Stopping at the top of Zhenhai Building, Qi Chen carried an iron gun, looked at the end of the street where Tie Lingshuang chased the man in black tightly, looked sideways at the wound on his arm, shook his head, tiptoed, and flew over.

In the south of Hangzhou, Shanfeng Gate, it was already midnight, the gate was closed, it was black, a black shadow seemed to be lying on the ground and walking, extremely fast, carrying the old Li head who was drenched in black blood and whimpering in a low voice, and went straight to the city gate.

Tie Lingshuang, who followed closely behind the man in black, carried a pair of feet and seven inches long, the hammer head was like a small melon, and the protruding point was blunt, the green tendons on the back of his hands were slightly raised, and his blood was boiling, listening to the tinkling sound from time to time from his waist, the phoenix's eyes flashed with cold light, and the cracks in the bluestone street flashed under his feet, and the person rushed forward violently.

Seeing that he rushed to the back of the black shadow, and was about to speed up and flash over, the black shadow heard the sound of the wind behind him, and the momentum was violent, and he suddenly accelerated and crawled, sticking to the city wall by the mountain phoenix gate, like walking on the ground, like a gecko, and quickly climbed the top of the city wall.

The corners of his mouth were tightened, the bridge of his nose was slightly wrinkled, Tie Lingshuang twisted his hands behind his waist, hung up the Bolang hammer, connected the dots on the wall on his toes, and the people were like eagles striking the sky, until he swept the city wall, raised his eyes and swept away the emptiness, the fragrance in his nose dissipated, and he turned over, swept over the city wall, and went straight to the barren grass outside the building.

The moon has moved westward, the mountains are dark and the forest is dark, Tie Lingshuang is unaware, after landing lightly, he heard the sound of his waist tinking, breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the grass and trees around him, his eyes froze, and chased forward.

After a while, a stout figure swept up the city, looked far away from the Jade Emperor Mountain, and then looked at the black under the city, scolded fiercely, tiptoed, jumped down, followed the trail in the grass, and chased after him.

After a gallop of incense, a dark cloud drifted through the sky, and the already sparse moonlight in the forest disappeared, and suddenly, there was darkness in front of him, Qi Chen bowed down, his breath dispersed, the golden light flashed in his eyes, and he carefully scanned the ground in front of him.

Fortunately, this fierce woman left a little dent on the ground all the way, she was really lucky, along this trace, chased up, and at the foot of the mountain, she saw a black shadow standing quietly from a distance, looking like Tie Lingshuang, but she didn't dare to let go of her heart, her left hand was on the hilt of the short sword at her waist, and she slowly leaned over.

Lao Li Tou lay on the ground silently, like the bitter master who was sucked by his blood, the heavenly spirit was wide open, as if it had been torn apart, blood flowed all over the ground, bursts of bloody smell came, mixed with the faint fragrance, quite strangely, there was also a smell that seemed to be a weasel.

The clouds lifted, and the moonlight fell. Tie Lingshuang clasped his hands on his chest, and looked sideways at the Jade Emperor Mountain beside him, in the moonlight, the strange rocks were craggy, and the pitch-black ridge was like a long black dragon winding and coiling, no wonder it was once called Dragon Mountain.

Hearing a sound in his ears, after his hands were on his waist, he turned around and stared at the past, looking at Qi Chen, who was cowering cautiously outside the three zhangs, and sneered.

Lost someone again, hearing this contemptuous laughter, Qi Chen's old face turned red, fortunately, he couldn't see clearly in the middle of the night. Carrying the iron spear, he walked to Tie Lingshuang's side, stretched out his hand and handed the iron spear to Tie Lingshuang, and looked down.

The tiger's eyes were condensed, his eyes were foggy, Qi Chen didn't care about the blood and smell, he bent down and stretched out his hand to turn over Lao Li's head.

Raising his hand to stop Qi Chen, seeing him glancing at the double hammer on his waist, the bridge of his nose wrinkled, Tie Lingshuang shook his head,

"Find something to cover your head, and go back and examine the body. ”

Glancing at the wound on Qi Chen's arm, he reached out and grabbed his wrist, Qi Chen's heart was in turmoil, and he was about to break free, Tie Lingshuang nodded his arm with the head of the iron gun, and said coldly,

"If you don't want to die, don't move, don't be lucky. ”

I panicked, I looked sideways at my arm that was no longer bleeding, my brows trembled, and it hurt a little, and suddenly I felt that something was wrong with my whole body, could it be poisonous? This has run all the way, the poisonous gas has already attacked my heart, it's over, my ambition, my drunkard uncle, my old lady at home, the eyes are more humid, and they are about to condense into rain.

Tie Lingshuang, who grabbed Qi Chen's wrist and closed his eyes to feel the pulse, frowned, felt that the arm in his hand was shaking even more, sneered in his heart, and simply frowned tightly, feeling that the arm trembled for a while, and began to break out in a cold sweat, the corners of his mouth pulled, opened his eyes, shook his hand in disgust, wiped a few handfuls on the blades of grass on the side, and turned to look at Qi Chen who was shining in his eyes,

"It's okay, male, it's not poisonous. ”

The three souls and seven spirits returned to his body, Qi Chen withdrew his tears, pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, felt a heat crawling up his cheeks along his neck from behind, knew that he was blushing, lowered his head and privately placed a large piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, squatted down, blocked the moonlight, gently held up Lao Li's forehead, and wrapped it carefully.

After a busy time, there was sadness and anger in his heart, and there was still a trace of shame, standing up, Qi Chen's face was complicated, he opened his mouth, and suddenly thought of the public sentence just now, and asked sideways,

"What do you mean? Not human?"

