On the sofa in the hall, Pang Shiyuan, who was refreshed, sat cross-legged with his sword on his lap.

He dialed Xu Xiankuan's mobile phone, and the ringtone rang for a while, and then someone answered: "Hey, who is it?" ”

During the day, when Xu Xiankuan hired him as a martial arts instructor, he asked his secretary to give him a business card. He easily typed the number into his phone.

He doesn't have the habit of holding business cards, and it is convenient and quick to save them in his mobile phone.

"Hello, Director Xu. Sorry excuse me, I'm Pang Shiyuan. Pang Shiyuan's voice was very steady, as if today was just an ordinary day and nothing had happened.

"Pang Shiyuan? Oh, it's Mr. Pang! Xu Xiankuan was very surprised, "Teacher Pang called me late at night, is there something wrong?" ”

Pang Shiyuan said: "It is indeed something important to tell me, just now the mutant ran to my house......"

"What? Are you okay now? Before Pang Shiyuan finished speaking, Xu Xiankuan had already shouted. Along with his screams, there was the sound of getting out of bed. Obviously, Xu Xiankuan was shocked by him.

"It's fine. The mutant is dead. "Pang Shiyuan, this is not amazing, the rhythm is endless.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished saying this, there was no sound over there in an instant. After a while, Xu Xiankuan accepted the news he said: "The mutant is dead? ”

"Yes, dead." Pang Shiyuan is sure.

"Who killed it?".

"I killed you?"

"You killed it?" Xu Xiankuan will be sure.

"That's right." Pang Shiyuan affirmed again, and then said with a fake face, "I think, I can't tell 110 about mutants. So I dialed your phone, hoping it didn't bother you. ”

Xu Xiankuan immediately approving: "No, you did a good job." You wait, we'll be there soon. ”

"Okay, I'll wait." Pang Shiyuan put down his phone and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Slowly drew his long sword, picked up the flannel cloth beside him, and wiped it.

Today's unexpected killing shook him a lot, and although he had tried to calm himself down, if anything could be done by thinking about it, then where would there be so many regrets in this world.

He would always think involuntarily if he didn't wake up in time, if he didn't have a sword with him, if he ......

If this one made his heart really not calm, he decided to find something to do.

Apparently, he decided to take care of the sword.

It is not difficult to maintain the sword, all that is needed is care and meditation.

For the weapons he carried, Pang Shiyuan was not lacking in carefulness. Meditation, on the other hand, can be done slowly through the movements and procedures of rubbing the sword and coiling the sword.

This is also a different kind of mental cultivation.

When Pang Shiyuan's heart completely calmed down with the movements in his hand, he realized that the sword in his hand seemed to be a little different from when he bought it.

Pang Shiyuan's attention was focused all of a sudden, he liked the sword in his hand very much now, but he didn't want anything wrong with the sword.

The eyes observed the sword body inch by inch, and the black sword patterns on the sword body were still the same, and the slightest red thread did not seem to have changed...... Wait, the red line has changed.

I saw that the original subtle red line seemed to be a lot thicker!

Pang Shiyuan was a little shocked, he thought that he had read it wrong, so he began to observe carefully.

Just as he was about to re-observe, the sound of small footsteps came from the hallway outside the door. The footsteps were soft, but they still couldn't escape his sensitive ears.

Pang Shiyuan picked up his mobile phone and looked at the time, from the time he called Xu Xiankuan to the appearance of footsteps, it was almost seven minutes.

He couldn't help muttering in his heart: "The speed is okay, at least much faster than 110." ”

The door of his house had already been opened to welcome the guests, and four heavily armed SWAT officers quickly walked in. As soon as they entered the door, they quickly took control of the entire hall.

One of them seemed to want to aim his gun at Pang Shiyuan, who was leisurely watching them "perform", but was finally stopped by his companions.

Then, the follow-up SWAT continued to follow up.

Soon, this small commercial house of more than 100 square meters was filled by the special police at about 20. As for the safety and follow-up during the period, he didn't think he could hear it.

Sure enough, the police were all late.

It's just that these belated policemen are still doing such a thing, which is really speechless.

It's just that to Pang Shiyuan's surprise, he heard the sound of retching from the bedroom.

Obviously, SWAT officers have not all seen the world. Seeing the terrible scene in the bedroom, the SWAT couldn't bear it.

Pang Shiyuan didn't bother to pay attention to these special police, and looked down at the sword again.

This time, he was finally sure that the red silk on the sword had really changed, becoming thicker and longer.

Pang Shiyuan didn't know what was going on, but he easily thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that this sword still has the ability to suck blood? It's impossible to put! If it really is, it's too mysterious? Although Pang Shiyuan is being exposed to more and more incredible phenomena and people, his inherent ideas are still shackling his imagination.

But in the absence of a suitable explanation, even the most unlikely explanation is the only one.

Pang Shiyuan decided, and the delusion followed.

It doesn't matter if it's bloodsucking or not, as long as the power of the sword doesn't diminish.

With this in mind, he injected internal force into the sword to test whether the sword's performance had changed.

He injected internal force into the sword, and immediately found that the sword had really changed somewhat, and it seemed that the sword was more suitable for the transmission and use of internal force.

At this moment, Pang Shiyuan really didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

The sword in his hand seemed to be really an evil sword, otherwise how could it suck blood to increase its own power. Perhaps, the two tragedies Zhang Siwu mentioned were really caused by this sword.

However, even if the sword is really an evil sword, it seems that for now, it will only be good for him, and there will be no harm.

The sword is more suitable for internal force operation, which means that the power of the sword has been improved, which is naturally good news for the owner of the sword.

It's just that Pang Shiyuan is also slightly worried in his heart, whether this sword will affect his sanity one day.

As soon as Pang Shiyuan's worries arose, someone planned his worries.

"Teacher Pang, Teacher Pang, what are you thinking? Thinking so distractedly. Xu Xiankuan was calling him in the corridor.

It turned out that when he was thinking in a daze, Xu Xiankuan and Han Qiaoyan, Deputy Director Han, had already walked in.

Moreover, they hadn't just walked in, they had already looked at the bedroom, which was a hundred times more terrifying than the crime scene, and was sure that the mutant was really dead.

It's just that their expressions didn't relax because of the mutant's death, but became more solemn.

As soon as they came out of the bedroom, before they entered the hall, Xu Xiankuan opened his mouth to call Pang Shiyuan, and also called Pang Shiyuan back from the sword's thoughts.