My spine is cold, who is it? Who is going to put us to death?

Who's it? The Lu family? Or the Huang family?

I don't understand, why would they do this?

Everyone is a Yangtze River patrolman, and there is no injustice or enmity between each other, so why should we be killed?

What's the conspiracy here?

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, and I couldn't think about it anymore.

My gut told me that we had fallen into a premeditated trap.

Huzi, have you taken care of your spirits? Grandpa stood up.

Huzi grinned, with an indifferent and calm look: No problem!

In the dark, two big red boats approached our funeral boat, one on the left and one on the right.

In the dead silence of the night, I suddenly saw two flower boats with such bright colors, which was really mysterious.

The chill seeped into my skin, and the two big red flower boats were like two big red coffins floating on the water, which was particularly terrifying.

I don't know what's wrong with sleeping in a coffin all night since I saw something rectangular.

Two large saffron boats were caught in the middle of it, sandwiching our funeral boat.

The two big red boats were two or three times larger than our funeral boats, and the festive colors of the red were in stark contrast to the jet-black funeral boats. This kind of flower boat is a passenger boat for guests to play, the boat is full of lights, not only hangs a big red cloth curtain, the center of the hull also builds a two-storey high stage, antique, in the ancient Suzhou and Hangzhou generation, you can often see such a flower boat. There are also beautiful girls on many flower boats, and there are soft pavilion private rooms on the boats, and many rich sons like to drink flower wine on the boats.

Knock knock!

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside, and several people jumped off each of the two boats, and through the window, we could see many figures walking around on the deck, and then the figures quickly dispersed and surrounded the cabin we were in.

Huzi's five fingers opened slightly, and the soul-chasing sword quietly slid into Huzi's palm, only to hear him scold in a low voice: I actually ran to the Yangtze River to sing, did you sing it to the ghost? I want them to know what happens when noise is a nuisance!

Noise nuisance?!

Sixi and I looked at each other and almost burst out laughing.

Uncle Hu Zi was really funny when he spoke, and the singing sound of Gaotaimen disturbed his sweet dream, and he actually called it noise disturbing the people.

Grandpa smiled and echoed: Yes! The punishment on the Yangtze River, noise disturbing the people is punishable by death!

As soon as he finished speaking, his grandfather's gaze suddenly froze, and the killing intent in his eyes surged like snow.

Swish!

Grandpa raised the corpse pen, instantly penetrated the window, and stabbed a figure outside with lightning speed.

A cloud of blood splattered over the window, like a demon's graffiti, and the figure fell without a snort.

Bang!

Almost at the same time, a Guan Gong knife slashed into the window.

Fortunately, Grandpa dodged in time, and the bright blade slashed against Grandpa's throat, reflecting Grandpa's face in a miserable white.

Hearing a loud bang, Guan Gongdao's residual momentum continued unabated, and he slashed horizontally from the window, splitting the entire window into pieces.

your second uncle! In the midst of the loud shouts, the tiger rose into the sky, like a disarmed cannonball smashing the roof of the ship's cabin, and the sword was violent, scattering and flying in all directions like a streamer.

Cha! Cha! Cha!

Three human heads flew up at the same time, and the three streams of blood were like fountains, rushing straight up to a height of more than three meters.

Hula!

Guan Gongdao's knife spun upside down, and a semi-arc of cold light flashed above my head in front of me, and the domineering knife aura actually lifted the entire cabin roof into the air.

Grandpa suddenly jumped up, slammed through the cabin, and rolled to the feet of the actor with Guan Gong's knife.

The actor was burly, nearly 190 centimeters above sea level, and the heavy Kanto knife weighed nearly 100 catties, but in his hands it was like a toy, wielding it vigorously. The man was dressed in a wide robe, with makeup powder on his face, and his cheeks were red, looking very funny, but very weird.

The actor slashed at the grandfather with a knife, and the grandfather was agile, slipping through the crotch of the drama like a loach, and the drama was cut into the air when the knife landed. Listening to the rumbling sound, the sawdust flew, the force of the play was extremely strong, and the heavy Guan Gong knife directly sank under the ship's plank, chiseling out a big hole in the ship's board.

The actor wanted to pick up the knife and cut again, but found that the blade was stuck under the ship's board, and he couldn't lift Guan Gong's knife for a while.

On the battlefield, life and death are often between this line.

Grandpa saw the opportunity, and the corpse pen clicked twice on the left and right calves of the play, sealing the blood veins in the legs.

Thump!

Xizi's legs went limp, and he fell to his knees suddenly.

Grandpa jumped up, and the corpse pen stabbed out like lightning, and sank into the back of the play's head, and the tip of the pen pierced through the play's eyebrows. Grandpa retracted the corpse pen, and a shocking blood hole appeared in the center of the play's head, and the blood shot forward more than two meters away, and the burly actor fell face down to the ground, and there was no more sound.

I was dumbfounded, I couldn't believe my eyes.