Although he still couldn't believe it, he had seen too much incredible things this night, and the impatience between Qi Chen's words disappeared.

He glanced sideways at Qi Chen, who was staring at him, nodded, and did not explain further.

His eyes widened, Qi Chen glanced at the old Li Tou on the ground, and muttered,

"No wonder he looks so strange, what is it?youkai?ghost?"

Feeling hungry in her belly, she chased all the way, and it was already ugly, Tie Lingshuang turned around and looked at Qi Chen,

"Don't talk nonsense, take it back to the mortuary first, it's getting late today, and I'll talk about it tomorrow after the corpse is examined, it's just a little bit of an eyebrow." ”

Seeing that Qi Chen opened his mouth to ask, he waved his hand impatiently, held the gun, turned around and left.

After eating a closed door, he held back his stomach with questions, looked at Tie Lingshuang who was gradually walking away, sighed, and looked at the old Li who was covered with his head, a sadness returned to his eyes, he sniffed, leaned over and put Lao Li's head on his back, followed Tie Lingshuang, and walked back.

Too lazy to fly up the wall again, standing under the Shanfeng Gate, looking at Tie Lingshuang who disappeared on the wall, Qi Chen sighed, shouted to open the city gate, and walked towards the mortuary.

Regardless of the group of people behind him who were full of questions like himself, he pulled his face and walked away by himself.

The people of Hangzhou, who had been noisy all night, got up early in the morning, and at the streets and alleys, groups of ladies were gathering together to scold and scold, and a few acquaintances came from afar, whispering mysteriously with a panicked face for a while, and the ladies suddenly turned pale.

It turns out that yesterday it was the monster who committed the crime again.,So last night, it flew over the roof of his house with a crackle.,It's the monster who smashed the tiles of your house.。 Thinking that he couldn't take back the words he scolded, he hurriedly waved his hand, went back and closed the door and worshiped Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the streets were empty.

With a double hammer pinned to his waist, an iron gun hanging on the side, and a long knife inserted on the other side, Tie Lingshuang was holding a large package made of lotus leaves, which was stuffed with green onion stew, along the street, if there was no one around, he ate while walking.

Yue Fei of the Southern Song Dynasty died unjustly in the Storm Pavilion, and the people of Hangzhou hated Qin Hui very much, wrapped in shallots and fritters on the dough, put them on the red-hot iron plate, gritted their teeth and squeezed them with wooden boards.

The dough is crispy and fragrant like a shy face, the shallots are crisp and tender like the backbone of a traitor, and the fritters are traitors and slaves. The people opened their mouths and swore to stuff the Qin juniper powder and broken bones into their stomachs, but they didn't think that the taste was not bad, and it was even more delicious with sweet sauce.

After eating the traitor, his throat was a little dry, Tie Lingshuang looked up at a lotus root flour stall on the knife street, rushed forward, a silver melon seed, exchanged for a few large bamboo tubes of sweet lotus root flour in his stomach, let out a sigh of relief, looking at the guy who sold lotus root flour far away from him, with a look of patience, Tie Lingshuang was happy, ignored him, stood up, took off the short gun from his waist, carried it in his hand, and walked towards the alley.

In the small room next to the landlord, Liu Yishui, who had woken up all night, got up and got out of bed, and was about to go to the table to sober up with wine, when he tripped at his feet, fell and gnawed on mud, his nose was bleeding for a long time, lined with snow-white cheeks, which was very poignant.

With a cry of pain in his mouth, he struggled to get up, and saw his own nephew lying under the bed and sleeping soundly, and was about to kick his buttocks, when he caught a glimpse of the blood stained on his body, and a long wound on his right arm, shook his head, and sighed. Reaching out to carry the old wine on the table, he poured it down at the wound, not keeping it at all, thinking that he loved and cherished his nephew very much.

"Ahh

Stepping into the door with a gun, Tie Lingshuang saw Qi Chen shouting, straightening up an oolong skein, jumping high from the ground, whining with his heels, throwing on Liu Yishui's shoulder, kicking this uncle and flying up, hitting him directly.

Shaking his head, thinking that he still had to rely on this white-headed man, Tie Lingshuang reached out and put his hand on Liu Yishui's back, held him up, let go of his hand, and grinned by him holding his shoulders.

Qi Chen, who was also holding his shoulders, hissed and inhaled the cold air, his hands were slightly moist, he smelled the aroma of wine, raised his eyes to look at the wine bottle in his uncle's hand, and was about to get angry, when he saw Tie Lingshuang who was holding his shoulders next to him with an impatient face, he came back to his senses, twisted his neck, and pulled his face to Liu Yishui,

"Uncle, wash your face, wake up, I carried Lao Li's head to the mortuary, and the family of three who died yesterday are all in the main room. Damn, the west room is full. ”

Liu Yishui, who was also gritting his teeth and shouting unfilial piety in his heart, heard this, his face also froze, his eyes widened and he looked at Qi Chen, who nodded at him, and then looked sideways at Tie Lingshuang beside him, and asked,

"Lao Li Tou is dead, has the murderer been caught?"

Ignoring him, Tie Lingshuang turned around and walked out of the house full of alcohol and walked towards the main room.

Qi Chen walked up to Liu Yishui, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder,

"Uncle, don't pee your pants later. ”

Knowing that something was wrong, Liu Yishui threw down the wine bottle, and no longer delayed, hit a bucket of cold well water, washed off the blood stains on his face, changed the basin of water, carefully cleaned his palms and arms, did not wipe his hands, shook it a few times, returned to the house and wrapped his headscarf, covered with a layer of navy blue sleeveless robes, carried an oilcloth package, sighed, turned around and walked out.