Chapter VIII: Counter-Killing
"Zeguo entered the war map, and the people were happy to be happy. Mr. Song, when you see the world of the transcendental, the ordinary money, power, and beauty in this world become worthless. ”
"So, these corpses around here, as well as me, are the first dry bones on your way to success!" Song Yu struggled to point to the corpses next to the square. "But can you really do it?"
"You and Qiao Shiyu, that slut, are not being played by me. After I found it and tore the seal of the statue. You, Mr. Song, are my caged bird, the turtle in the urn. I deliberately cared for that slut for a few days to make her feel like I really wanted to repair my relationship with her. and then deliberately snubbed her, revealing all kinds of strangeness in front of her. And then let that group of mouthy babes tell her the news of you. With her temperament, as long as she is interested in you, no matter how bad my relationship with her is, but what she wants you to do, she will let you do it for her at all costs. ”
"And I happen to be a bounty hunter who dares to do anything as long as I add enough money. ”
"That's right," Du Zhiyuan shook Song Yu's mobile phone: "I just used your mobile phone to take a photo of me and give her a business, this woman really didn't take the money as money, and the 200,000 points of light were transferred to you like this, but it's a pity, Mr. Song, you can't bear this money." ”
"Then the question is, with your power, why don't you just call a dozen big men, a set of stuffy sticks, don't you tie me up? Why bother with so many bells and whistles and useless things?" Song Yu looked at Du Zhiyuan with disdain, "I'm not an extraordinary person, I can't let a dozen people disappear in an instant, I'm still a lonely person, and no one will call the police if I disappear." ”
Du Zhiyuan sneered, picked up Song Yu's short stick, and shot Song Yu in the foot. "Oh, Mr. Song, are you really alone? Look at this bunch of gadgets you have that isn't the latest product from the military. This short stick is made of the military's new composite steel, a short stick composed of parts made of new steel that is said to never wear out, with a flashlight, a claw hook function, and even a long stick to beat people, and even a six-shot revolver. Then he picked up Song Yu's long stick and stretched it violently as a whip and whipped it empty. "And the long stick hidden in your belt, the military's new composite alloy, is extremely malleable when it is soft, and can be pulled into a thin steel wire as a rope, and it becomes extremely hard when you press the button, so you don't have to have a composite steel short stick. With these things around, if you don't send a dumb brother to attract your attention and make you angry, you may not be able to catch you. ”
"These are just perks for being a bounty hunter, and these things can be bought on the black market, and the real military uses much more advanced technology than these things. ”
"Anyway, Mr. Song, it's time, it's time to send you on your way. Then he waved his hand, "Dumb brother, send him on his way." By the way, I just made the knot that tied you, how is it still easy to use?"
As the bell of the Catholic church rang not far away, midnight came, and Song Yu's life became precarious with the bell, the scarred man held a boning steel knife in his hand, and slowly walked towards Song Yu, Song Yu looked at the face full of scars, and inexplicably a familiar feeling swelled up, just at the moment when the dumb brother was about to make a move, Song Yu suddenly laughed and said loudly to Du Zhiyuan: "Boss Du, I don't know if you have heard of a sentence called the villain dies from talking too much." At the moment of speaking, Thunder shot out and slapped the boning knife in the dumb brother's hand, and then put the blade in his hand on the dumb brother's neck.
For this sudden change, Du Zhiyuan did not react in a hurry, and when he came back to his senses, the dumb brother was already a hostage in Song Yu's hands.
"Boss Du, your nonsense seems to be a bit too much!
"You, how did you do that. Du Zhiyuan looked at Song Yu with an incredulous expression. "I've already stripped you naked, and that's where you got this blade. ”
"Boss Du, from the moment I stepped into this house, I knew that something was wrong with this house, the weather in early May and summer, how could such a big house be so quiet, and I couldn't even hear the sound of insects, this should be the effect of this magic circle under our feet." And you pretended to be a ghost in the backyard and did so many troubles, and you put the Song Clan's secret book in the center of the table, for fear that I wouldn't see it, which made me want to see what tricks you were playing. That's why I just cooperated with you to act in such a play. And this blade has always been in my hand, but your attention is only on the clothes and the knick-knacks."
"So you feel like you're in control?"
"Not to mention that it's under my control, but it's not in your control, Boss Du. ”
I saw Du Zhiyuan's face gloomy and grim expression, and just when Song Yu wanted to further stimulate him, he suddenly raised Song Yu's short stick and fired a shot, piercing the dumb brother's heart and hitting Song Yu's lungs.
"You don't think you can turn the tables, do you?" Du Zhiyuan slowly walked to the circle and pointed at Song Yu with a short stick. "Call me a lot of nonsense, but you don't talk so much nonsense. I look down on you the most stupid person who thinks everything is under control with a little wisdom, do you really think that the dumb brother is very important to me? Then let me tell you one more thing, the dumb brother is also the descendant of your Song family, and may still be your distant cousin, but the blood is not pure, and he can't completely unseal it. As he spoke, he became more and more excited, so excited that he shot Song Yu in the thigh again, and Song Yu spasmed in pain, but because the lobe of his lung was hit, he could only cough up some blood foam in pain.
"Although his blood is useless, but your blood will tear open the door to a new world for me" After speaking, he dipped his hand in the blood of Song Yu and the dumb brother, adding the last touch to the mysterious magic circle on the ground.
After he finished drawing the last stroke, suddenly the wind blew fiercely, and the lanterns hanging everywhere were blown in the air, Du Zhiyuan picked up the statue from the coffee table, cut his fingers with a knife, smeared blood on the statue's head, and then turned back to the magic circle, and after he returned to the magic circle, the lanterns suddenly stopped dancing, and Du Zhiyuan slowly floated under the action of the wind. The statue in his hand reflected a strange light, and Du Zhiyuan's hideous face looked extremely weird.
Song Yu's blood flowed out of the wound continuously under the action of the magic circle, slowly flowing all over the magic circle, and as the blood passed, Song Yu's consciousness slowly became blurred. In a trance, I seemed to hear my father's voice ringing in my ears again, "The burden you are carrying is too heavy, and soon, you will be freed from it." Song Yu muttered: "Dad, I'm really tired." Then he smiled and closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Suddenly, a silver gourd that seemed to be made of metal suddenly appeared in front of Song Yu's face, making a strange whistling sound, pulling Song Yu back from his slumber, and then a simple long sword fell from the sky and fell straight into the center of the circle. Just when Song Yu was surprised, a figure dressed in a plain Taoist robe suddenly appeared and sat in front of the long sword, leaning back against the long sword and scooping it up, scooping up the gourd in his hand, raising his hand and raising his head, amber wine poured out of the gourd and poured into his mouth. When he drank it all in one gulp, he only heard a lion's roar, Song Yu's ears were shocked, and he fainted with his head tilted.