When I walked out of the small hotel, the sun was shining and the sun was excellent.

Instead of going west, I went south along Furong Street, stopped at Quancheng Road, and continued south, through Hang Lung Plaza, and onto the flyover to Quancheng Square.

I was followed by at least three groups of nine people, all wearing baseball caps, straddled backpacks, cameras in hand, and dressed as out-of-town tourists.

I looked east from the bridge to give them the illusion that "I'm going east."

Throughout, I didn't show any intention of going west, leaving their attention all focused on the east.

The old Jinan people all know that the music fountain in Quancheng Square will be sprayed on time at 10 o'clock in the morning, 12 o'clock at noon, and 2 o'clock in the afternoon, which is the most concentrated, the most joyful and the most noisy time for the tourists on the square. If you want to get rid of the tail, you must take advantage of this "geographical advantage".

I silently looked east, and then crossed a bridge, which is the famous Black Tiger Spring Group, which is also a must-see place for tourists from other places.

Regarding the origin of the Black Tiger Spring, in addition to the official introduction materials such as the county chronicles and spring water chronicles, there is another folk theory, that is, the spring group is related to the black tiger in "The Romance of the Gods".

Chong Black Tiger Bao Zhou extinguished Shang, after his death was named Nanyue Hengshan Si Tian Zhao Holy Emperor, mount the black tiger banished to the north foot of Mount Tai, when the life is exhausted, look up to the sky three howls, turn into three eyes of the spiritual spring, the spring water is sweet and clear, can ward off evil and remove poison, is called "the spring of the black tiger" by the people.

"Jinan is such a good place!" I sincerely admired.

As a native of Jinan, with so many famous springs, famous mountains, celebrities, and famous scenery, how can people not have a sense of pride from the bottom of their hearts?

If the Yan Wangfu insists on destroying this city, then I am willing to die with Yan Shisanshao and die for my life, just like so many patriots in World War II who rushed to the crown and fought for their lives against the Japanese invaders.

If a person doesn't even love his own country, then he is born a lowly duckweed and does not deserve to have his own land.

I got off the bridge and approached the fountain, and it was still five minutes to ten o'clock, and the tourists were gathering in this direction.

After only four turns, I turned into the staircase that led to the underground Ginza of Izumijo Square. After entering Ginza, I immediately walked out to the west without paus, along the tree-lined avenue south of Izumijo Square.

I am sure that in the course of such a quick turn, the tail behind simply could not keep up.

Sure enough, when the music sounded on the other side of the fountain, there was nothing left behind me, except for the tourists running towards the fountain.

I didn't carelessly, walked to the archway at the east gate of Baotu Spring Park, hurried north with my head down, and turned into the side streets and alleys after arriving at Wanda Plaza.

Time is such a strange thing, from yesterday to today, not even twenty-four hours, and I and the Red Sleeves have experienced so many changes. At this moment, Yan graffiti surfaced, and a storm that swept through Spring City was about to begin.

"Do I dare to kill him?" I muttered as I looked out the glass window of a small shop.

My shadow was reflected in the glass, my face was tired, my back was stiff, like a lost dog.

I immediately straightened up and cheered myself up a bit.

The easiest way to stop Yan Graffiti from doing evil is to stop killing and violence to violence, but in this way, I am involved in an endless whirlpool of killing, and I can't stop until I die.

This method is tantamount to staking all his net worth and life to fight to the death with the enemy like the combat hero Huang Jiguang blocking the gun's hole and Dong Cunrui blowing up the bunker.

Death is the final and only ending.

I looked at the face reflected in the glass, my facial features were no different from a month ago, but my inner temperament had changed dramatically.

Before my grandfather's accident, I had an easy life, but my thoughts were superficial, like a small fish playing among aquatic plants in shallow water, I couldn't see the future clearly, and I never thought too much. After my grandfather's accident, I became a big fish hidden deep in the water, watching more, listening more, learning more, and there was no time to completely relax and be unencumbered.

My eyes had changed, deep and haggard, a world away from the frank and innocent eyes I had before.

"Kill, don't kill, kill, don't kill......" I counted the glass bead curtains in the window, one line of singular numbers is "kill", two lines of even numbers are "do not kill", if to the last line, it is still singular, then I did not hesitate to run to the whip alley, take the life of the swallow graffiti.

This is the revelation of the Divine, and my heart is already in turmoil, and I can only follow the guidance of the Divine.

"Kill. "Unfortunately, when I counted to the last one, the pale pink string of beads represented the singular.

This is my misfortune, it is also the misfortune of Yan Tuya, and it is the misfortune of Yan Wangfu.

With my current strength, risking my life to stab Yan graffiti is equivalent to Jing Ke, the number one assassin in the world back then, bidding farewell to King Yan to assassinate King Qin by Yi Shui. Time has passed, the world has turned upside down, and now, the descendants of Yanwangfu will also face this kind of death-threatening stab.

If I can succeed, the Yanwang Mansion will retreat in spite of the difficulties, and Jinan City will be safe.

"What do you want to buy, sir?" the girl from the shop came out and stood in the doorway, looking at me warily.

I've been standing here for more than ten minutes, but my eyes are so distracted that I don't notice what the shop sells.

"Don't buy it. I shook my head.

"We have comic books that have just arrived, all of them are the latest editions, and they are all at a 7% discount according to the price. The opportunity is good, and if you miss it, it will be sold...... "The girl continued to sell to me."

