"It's not a clever way to cheat death."

The voice that followed was as sharp as the chirping of a cicada, and although it was extremely low, it pierced through the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, as if the person who spoke was standing next to Wei Shu.

This voice gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and in a few moments, a square face with pockmarked seeds, which she should have been unfamiliar with, broke through the fog in her mind and appeared in front of her eyes.

"Hook Eight."

Wei Shu said the name.

Dazed, but also categorically, spit out these two words.

At that moment, it was as if she was reading a book in the dark. She wasn't the one who turned the pages, she wasn't the one who held the lights, the only thing she could do was read.

At this time, the page "rattle", turned to the page belonging to Hook Eight, and the candle flame moved slowly, revealing some old things and some memories.

As a result, she was able to learn a little about Hook Eight's past, and more information was still hidden in the dark.

"What are you doing?"

Wei Shu continued, calming the ups and downs of his heart like a sea of anger.

It's not my voice.

She thought. But in the next moment, she suddenly had the thought of "this is my voice".

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, she had such a delicate guttural voice, but now she is in her forties.

The man who was named did not respond, as if he had escaped into the night.

In an instant, the cold was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, suddenly crawling all over Wei Shu's body, and the warm current in the body rose in response, gathering in the waist and abdomen, condensing on the elbows and knees.

Wei Shu once again swept three feet close to the ground in a strange posture, and immediately twisted his waist and turned his body, touching the ground with one knee, while his left hand had already reached into his sleeve, and three small Xiaoice cold iron tools were clasped in his palm.

When the sharp blades touched the fingertips, Wei Shu immediately traced their shapes in his mind:

It is one and a half inches long, shaped like a pen tip, and has a single-sided blood groove.

These are three iron cones made of fine iron, which are also ...... I...... Habitual hidden weapons.

She thought to herself, a little dazed.

From lying prone to lying on the ground to be on guard, this action is like flowing water, and the warm breath in her body is also running more freely, even if this is only the second time for Wei Shu, but her body seems to have been tempered thousands of times, and she can make the most accurate judgment without thinking too much.

The rain was pouring down, and the rain whip that poured down tirelessly struck the eaves, as if to smash the fallen temple.

In the darkness, the two people faced each other silently, afraid of each other, but full of murderous intent.

At this time, Wei Shu was already able to see everything in front of him.

The warm current in her body not only gave her unimaginable strength, but also made her ears and eyes clear, and even her thoughts seemed to be a little clearer.

Not only did she see clearly that she was in a ruined temple at the moment, and the wall outside the mullioned window was low and decaying, but she also saw the hook eight in a kudzu coat five feet in front of her, who looked like an old peasant.

Wei Shu had never seen this person.

However, in the fog of his mind, memories of Hook Eight came to mind, and there were several encounters with him in the scroll.

The headache struck, intensifying the entanglement of these two memories, Wei Shu took a long breath, and his lungs were soaked in the cold air, suppressing the sudden hidden pain.

At this time, Hook Hachi was prostrating his body, his face expressionless, and he held his weapon horizontally in his hand, an iron hook.

The tip of the hook made of iron is only an inch long, like the fangs of a hungry wolf, glowing with a faint and cold light in the night. The curved hook was covered with rust, as if it hadn't been polished for years, and the yellow-brown spots spread all the way to the tip of the hook handle before it came to an abrupt end.

Wei Shu's heart was awe-inspiring.

She knew the viciousness of this weapon.

Even if only the tip of the hook cuts the epidermis, the rust attached to it can also enter the flesh, and the wound is extremely dangerous, if the filth in the blood can not be removed and detoxified in time, even if there is only a trace of contamination and internal organs, it is also a game of nine deaths and life, and it is difficult to save the immortals.

At this moment, Wei Shu was not surprised by her familiarity with this weapon, as she clearly knew that Hook Eight was here to kill her.

This abandoned mountain temple is the killing array he has set up.

Although she didn't understand where the other party's killing intent came from, Wei Shu knew that she also wanted to kill him. Even, her killing intent is stronger than Hook Eight.

She desperately wanted the other person to die.

Raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips, unexpectedly wiped off the wet stickiness of his palm, and the fishy sweetness in his throat went straight to the end of his nose, Wei Shu couldn't help retching twice.

This body suffered serious internal injuries.

She had such thoughts.

The dripping blood from the mouth and nose is a sign of internal injury, and the three-inch dantian below the umbilicus occasionally floats a trace of extremely cold feeling, and when the internal force passes through the heart and lungs, there is also a very familiar sense of blockage, as if this body has lived in this feeling for a long time.

Wei Shu allowed her mind to follow a certain convention, and she also had an initial inference about the situation in front of her:

Resurrection of the soul.

There is no more apt way to say it.

Before Wei Shu "woke up", the wisp of soul that should have existed in this body had died due to serious injuries.

Wei Shu replaced her.

And the memories that should belong to "her" are sealed in the depths of the mind, which can only be touched occasionally, but cannot be fully known.

When the thought fell, the dantian suddenly burned, and the hot energy surged to the wrist in an instant, paused slightly, and quickly divided into three strands:

One is long and condensed, one is short and strong, one twists and turns, and each of them hides a hidden power.

"Whoosh-"

Three iron cones came out of their hands, but there was only one sound of breaking through the air.

Hook Eight seemed to have expected it, and he didn't want to step on the ground with his heels, and his body swept into the air like a swift arrow.

Almost as soon as he leaped to his feet, the first iron cone flew past the soles of his boots, and he twisted his waist in mid-air, and the five-foot life-killing hook was reversed.

"When", a loud noise came, and the second iron cone was hitting the hook body, and the thick internal force attached to the hidden weapon shook his mouth numb, his qi and blood moved slightly, and half of his arms were also stiff.

He snorted coldly, his body moved sideways, and the hunting clothes lifted the tattered window paper, and the tip of the hook of the probe rotated half a circle and stretched upward, just to catch the girder above his head.

At this moment, the third iron cone had quietly arrived behind him.

Hook Eight seemed to have eyes on his back, his shoulders shrugged slightly, his body rolled up like a spirit ape, turned over and jumped on the beam, and immediately probed his back with his backhand after he was still.

There was a very small opening in the heart of the back of the robe, which was blown by the strong wind of the iron cone, but the soft armor was safe.

He lowered his body slightly, secretly adjusted his breathing, and lowered his eyes to Wei Shu, the killing intent was surging, but it was hidden.

The three hidden weapons were not hit, Wei Shu actually had a sense of accustomedness, as if she had fought with Hook Ba countless times like this, she knew the number of ways that the iron hook should be, just as the other party also knew her well, and she calculated the trend of her three hidden weapons.

However, how can everything in this world remain the same?

For example, Wei Shu was originally the princess of Zheng Guo, and later the queen of Daliang, but overnight she became a fugitive who "died in the fire" and an outlaw from the end of the world, and then a noblewoman who lived with her son and widow, the queen mother who assisted the young emperor, and the empress who ascended the throne...... Until this moment, she has become an unknown person of unknown origin.

Looking up slightly at the man entrenched on the top of the beam, Wei Shu's hand hanging at his waist reached out, and the iron handle wrapped in mulberry hemp was already in his hand.

She drew her sword.