

The only evidence of a battle here is the two shallow pits on the ground.

Still, having these two pits is enough.

With these two pits, he was able to locate the exact location where the woman had stood.

And that woman's knife has his blood on it!

Zhou Yang stood up to the place where the kimono woman had last stood, pinched the mantra and recited the spell, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the wound on his back, and with a flick of it in the air, a red line appeared as if it were nothing, and it quickly extended into the distance along the street.

After four blocks of chasing down the red line, we finally came to an iron gate.

The red thread slipped into the door.

The iron gate is tall and large, and the whole body is pitch black, and it is flanked by high and thick walls, which cover the environment of the courtyard tightly.

There is a long sign hanging on the side of the door, with line characters on it, not in Chinese, but in Japanese: 六冊新クラブ!

Zhou Yang looked left and right.

The street is relatively remote, and there are almost no pedestrians in the early morning, so even if the evil spirit penetrates, it goes straight through the door.

Behind the high wall iron gate, there is a small bridge flowing water, ponds and streams, rockery demon stones, dwarf trees and flowers, among which there are wooden corridors zigzag shuttle, small arch bridges bend on the water, it is a typical Japanese-style mountain-building courtyard.

Houses loom in the middle of this scenery, all of which are distinctly Japanese-style buildings.

Separated by a door, but suddenly from the northern China step into the Dongying family.

Such a large courtyard is deserted, and not even half a figure can be seen.

The red line zigzags between the rocky creek bridges, leading to the depths of the houses.

Zhou Yang followed the red line and lurked deeply, and finally found the escaped kimono woman in a room.

She knelt in a Japanese-style room, the door was wide open, and there was a small coffee table on the ground in front of her, making tea seriously and concentratingly.

The blood-stained knife was placed on her right side, and it didn't even enter the sheath, and the bright red blood stains on the blade were particularly eye-catching.

At the end of the red line of guidance falls on the sword.

And on her right side, there is the two-handed heavy knife that Zhou Yang lost!

Zhou Yang understood at the time.

This is a trick.

People guessed that he would come after him, and they were waiting for him here.

In this way, he used the tea art to show off, and he was sure to eat him with confidence.

"Sir has worked hard from afar, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

The kimono woman didn't raise her head, so she raised her voice to greet her, which was completely a posture of entertaining friends.

This forced pretend, you can play 10 points.

Zhou Yang didn't hide anymore, walked out of the bushes, and walked into the house openly, but he didn't even take off his shoes, which seemed to be quite rude.

The kimono woman had just finished two cups of tea, lifted one of the cups, held it to her eyebrows, and bowed her head deeply, "Please!" ”

Zhou Yang saw that this posture was simply too good, the long snow-white neck was deeply bent like a swan's neck, it was called a tempting, and he immediately unceremoniously pulled out his knife and slashed the ground.

Came all the way to drink tea and chat, pretending to be forced?

Of course not!

Zhou Yang's two lives together are a rough person, without these fancy intestines, I don't understand these tea ceremony etiquette, if it was because of the past life, maybe I would sit down and chat a few words to touch the bottom of the other party, and then say whether to do it or not.

But in this life.

Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it!

If you have anything to say, I'll talk about it after the fight!

“ばか baka！”

With a roar, the roof cracked, and a snow-bright sword light slashed down in the air.

The woman in the kimono didn't lift her head, her body remained in a kneeling position, grabbed the sword, and slid backwards sharply.

A door cracked open in the wall behind him, revealing a dark room.

Zhou Yang threw the double knife upward, picked up the heavy knife with both hands on the ground with his feet, ignored the knife light on his head, stepped forward, and swung the knife to chase and slash.

The sword light above his head disappeared at the same time as the short knife was thrown.

A tall man fell hard.

There were two knives that Zhou Yang had just thrown in his chest.

“このことは……”

His face was full of disbelief and disbelief, and he trembled his hand to touch the double knife that had been inserted deep into his heart, but when he was halfway up, he fell weakly and stopped breathing.

Although the man is dead, his eyes are wide open, and he looks like he is dead.

The kimono woman probably didn't expect her subordinates to be so unhelpful, and seeing Zhou Yang slashing down with a heavy knife, she hurriedly raised her knife to block.