When I looked up, it turned out to be a bookstore, and above the door hung an ebony plaque with the words "Xixi" engraved on it.

"This is the latest version of the "King of Tomb Robbers" comic, I'm also watching it, it's very exciting. The girl held up a colorful comic book in her hand to me.

"What is it?" I didn't hear.

The bright white sunlight dappled down from the eaves and stabbed my eyes.

"It's "The King of Tomb Robbers". The girl held the book in both hands and showed me the cover, "The original author is our Jinan's Internet god Feitian, don't lie to you, this book is really good, it is written about the Jianghu ranger Yang Feng in order to find the missing eldest brother Yang Tian, fight all over the world, rob tombs and explore, and finally found the eldest brother who fought fiercely with aliens in the Egyptian desert, brothers are united and reappear in the ......rivers and lakes."

I didn't care about anything else, I only heard "Yang Feng looking for big brother", and a warm current suddenly welled up in my heart.

"I'll buy a copy. I nodded.

"Sir, this set of books has reached the twelfth volume, and we have them in the store, do you want to buy them all?" the girl laughed, revealing her clean and neat teeth, and her eyebrows were clear and bright.

I nodded again, "Okay." ”

The girl quickly packed twelve comic books in a white linen bag and walked out and handed them to me.

I paid, pointed to the plaque and asked, "Your name is Xixi?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Yes, my name is Xixi, the sunset." ”

I couldn't help frowning, for this sentence seemed to be some kind of omen, giving me a new revelation, like the singular bead curtain just now.

She uttered the word "sunset," which is a unique concept of time.

Before, when I went deep into Whip Finger Lane with Red Sleeve Move, Red Sleeve Move also mentioned that at dusk, it was the best opportunity to calculate Elder Wen.

"The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. Good name, what a good sound. I said with a sigh.

"Thank you, my dad called me. The girl responded.

I pondered for a moment and looked to the side, and there was a small bubble tea shop on the side of the bookstore.

"Thou shalt not move, thou shalt not rush in. "A cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back.

If it weren't for this bookstore, and if there wasn't this girl named "Yuki" selling me comics, I would probably have gone straight to the café.

That is a very irrational act, which is tantamount to attacking head-on in broad daylight, and even if it wins in the end, it will take considerable effort. What's more, such an arrogant door-to-door murder will definitely alarm the people of black and white, can I still get out of Whip Finger Alley alive?

That's meaningless, only the ignorant and reckless will rush hard, and end up bleeding.

I am only separated from the opening of the Tiegong Ancestral Hall, if I die in the action of killing Yan graffiti, then the Xia clan will be extinct from now on, and no one will be able to seek justice for the eldest brother.

"These books are good, I'll go in there and read them slowly. I pointed to the green wooden door of the bubble tea shop.

"Okay, you're a customer of our bookstore, and you can get a 50% discount when you spend there. Xixi said.

I nodded in thanks, "Okay, then I've really earned it." ”

If you are just an ordinary citizen, you will be very happy when you get a 7% discount in bookstores and 5% off in bubble tea shops, because you can save a lot of money. But for the people of the rivers and lakes, money is just a number, as long as the ultimate goal can be achieved, ten thousand taels of gold can also be discarded.

I pushed open the green door, and the electronic doorbell in the door immediately rang "ding dong", and the waitress behind the counter immediately stood up.

"A cup of coffee. I said to her.

It's not about eating and drinking, it's about controlling the time and waiting until the sun goes down.

I sat down in my seat away from the window, took a deep breath, and completely suppressed the throbbing that had just set me.

There is no point in confronting the Yan Wangfu head-on, the death of the Sword God has already given me a perfect example. What's more, the failure of the red sleeves to recruit soldiers also represents the attitude of the beggars.

"Your coffee, sir. The waitress came over with a tray, and in addition to Nescafe instant coffee, there was also a plate of freshly baked cookies with aroma wafting through.

"I didn't ask for cookies. I said.

"Sir, this is a gift from our store, please taste it, and if it is convenient, please leave your valuable opinion. The waitress said politely.

I don't want to eat cookies, I just want to be quiet.

Indeed, "Quiet" has become a frequent thought that comes to me lately, perhaps because my brain and body are too tired, and every time I experience a change, I must rely on "Quiet" to restore my energy.

Somehow, both of my ears started to itch.

When I gently picked at my ear with my little finger, there were bloody crusts embedded in the cracks between my fingernails. It is clear that in the small inn, someone tried to launch a "brain-eating technique" on me, but for some reason it did not work.

As soon as I thought that the "guinea centipede" could enter the ears of living people, I couldn't help but churn in my chest, and I barely held it down, so that I didn't vomit.

This kind of thaumaturgy, compared to Miao Jiang Gu Technique, is not far more ferocious and disgusting.

I think it's a little strange, Yan Wangfu is a famous and decent family on the rivers and lakes, but what Yan Tuya does is extremely evil, cruel, weird, and obscene. In this case, can Yan Wang and Yan Gexing really ignore it?

"Someone has to stand up and put an end to this. I whispered to myself.

I picked up my cup, sipped my coffee, and looked out the window.

Being in the shadows makes me feel so sure that I don't have to worry about strangers passing by outside seeing me. Now, more is better than less, as long as it gets dark, everything will have an ending, and it won't drag on endlessly.