Wei Shu cautiously took a half step back, dodged the stiff fist in front of him, bent his lips and smiled at Hook Ba, and opened his lips to spit out two words:

"Zangfeng."

With that, she leaned down to pick up the iron sword that had fallen to the ground, and thrust a ugin short sword that was only a foot long along the hilt.

The hidden edge in the sword is "her"'s last killer move.

The iron sword was specially made, and there was something else in the sword, and the one who stabbed the hook eight was the short sword hidden in it, the black dysprosium.

This is the name given by "her".

On the rivers and lakes, the weapon of the hidden sword in this kind of sword is called the "Zimu Sword", but "she" seems to be very dissatisfied with this name, and has changed it to today's "Zangfeng".

As soon as he thought of this, the scroll in the darkness flipped rapidly, and Wei Shu's heart beat a little faster for no reason.

However, the candle flame next to the scroll suddenly went out at this time, and Wei Shu only had time to see a few fragments:

"She" has been secretly practicing swordsmanship all along.

With everyone's back, avoiding ill-intentioned sights, he secretly prepared for "her" day and night.

"Zangfeng" is the biggest secret, which no one originally knew, but now it is known by Hook Eight.

In a few moments, though, the secret will be a secret again, no longer known.

Gohachi's fist hung limply.

A sword pierced his throat.

Although the blade of the black sword was only one finger, the sword qi shattered his meridians like a withering and decaying one, and the blood poured on the placket, hot and fresh, and the chest and abdomen were like fire.

But he was getting colder and colder.

The dantian is depleted, the tendons and veins are broken, and the feeling of fatigue is spreading all over the body.

Hook Hachi really wants to lie down now, get a good night's sleep, preferably, and never wake up.

But he still struggled to stand still, his eyes wide open, and he looked at the familiar and strange girl in front of him.

The girl's eyebrows are beautiful, her aura is calm, and the scar on her forehead is the same as in the past.

The little girl has grown up, but he always remembers that when she was young, she loved to suck her little hands and smile at people, and that look was very cute.

And just now, when he saw the figure that broke through the window, he was actually surprised.

"When you encounter the enemy, you will be surprised first, and your momentum will be three points weaker."

In a trance, Master's kind voice seemed to sound again, Hook Eight's expression gradually softened, and a smile even appeared on the corner of his lips:

"Good."

His voice was hoarse, and there was no resentment in his tone, only an indescribable relief, as if he had let go of a heavy load.

"Backyard...... There's a well,......," he said again.

The broken larynx was making a strange "Gege" sound, and his voice was more and more trembling and indistinguishable:

"Be careful...... And also...... Jade ......"

He let out his last breath and slammed his body into the ground.

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There is really a well in the backyard, and there is a grass shed standing upside down by the well, barely sheltered from the wind and rain.

It's just that there is one thing he seems to have forgotten to say:

There was a corpse hanging from the edge of the well.

Wei Shu raised her hand to wipe the rain from her face and looked ahead.

The upper body of the corpse hung down in the well, and the lower body was dragged outside the well, and the whole person seemed to be divided into two halves by the well wall, hanging softly, making Wei Shu inexplicably reminded of the chicken and duck that was upside down to control blood after being slaughtered.

The wind of early spring soaked the bones of the clothes, and the thatched hut kept shaking in the torrential rain, but the sky was a little white, as if it was brighter than before.

Wei Shu turned her head to look around, and the objects in front of her seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and after a while, she saw that it was still half the day, and the darkness like night was actually caused by heavy rain, and now that the rain had subsided slightly, the sky had recovered a little.

It's just that the twilight is still there.

Wei Shu wiped her face again, sweat mixed with rain dripping, and her cheeks were wet again.

She carried the body of Hook Eight, gritted her teeth, and moved to the well step by step, her footsteps had not stopped, her chest was already surging with qi and blood, and bursts of disgust rose up, and her throat was filled with a very faint fishy sweetness.

The feeling of piercing through the bones and penetrating the blood and bones was gone the moment a sword pierced the throat of the hook. Wei Shu has been holding back not to show herself, because she is afraid that Hook Eight will fight back before he dies.

Now, the body of the enemy is on her back, and Wei Shu is obviously not as powerful as the stele of the stele. The dozens of steps from the main hall to the backyard almost exhausted her physical strength.

Shaking his body, the heavy corpse rolled off the back of the self-defense, and the shroud spread out, revealing a half-worn soap boot.

Looking at the messy blood and mud on the soles of her boots, Wei Shu couldn't support it anymore, and retched on to the grass shed.

The dantian was as painful as a knife, the cold cold cut into the meridians, and occasionally it was hot like fire, and the limbs seemed to be boiled by snow and fire in turn, and the blood was swelling for a while, and the body was as cold as ice for a while.

Wei Shu's fingers clenched at the wooden railing, and a large area of sweat oozed from the corners of her forehead.

The injuries are getting worse.

She vaguely remembered that this body seemed to have been injured earlier, and the meridians of the heart and lungs were blocked, and it was never recovered. Today, he was suddenly attacked by Hook Ba, and was slapped in the back by him, causing "her" to be killed on the spot.

However, this palm also briefly penetrated the blocked meridians, and the blood and qi were greatly expanded for a while, and when Wei Shu "woke up", this body had already recovered its eight strength.

However, this external force came too violently, opening up the meridians and aggravating the old wounds, and now the new and old injuries have accumulated, and the symptoms are more serious than before.

Fortunately, "she" has a strong internal breath, but now she can still suppress it. It's just that the skill is less than 20% left, and if you have another hook, you will definitely die.

Wei Shu gasped and sat on the edge of the well, closed her eyes and breathed for a while, and finally saved some strength, then she mustered up her spirit and picked up the corpse hanging on the edge of the well.

The blood stains on the corpse had dried, and the clothes were all damp, and it could be seen that it had been hanging on the edge of the well for a long time, and when Wei Shu turned it over, he saw a withered face, and his lips and nails were bloodless.

The deceased was not too old, but his eyebrows and eyes were clean, and he was a decent young man before his death.

On the corpse's body, hands and feet, there were old wounds, and it looked like they had been whipped from time to time; Its palms and shoulders are calloused, apparently doing rough work all year round; In addition, there are also traces of sewing on this man's middle garment, and the stitches are very fine; The outer shirt is a robe that is not green and not blue.

The material of this robe is quite silky, but the style is a little strange: the placket, the straight body, and the high collar are quite similar to the color of barbarian clothing, but the appearance of the deceased is no different from that of the Central Plains.

It was Hook Eight who killed him.

The wound in the deceased's throat coincided with the five-foot life-killing hook, and there was still a little rust left in the depths of the wound. In addition, there were no new wounds on the man's body, and his clothes were clean and neat, which was obviously a one-stroke killing.

Even if this person knows martial arts, he is not as good as hooking.

Wei Shu quickly made the above inference, and then a new suspicion arose:

Why did Hook Eight kill a stranger who was not very good at martial arts?

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