You know, the tip of the corpse pen is soft, but in the hands of my grandfather, the corpse pen has become indestructible, and the lethality is extremely powerful, far beyond my imagination.

It seems that I have never understood the true strength of my grandfather, and I have never understood the power of the corpse pen.

Before, what I coveted and envied the most was Uncle Hu Zi's soul chasing sword, even if there was no soul chasing sword, Cai Sixi's soul snatching sword was also very good, I thought it was a real divine weapon, but I underestimated my own weapon. I thought that the corpse pen was nothing more than a magic weapon used to deal with evil things, but I didn't expect that on the battlefield of human beings, it was still full of gods!

Red lanterns were raised on the flower boats on both sides, and the lights splashed down, reflecting our funeral boats in a dazzling light, and our figures were all exposed under the light.

Because I had fought with the fishermen before, I was not as nervous as before when facing the people from Gaotaimen this time.

However, in terms of clothing, Gaotaimen is indeed weirder and gloomy than fishermen.

The Gaotaimen people were wearing colorful costumes, and their faces were covered with all kinds of heavy makeup, looking strange and inexplicable, they were very similar to the paper figures used for memorial services, like a group of demons and monsters running out of the underworld.

But judging from the skills of these people, their kung fu tends to be feminine, and it seems to be even more powerful than the fishermen.

Moreover, there are many people in Gaotaimen, and there are forty or fifty people in the two flower boats combined, which is more than double the formation of fishermen, and this time I want to retreat with my whole body, I'm afraid it's a little difficult.

Although Grandpa and Huzi tried their best to kill the strong enemy, there was a huge difference in the number of people between the two sides. At first, they were able to barely resist, but as time went by, the scene was basically slowly controlled by the high platform, and Grandpa and Huzi were also suppressed by each other.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

After a few sword lights, two or three more Gaotaimen people fell in front of Huzi, blood flowing sideways on their makeup-covered faces, and their deaths were extremely hideous.

Huzi staggered back, standing back to back with his grandfather, his body covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the blood of the enemy or his own.

Third master, there are too many people on the other side, and it is not a way to continue to fight like this, even if we are not killed by them, we will have to die of exhaustion! Huzi's chest rose and fell violently, and the sound of wheezing was as heavy as the sound of pulling bellows.

Let's go! Let's go!

Blood dripped down Grandpa's fingers, and it was clear that Grandpa was also injured.

In a sense, Gaotaimen is a little more moral than fishermen, they have been besieging Grandpa and Uncle Huzi, and they have never attacked our two children from beginning to end. Of course, maybe the enemy doesn't take us seriously at all.

Brothers, they won't last long, everyone! A leading actor shouted loudly to cheer on his own people.

When the others heard the leader shouting like this, they immediately lifted their morale and gathered around again.

Huzi's face was tense, his face was covered with blood, and he looked like a demon crawling out of hell, he was carrying the soul chasing sword, still domineering: Fuck it! If you want to die, let the horse come, Cai Ye will definitely give him a ride!

The tiger was full of momentum, and he actually shocked the enemy, and many people couldn't help but stop, not daring to rush forward.

The air slowly solidifies.

Suddenly, the two actors who were not afraid of death finally couldn't bear to make a move.

One person came out with a gun, and the red tassel spear was like a dragon out of the sea, flying in the air and stabbing at Huzi's chest.

The other person performed the ground-rolling knife technique, picking up the Pu knife and slashing the tiger's ankle diagonally.

As soon as the two went up and down, they cooperated very tacitly, and their moves were very fierce, wanting to kill the tiger in one move.

Look for death! Huzi shouted violently, his eyes were like electricity, and an invisible murderous aura swept towards the two actors like a wave.

I saw Huzi sideways to avoid the red tassel gun coming from his chest, and at the same time he shot out like lightning and accurately stepped on the Pu knife under his feet.

Yikes! With a roar, the sword light rose into the sky, slashing off the head of the red tasseled spear. At the same time, Huzi stomped on his toes, a powerful force penetrated his toes, and the Pu knife shook away, and the scene was caught off guard, the tiger's mouth cracked, the blood flowed for a long time, and the Pu knife flew out of his hand in a spin.

Swish! Swish!

Everyone didn't see how Huzi made a move, only saw two sword lights mixed with two blood lights, and two human heads flew high and spun up, hanging on the lantern of the flower boat.

All four were shocked, and the enemies who surrounded them involuntarily took a step back, and their faces showed shock.

Two high-intensity battles in a row almost exhausted all of Huzi's body, Huzi could no longer stand unsteadily, and fell to the ground on one knee, but he inserted the soul-chasing sword into the board of the ship with his backhand, supporting his body and not falling.

Come on! it! Cai Ye, I'm here, come and kill me if you have a kind! Huzi hissed and roared, his eyes breathed fire, and his tenacious spirit shocked everyone present. Even if they knew that Huzi was at the end of their crossbows, those Gaotaimen people didn't dare to approach lightly at this time, because dying beasts would also kill!