Volume 2 The Past Is Like the Wind Chapter 24 Only One Knife Kills People (I)

Today's "Yanluo Cloth Shop" ushered in the opening of the fourth branch, the sound of firecrackers resounded through the streets and alleys, and two teams of suona hands wearing festive red at the door of the cloth store were blowing hard, and the red face looked festive.

The boy, who was about the same height as an adult, stood in front of the store with his hands on his chest and smiled, looking at the rising firecracker smoke and the clapping neighbors, very happy.

For him, he has taken a big step towards success.

It's just that no one noticed that the hair on his sideburns was a little gray, and in that smile, there were two less obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He is only thirteen years old, and he has been whitened by the word life, maybe this is the price. But he can't stop, he can't stop!

If you want to fight for a place, it will always affect the interests of others, and there are four famous cloth shops that have been destroyed by him.

The rest of the shopkeepers were terrified, and they hated him and couldn't get rid of him. Just because his talent in business is a little scary, and coupled with his sister's signature splendor, he is like a fish in water, so that he not only gnaws a piece of his own world in the second-rate business world of this huge city, but also divides up the best cloth transported from the sea and the capital......

And this will inevitably involve greater interests, not only affecting the direction of the business world, but also pulling the interests of others into the water.

But isn't life like this? Natural selection, survival of the fittest, no struggle only to be annihilated under the power of others, shopping malls are like battlefields, either you die or I die!

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A convoy of escorts walked through a narrow canyon, wheels bouncing over rocks.

"Oops...... When this batch of freight goes back, I will go to the rouge building to relax, and this ass is going to be cocooned. ”

A bearded young man sat on the foot of a wagon, reclining on a cargo, full of beautiful reverie.

Another young man in the same car smiled and said, "Take me with me?"

The man replied, "Okay, together." ”

Behind the gentle slopes on both sides of the canyon exit, a group of mountain bandits stared at the slowly approaching convoy with cold eyes.

"Boss, this deal seems to be worth it!" said the man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, looking at the one-eyed man next to him.

The one-eyed man smiled suspiciously and said, "After these votes, you can wash your hands." ”

The two young men in the convoy were still boasting that they had conquered a few beautiful girls in the Rouge Building, but they didn't know that this was their last delivery.

"Stop!" the middle-aged team leader with thick eyebrows and big eyes raised his whip and told the team to stop.

"Choke!" the golden knife at his waist was unsheathed.

Seeing this scene, the more than 20 people in the convoy who had cooperated with me many times all got out of the car, drew their swords, and waited for the battle.

The team leader frowned and said loudly: "Everyone behind the slope must have waited very hard. ”

The one-eyed man stood up, his eyes were still cloudy, and he smiled: "The energy in his eyes is good, but it's a pity that it's not Lao Tzu's subordinates." ”

The team leader said in a deep voice: "Butcher's knife! You dare to move the goods in Yanluopu!?"

The butcher knife laughed: "Hahaha, brothers!

The nearly 200 or so mountain bandits rushed out from behind the slope and rushed into the convoy with red eyes.

No matter what color the cloth is, it turns red at the moment......

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In the account room of the cigarette shop, the young man listened to the report and gently tapped the table with two fingers.

Then he waved his hand and waved the man back, his arms folded together, his forehead resting lightly on his arms, he was a little tired.

Why is conspiracy always linked to profit?

The mall is more dangerous than the battlefield, at least the battlefield is clear, and this mall is constantly cold and arrowy, maybe one day it will kill you.

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After such a thing, the teenager didn't dare to slack off, the teenager could go home every day, and there was still a day or two of leisure in the month. Now it's not enough to go home at all, and don't even think about it.

And the price of such a desperate effort is a worse body, always two dark circles under the eyes, the ends of the hair are all white, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are already obvious without laughing.

It was another tiring night, the boy dragged his tired body on the cold street, the night was windy, it was very cold, the boy had to hug his arms to give himself a little warmth in his chest and abdomen, but even so, it made him sneeze again and again.

The lights on both sides of the street have long since been turned off, except for the lights in the "Winning Casino" at the corner ahead, which is still on, night after night.

But tonight was a little better, at least tonight there was a crescent moon in the sky, showing a corner in the clouds, and emitting a soft moonlight that shone on the boy's feet, and the boy looked down.

He laughed, was the shoe broken like this?

The upper of the shoe had long since been opened, and it was either sludge or oil, and the boy didn't know it.

"Alas. The boy sighed softly and exhaled a cloudy breath.

No background, no power, what are you not fighting for?

