Xiacheng District, Ganlu-in, is brightly lit.

In the past, it was filled with the smell of spices and shisha, the sound of warblers and swallows, the wealth and beauty, and the enthusiastic servants ran around every corner, and the red sleeves and white yarn fluttered in the fragrant wind.

It's like a paradise on earth.

But now there was no 'paradise on earth', and there were no spices or hookahs, and the girls all hid in their rooms screaming in horror, and the red sleeves and white gauze were burning.

Everywhere there were thugs armed with swords and swords.

These fierce men in turbans rushed out of the open door of the hole, and like a tidal wave, surrounded the man, clenched their swords, and waited for him.

One person, only one enemy.

Facing the sight of all the thugs, the ghost hand took off the pipe at the corner of his mouth: "Is the corpse Luo Yiduo there?"

Behind the crowd, there was a sigh of pity.

In the midst of the layers of protection, the corpse Luo Yiduo stared at him, and his eyes became regretful: the ghost hand is really old.

When he first came to Avalon when he was young, everyone said that the ghost hand was the best killer, unprecedented, and the skill in the palm of his hand was unparalleled in the world, and all those who were targeted by him would die, and he was at that time.

But then he took on the work he shouldn't have done, touched something he shouldn't touch, violated the shaman's rules, and the shaman's hand was cut off by the shaman's own hand.

Since that hand was cut off, the ghost hand has not achieved anything to speak of.

Even if the hand is connected again, the broken bone will not come, and it will become a shaman's dog...... After so many years, not only has he become like this, but he has even forgotten all his former skills?"

"Why sigh?"

When Onihand heard his voice, he began to laugh. He looked up and stared at the pair of gloomy eyes behind the crowd:

"Corpse Rod, though I'm here to take your life. But isn't it a joy to meet old friends?"

"It stands to reason that a sneaky thing like yours should come to the door in the dark?"

Corpse Luo Yiduo asked in a cold voice: "Do you think that when you come here and say that you want to find me, I will obediently present my head?"

"I'm sorry. You may be mistaken. ”

Ghost Hand laughed, shook his head, snuffed out his pipe, and put it in his arms, his voice soft: "Yes, I used to be a killer, but I am not good at stealth and assassination, and I have never done the work of stealth and patience.

Suffice it to say, I'm not good at that—"

He paused. Reached out and took off the glove on his right hand:

"—because I like to go through the front door. ”

On the black leather gloves, six hidden buttons were unfastened one after another under his instigation, and each hidden button was unfastened, and a belt bound to the back of his hand bounced up.

Click, click......

Eventually, the long-held glove fell off silently. Silently fell to the ground. As the sleeve of the ghost hand slowly rolled up, the palm hidden under the long glove. Finally revealed his true colors.

In the light of the torches, there was nothing.

Nothing!

Corpse Luo Yiduo's expression changed, his eyes were faintly fierce, and the fingers behind his back flicked slightly.

In the darkness of the rooftops, a scream burst out of thin air.

Bite!

An arrow smeared with dark green venom suddenly appeared, but froze in the air. Frozen in front of the ghost's hand—like being held in the palm of an invisible hand.

Seeing everyone's stunned eyes, Ghost Hand smiled and tried to 'tighten his five fingers', so the crackling sound of knuckles rubbing against each other sounded in the blank space.

The arrows shattered and turned into powder.

Followed by. He stretched out his 'hand' and reached into the chest of the enemy in front of him, slowly withdrawing it.

There was no blood, no scars, nothing out of the ordinary, just an extra heart in his hand that was still beating.

Poof.

The man who lost his heart fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. No matter how precious the potion is drunk, how much life force is squeezed out, and the heart cannot be regenerated in an instant, then it is useless in the face of this trick.

"As you can see, Mr. Corpse. ”

The ghost hand stepped forward, and his voice was polite: "I don't know swordsmanship, I don't know how to use arrows, and I don't know how to poison and sneak attack, the only thing I can do is this move."

