Chapter 202: Seeing a Knife

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What would it look like on a normal day? The yellow sand was all over the sky, the yellow wind was howling, mixed with a few tenacious trees in the yellow sand fluttering their branches and leaves, and the slight sound of the rag in the hand of the guard rubbing against the tables, chairs, and wine gourds.

That's all there is to the restaurant when there are usually no customers.

However, there is still a guest here today.

And the only way this guest could show his presence was by the earth-shattering snoring, almost drowning out the wind.

The corners of Shouichi's mouth didn't seem to show a little smile, as if he was laughing at the butcher's snoring, as if he was laughing at the snoring all over the table, and it seemed that he couldn't take the story seriously before laughing at himself.

Maybe he just saw his friend's laughter.

The sun always sets earlier on the yellow sand road, and I don't know if the sun is really tired of trying to break through the shackles of the yellow sand every day and sprinkle some light on the wine shop under the yellow sand.

The sky seemed to be a little bleak.

Today counts as the end.

Shouyi looked at the yellow sand, thinking about whether the gourd wine he was going to sell tomorrow should be sold to this butcher, who was really not a good wine.

Or sell it to the next customer.

Without waiting for Mamoru to make a decision, he met the next guest.

More than one guest, to be exact.

Rather, there are two, and an old horse.

Two emaciated men and a scrawny horse.

Where they came from and where they are going, Shouichi does not know, and there is no need to know.

It's just that the young man leading the horse is silent like a stone, and his face is blown by the wind and sand to some vicissitudes, so it looks more mature, this way must be because of the maturity brought by the wind and sand is a lot less trouble, the young man deliberately smeared some more yellow mud and sand on his face, and looked like he was several years older.

As for Xiao Lian, in order to avoid some trouble, she used a black cloth to cover her delicate face, and the black hair like a waterfall was also wrapped, and what was exposed was only hair like withered yellow weeds, and whoever saw her would only think of her as a teenager with withered yellow hair.

And the old horse, who was not a good thing, and at first glance knew that he was a poor fellow who should have been lying in the stable and lamenting the old majesty waiting for death.

Such a poor two people walked on the road together, compared to those robbers who killed people without blinking, they would choose to rest comfortably because they couldn't get oil and water, and no one would target this poor little fellow.

It's just that Shouyi was fascinated and looked behind Yin Huai. It seemed to fall on the little girl on the back of the old horse behind him.

Xiao Ren was a little panicked, but quickly relieved herself.

Just because Yin Huai took a step, he blocked Shouyi's undisguised gaze.

Yin Huai stood not far away coldly, looking at Shouyi coldly, maybe that couldn't be counted as cold, because he just didn't speak, he just looked at it more seriously.

It's just that he doesn't speak, and he is more serious and mixed with an unspeakable dullness.

Shouichi's eyes were bright, like two bright gems hidden in the yellow sand, and the luster of the gems was also cold.

"What's behind you?"

Shouichi put down the wine gourd and rag, straightened up, and asked.

His eyes still fell on Yin Huai.

The old horse took a few steps back, and Little Mercy clung to the reins.

Yin Huai moved.

He didn't move his feet, he just moved his hands.

Moved to the knife behind him, which was no longer a knife, and took it in his hand, the knife was wrapped in a layer of black cloth, and under the black cloth was a somewhat strange knife.

Shouyi had never seen a knife like that, it was not the simple knife commonly used by the knights of the green forest, nor the Mo knife used by the cavalry to gallop across the field, nor the slender katana from the eastern island country, nor the long knife used by those desolate people in the wasteland for hundreds of years.

It was a knife.

Da Yin is a country of civil rule, and there are many scholars in Da Yin, and those scholars will carry such a knife in their arms, four or five inches long and two fingers wide.

That kind of knife is not sharp, the paper cut is just right, and it can also be used for self-defense at critical moments.

But most moments are not critical moments, so that kind of knife can't defend oneself and can't kill people.

The knife that Moriichi saw was that kind of knife.

But it wasn't a knife.

It can even be counted as a big knife that can kill.

The boy took the knife out from behind him, and when he took it out of the black cloth and raised it, the knife-like knife was longer than the ordinary Pu knife, but it was still two fingers wide.

Shouichi has seen a sword of such length and width, and he has seen a knife of this shape, but he has never seen a knife in the shape of a knife.

Yin Huai only realized at this time that Shouyi had been looking at the knife behind him, not the person behind him.

Although Yin Huai's knife was unsheathed, there was a black cloth that covered the edge of the knife.

Now the black cloth is in Xiao Lian's hand, and the knife is out of its sheath.

It seems that there is only World War I.

Yin Huai has never been an impulsive person, so there will be no such hot-blooded or even bloody thoughts, so when he knew that Shouyi was not looking at the little girl behind him who was guarding, he wanted to put away the knife.

It's a pity that some people don't want him to put away the knife.

Shouyi was unwilling, so a sword qi from the yellow sand nailed the black cloth into the yellow sand.

"I'm sorry, I asked for this knife. ”

Shouichi said.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere around them fell to freezing point.

Yin Huai remained silent, and then raised his knife.

This is what this situation means.

Yin Huai looked at the guy in front of him who said he wanted his own knife, looked at the rag and wine gourd in his hand, and then met the bright eyes.

"This knife is ominous. Shouichi said seriously.

This was Shouichi's explanation, and he really thought so, so he wanted to break the knife after snatching it, even if it was a strangely shaped knife.

Shouichi has traveled all over the south, and he has never seen such a knife, nor has he ever seen such a knife with strong killing intent.

If such a knife comes to the world, it will break many knives and break many swords, Shouyi is a person who loves swords, even if he has not touched a sword for a long time, he is still the boy who swears to see all the swords in the world.

So when he saw the guests, the first thing he looked at was not a man or a horse, but a weapon wrapped in black cloth.

He had a pair of bright eyes that seemed to be able to see through all falsehoods, so he saw from the knife that the blood was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and there was a killing intent that was so thick that it couldn't be dispersed.

It's just that there is murderous intent, but it has never been stained with blood, and it has never been murderous.

He had only seen such a familiar and strange feeling from a stone.

This is the only feeling that comes with a murderous knife ready at all times.

Shouyi only guessed that Yin Huai would kill people, but he didn't know who he was going to kill, and he wouldn't know that what Yin Huai was going to kill might not be a person, but a god.

That's why there is only murderous intent, but the murderous aura cannot be implemented, and it has never been stained with blood.

He didn't know this, and he wouldn't know the friendship between Yin Huai and the knife that had always accompanied him, and the one they wanted to kill was that god, and this was friendship.

Yin Huai's face was cold, the knife he raised was glowing with cold light, and Yin Huai's eyes were also glowing with cold light.

The cold light connected together, as if it was a cloud of rain and mist. The rain and fog that often appeared in the Daimyo's mansion.

Mamoru looked surprised again.

This knife seemed to be different from the swords he had seen in the past, the knife was a living sword, and this was also the sword he dreamed of seeing was also a living sword, but now he saw the same living breath on a knife.

Shouichi became more and more conflicted about the knife, disgusted and looked at the knife with joy.

He had never seen a knife like this.

but he will break such a sword.

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