There was a loud bang, and sparks flew everywhere.

The sword snapped in response.

The woman in the kimono rolled over in embarrassment, only to dodge Zhou Yang's sharp blow.

As soon as she climbed into the door, she shouted something, and the door closed rapidly.

The footsteps sounded chaotically, the sliding door wall behind him was broken, and a large group of bald, shirtless and tattooed men rushed in violently, and couldn't help but raise their katana and slash at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang slashed the heavy knife around his body, forced the enemy back, and then threw it out of his hand.

The heavy knife struck the secret door that was closing, shattering it.

The woman in the kimono couldn't get to her knees, jumped up, pulled her legs and ran deeper into the room.

Zhou Yang retreated, retreated to the dead ghost who fell just now, raised his hand and pulled out the short knife, and immediately rushed into the crowd, for a while it seemed like a tiger like a flock of sheep, the knife light flickered, blood splashed, and the screams came one after another, it was actually connected into a line, as if a person was pulling his throat in a different tone and howling.

After a circle, there was not a single person standing in the room, and the figure of the woman in the kimono had just disappeared into the darkness of the room.

Zhou Yang inserted the short knife back into his waist, rushed towards it like a cannonball, picked up the heavy knife, and slammed it upward, where the blade pointed, the roof was shattered.

The sunlight shone through the hole into the dark inner room, and suddenly illuminated a group of black-clothed people lurking in the darkness clearly.

The black-clad men, some lying on the ground, some clinging to the wall, and some lying upside down on the ceiling, had already opened up their attacking posture.

It's just that the sudden sunlight disrupted their rhythm, and they were all a little dazed for a while.

Zhou Yang let out a long laugh and dragged a heavy knife into the inner room.

The woman in the kimono staggered out of the dark passage of the inner room, and without daring to turn her head, she hurried to the backyard.

She was full of remorse at this moment.

I thought that in my own territory, there were many accompanying masters, how could I take down this guy who was killed in the horizontal time, and then interrogate him carefully What does this matter have to do with it.

But I never expected that there would be such a master in this world, and her so-called master was really not even a dish in front of others!

"How so!"

She couldn't figure it out.

Let's not say that the positions of both sides are not clear now, even if the hostile positions are clear, shouldn't everyone, as masters, first put on a show, talk about their hearts, pretend to be forced, and then start fighting?

A master must have a master's style!

This is also a sign of respect for the enemy, okay or not!

She was a master according to her habits, but the other party didn't accept the invitation at all, and when she came up, she flipped the table and pulled out a knife to cut people!

How can there be such a master in the world!

This angry and corrupt look is simply unbearable!

I haven't seen it before, what kind of hatred and what kind of grudge?

She pondered in her heart, she didn't stop under her feet, but she ran out of a distance of less than 100 meters, and heard a loud bang behind her, as if a cannonball exploded, and subconsciously looked back, but saw that the house that escaped was torn apart, and several people in black fell out with the explosion like rag dolls, falling to the ground, and blood splashed everywhere!

In the chaos, Zhou Yang carried a heavy knife on his shoulder and stepped out.

The woman in the kimono was so frightened that she ran forward with all her might, and without daring to change her breath, she rushed through the garden hundreds of meters until she came to a room at the back of the garden.

Unlike the others, this house is built on a high ground with a long stone staircase in front of it, overlooking the courtyard in a condescending manner.

The woman in the kimono threw herself at the foot of the stone steps, using her hands and feet together, and while climbing up, she cried at the top of her voice: "Help!" ”

Zhou Yang had already chased after her, and raised his foot to kick her over and trample on her.

To say that the kimono woman is also a master, but she was suppressed by Zhou Yang's unreasonable and indomitable ferocious momentum, and she couldn't even raise the courage to resist, and after being trampled, she was so frightened that she cried loudly and begged: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, we have no grudges and no hatred, you can't kill me......"

Zhou Yang smiled, "It doesn't matter, there will be one later!" ”

A stab.

The screaming and struggling came to an abrupt end.

Hatred and resentment are all in the future, but now it is a knife, saving countless troubles!

"Nan no Amitabha!"

A low Buddha horn sounded above the long steps.

Zhou Yang held a long knife in his hand and looked up.