Fifteen years ago, while my right hand was still there, I used it to break open the chest of my enemies and gouge out the heart. When I lost my right hand, I realized that I could skip a process.

For so long, what you have done has brought shame to the city, but today is the day when the shame ends. ”

Burst!

The heart in his hand shattered suddenly, and blood spilled from between his tightened fingers, like a rain of blood, and a drop fell on the face of the corpse.

Feeling the warm breath falling on his face, Corpse Luo Yiduo raised his fingers sluggishly, wiped his face, and after seeing the blood between his fingers, he was stunned, his face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered back.

He screamed, shouting some kind of Tianzhu language, probably to kill him, kill him, or let this guy die without a corpse or something.

As a result, a roar suddenly sounded in the crowd, and a Tianzhu ascetic hidden in the group of strong men suddenly applied a hot hand!

In an instant, an emaciated figure rushed out of the crowd, reciting Sanskrit sounds, like thunder suddenly exploding.

Om——!

In an instant, his skin turned into a metallic bronze, as if he had suddenly turned into a golden man, and even his weight had skyrocketed several times, and his bare ankles collided with the masonry and made a sharp sound.

With his powerful breathing, there was a faint sound of thunder rolling in his lungs, and a trace of electric light lit up from the metalized skin, swimming and bursting out.

In an instant, as described in the scriptures, the Dharma Protector Vajra descended from the sky, setting off wind and thunder on the ground, shocking the soul and soul.

With the chanting of that secret note, a brief blank appeared in everyone's minds where the Sanskrit sound passed.

But after this blank moment, the vajra monk wrapped in thunder and lightning had already rushed to his face, and his right hand was sealed, smashing the top like a vajra pestle! The fist set off a scream in the air, setting off layers of qi waves, and evolving the Dharma of subduing demons!

Facing the smashed Vajra Seal Fist, the ghost hand raised his palm. Facing the ......

Bang!

In an instant, a muffled sound erupted in the air, and lightning burst out, and even those who were bright couldn't open their eyes. I could only feel something in that cloud of lightning moving back and forth, back and forth, and wandering around.

It was something faster than sound, shorter and quicker than thunder. Round-trip in an instant. Skimmed over a long distance.

It's as fast as a dream that has been woken up.

After that moment, there was no loud noise or sound. After the dazzling electric light dissipated, only two figures remained in place.

The ghost hand was still standing in place, and the ascetic who had risen up was still in his original position, unable to move.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Corpse Luo Yiduo exclaimed, urging the motionless monk: "Kill him quickly! I invited you here from Tianzhu to make you scary here?!"

The dervish remained still.

The ghost hand stared at the man with angry eyes in King Kong, a trace of admiration faintly appeared in his expression, and he sighed softly:

"Is there really a secret technique in the world that transforms flesh and skin into gold and iron? Impressive. ”

"I lost. ”

The metalized dervish made a hoarse voice, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Corpse Luo Yiduo...... Run. ”

With his words, the breath of qi that was held in his chest finally leaked out, and when the breath was vented, the 'Secret Ritual Vajrading' could not be maintained, and he regained his flesh and blood.

Immediately after, inch by inch collapsed!

It was like a liquid, and it collapsed to the ground. It turned into a puddle of mud.

The cold moonlight poured down from the sky and shone on the invisible hand of the ghost hand. and illuminated the things that he was carrying in his hands.

It was a complete white bone, from the head to the toes, faintly white with an iron blue, and it swayed gently in the cold wind as the ghost's hand swayed.

At that moment, through the flesh and blood of gold and iron. The dervishe's bones have been pulled out by him, no less than one!

"Ten years ago, everyone knew I had a fast hand. ”

Facing those dull eyes and pale faces, the ghost hand whispered softly: "After so many years, I didn't expect me to become so fast." ”

Ten years ago. The skill of the ghost hand is peerless, and to this day, it is still unparalleled in the world!