Three streets further through is his own humble little house, and every time he thinks of this, the young man can't help but smile warmly.

"That silly girl must have fallen asleep on the table again, and the meal must have been heated again......"

The most sentimental thing about walking in a strange city is that none of the lights are lit for himself, but fortunately, fortunately, he is luckier than others, at least one of the lights is lit for himself.

Turning the corner, the shouting in the "Changsheng Gambling House" is still loud, adding a touch of life to this cold street.

There are also two streets......

At this moment, the moonlight seemed to be obscured by something, and a figure was reflected on the bluestone paved pavement.

"Alas. The boy stopped and sighed.

What should come is still coming......

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"Oh!

The girl woke up on the table, beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks and wetting her clothes.

Ye Yidao, who was sleeping on a rocking chair by the window in the middle of the house, opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes were bright, as if she had never fallen asleep.

"A knife, you go to my brother......"

"You go quickly...... Go find him......"

The girl sat down on the ground, tears rolling down like pearls with broken threads, and her voice was choked and choked.

Ye Yidao, who never left the knife, held the knife at his waist and held it tightly, with a trace of panic and worry in his eyes.

"Wow"

She had snatched out the window.

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The boy stood in the shadow, and the weather seemed to be colder, and the moonlight seemed to be getting colder.

The boy asked, "Can you tell me about the dying man, how much is my head worth?"

The black-clothed man half-squatting on the roof had a cold look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Seven thousand taels." ”

The young man smiled and said, "This price is not high or low, it is just right, it seems that the person who hired you is very good at spending money." ”

The young man said again: "I'll give you 70,000 taels, how about you let me go?"

The man in black had a cold look in his eyes and said, "It's better to keep it and buy yourself a good coffin." ”

With that, the man in black rose into the air, and a thin sword appeared in his hand at some point, reflecting the brilliance of water in the moonlight, and then stepped on the eaves and swept towards the boy.

The boy's left hand was quickly raised flat, and his wrist was swinging downward.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three short arrows flew out of his sleeve, so fast that the watery moonlight seemed to be torn apart by the arrows.

The man in black was caught off guard, his pupils shrunk into the eye of a needle, but his skills were not ordinary, and he forcibly twisted his body in mid-air.

"Click!"

The three arrows made three different sounds, the first of which hit the eaves behind the man in black, shattering the tiles on the eaves and sending them into dust.

The second arrow was blocked by the thin sword of the man in black.

But a third arrow pierced his right arm.

The man in black fell to the ground, supported the ground with his left hand, raised his head suddenly, looked at the young man with a more gloomy look, and then he slowly stood up.

He handed the rapier in his right hand to his left. He knew that the boy should still have a set of Hidden Arrows on his right arm, but this time he was confident that he could block the other three.

The young man didn't seem to have the consciousness that his life was threatened, and he also looked at the man in black coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Suddenly, black blood overflowed from the black-clothed mouth, and he threw away his sword and clenched his throat with his left hand, his eyes full of disbelief.

At this time, the young man smiled sadly: "Is it difficult to resist the toxicity of the blood sealing throat?"

The man in black slammed to the ground, his left hand still clenching his throat, making a "terrified" sound.

The boy is gone.

At the end of the street, a man in a tunic and a hat, with a dagger pinned to his waist, sat cross-legged in the street, holding a fishing rod in his hand, which hung down the sewer, and he did not move.

The boy stopped again, squinted his eyes, and said, "The fish in this sewer are not easy to catch, right?"

"How do you know I'm fishing?" the man in the coat was so hoarse that if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't really hear what he was saying.

The young man said, "Then what are you fishing?"

"A silver ticket." ”

The young man asked, "What kind of silver ticket?" Why don't you fish, I'll give it to you." ”

"Do you want me to eat?"

The young man said, "Could it be that you are going to die?"

"Yes!"

After saying this, the bamboo pole slammed towards the young man.

The young man's right hand was quickly raised, his palm swung upward, and a piercing sound sounded in the air, and an arrow was shot, which was several times faster than the three arrows just now!

"Click!"

The rod snapped.

"Sonorous!"

The dagger is unsheathed......

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Ye Yidao ran on the ridge of the roof, and the figure that was not inferior to that of an adult man was as light as a fallen leaf.

The handle of the broadsword at her waist was always held in her hand.

In the distance, there was a sound of gold and iron, which exploded like thunder in the silent night sky.

Ye Yidao was even more anxious, and he didn't care about adjusting the qi, like a gust of wind, the light flashed away.

Two figures stood below, one was a figure wearing a hat and a robe, and the other was a haggard and thin young man.

(To be continued...) ）