As the five fingers were released, the miserable white bones fell to the ground and smashed to the ground, with a crisp sound, like a string of white bone wind chimes.

This was the last straw that broke the strings - collapse!

In the crowd, suddenly another roaring sound sounded, and the man who was already on the verge of madness raised his knife, rushed to the ghost hand, and cut off his head!

The crowd disturbed, the balance of the hospital was broken, and the effect of the medicine gradually set in, and the people who had lost their minds smelled blood and went crazy.

Roars and roars rang out one after another, and the crowd engulfed the figure of the Ghost Hand.

Ten minutes later, all sound was gone.

For the first time in decades, the temple was so quiet and serene, like a tomb, filled with the silence of death.

The only one standing was already red with blood.

His lips quivered, he lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled a curling cloud of green smoke.

The powder mixed with the tobacco ignited, and as the smoke poured into the lungs, it spread, suppressing the pain from the wound.

It was on his shoulders, chest, back, legs, and even his skull, dripping with blood. Some of the blood is for the enemy, and some is his.

"I'm old, after all. ”

The ghost hand sighed softly, frowning in pain, the night dew was heavy, and the rheumatism after getting old began to commit again, and when he was dodging a dagger just now, his waist also flashed, and he couldn't walk in pain.

It's old, why don't you accept it?

He was a little annoyed in his heart: he was an old bone, why did he want to learn from the butcher that guy who ran to the enemy's lair to play the bloody family of the whole family?

It's not like everyone is like the butcher's monster, no matter how you kill it, you can't kill it......

He sighed softly, raised his blood-stained eyebrows, and looked around.

"Are you still there?"

In the silence, no one responded, and in the shadows, the corpse Luo Yiduo covered his mouth and nose, almost suffocating. He staggered back silently, but when he fell on the steps, he was paralyzed.

"I see you, please wait a minute, don't move there. ”

When the ghost hand saw him, his eyes lit up, and he slowly moved his steps towards him.

On his right hand, there was still nothing but an empty sleeve.

But the blood stained the invisible right hand red, revealing its hideous shape, like a projection of a nightmare in reality, conjuring up all kinds of reflections of hell.

That must have been the condensation of death into substance, right?

How exquisite killing skills can you touch such a terrifying realm?

Corpse Luo Yiduo watched the ghost hand gradually approach, his eyes desperate. But in the end, in the bottomless despair, there was a hint of relief.

"Hehe, is it true that retribution is coming today?"

He laughed, laughed at himself, and his eyes were relieved:

"—If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, come!"

He ripped open his collar and bare his heart, determined to face his death: "This is the principle of karma, and all evildoers need to face the punishment of fate......

"Not really. ”

The ghost hand reached into his chest and looked at his seemingly relieved eyes: "Actually, many people who are worse than you have lived a very happy life, and they grow old in happiness, and they are full of children and grandchildren before they die.

Why do you have to make others as unlucky as you?"

The corpse Luo Yiduo was stunned, his eyes fluctuated, and the 'relief' that he had forcibly squeezed out was smashed. His face was distorted like a demon.

He glared at the nearby ghost hand and opened his mouth as if he were going to curse loudly, as if he was going to fight to the death, and bite his throat!

But a soft shattering sounded from his chest.

His body shuddered, fell to the ground and convulsed, and finally stopped moving.

Before he died, his life seemed to usher in a brief period of peace...... It's a pity that forcing peace and tranquility is useless.

He wanted to die with dignity, but unfortunately, death is death, there is no such thing as dignity, and he still dies like a dog.

In the moonlight, his corpse stiffened, and his dim pupils reflected the light of the flames he had lit with his own hands in the distance.

Dead and blind –

It's been a little less in the past two days.,I'm really sorry.,Strive for more today.,There's another one in the afternoon.。 (To be continued......)