In the fly restaurant in Guobei County, the unruly swordsman was drinking, his bare skin was still wrapped in blood-soaked linen, two short knives were slung across his waist, and a baby was placed on the stool next to him.

Outside the house, the remnant sun was like blood, stretching the shadows of pedestrians on the street for a long time.

The only customers in the fly restaurant are the knife and the baby, the shop is cooking noodles in the kitchen at the back of the house, and there is no shopkeeper.

The baby was born snow-white and pink, and its big eyes stared intently at the knifeman.

The knife man looked at the baby with clear eyes, and his rough fingers poked lightly at the baby's pink face.

The swordsman looks like he is in his twenties, less than thirty, but his face is scruffy and dirty, his facial features are stiff, and he is a little red, not like the Central Plains, but like those ethnic minorities in Western Xinjiang, but his face also has the characteristics of Central Plains people, and it should be a mixture of Central Plains and Western Xinjiang.

"What? Would you like to come a little too? "The swordsman's Dajing official spoke fluently.

"Babble." The baby laughs happily.

The knifeman's ears moved, and then his left hand quietly reached for the hilt of the knife on his right waist.

"Close your eyes, get out of jail."

The remnant sun was like blood, and from the fly house, a handful of blood flowers floated out, splashing outside the door of the fly house.

The knife was sheathed, and the knife man was still covering the baby's eyes, but a pool of blood oozed from the ground of the fly hall, and the blood fell from the air about two inches above the ground.

The knifeman kicked there, making a muffled sound.

"Tsk, here you go again, these demons." The knife man smacked his lips unhappily, picked up the baby, and hurried out the door.

"The noodles are coming." The shopkeeper lifted the curtain and walked out with a bowl of noodles.

I saw a few copper coins on the table.

The floor was clean and tidy, except for a lingering smell.

There seemed to be a shadow flashing outside the door, and the shopkeeper rubbed his eyes, and his heart may have been wrong, and he received copper coins.

I ate my own noodles.

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The knifeman's body was covered in scars, and the swaddling clothes were stained with blood, I don't know if it was his or something else.

"The ghost is not gone, you are really miserable, if it weren't for the kindness of the adults to me, I wouldn't have taken you, alas, now it's okay, I'm stuck in this trouble, your name is good, out of prison, I'm in it."

The swordsman fled, swinging his knife and cutting off a few hidden arrows that came from nowhere.

He is a double knife, and now he is holding out of prison, and his knife skills have been restricted by most of them.

Hearing the wind whistling overhead, the swordsman jumped back and swung it out, but it was as if it had been slashed on steel.

The swordsman hurriedly drew the knife in distress, and a gap was broken on the blade, and the left hand that was numb by the shock was not taken to his heart.

"What's that? Why is it so hard? The swordsman looked at it.

Although the figure was humanoid, it was described as withered, stiff and gray, with squinted eyes, half-length hair hanging down the back of the head, and the hairline of the pre-mortem was estimated to have moved back to the top of the head, and the black nails were still yellow, and the mouth was full of fangs.

"Wang Nima, don't run away, leave the heirs of the adults to me, although the adults are framed by political enemies, we are not disgusted with the adults, so we will treat this child well." The "man" held out his hand, "Give me the child." ”

The word [Nima] means the sun in the Western Xinjiang language, Wang Nima's father is from Dajing, and Wang Nyima's mother is from Western Xinjiang, but after coming to Dajing, he found that Nima seemed to be scolding.

Far away in the western Xinjiang, Wang Nyima learned the double-knife knife technique from an old swordsman, and also took the martial arts elixir to break through the limits of the human body, and he also made some reputation in this river and lake.

It's just that the martial arts elixir of martial arts cultivators is not just enough to take one.

"You gang of law corpses live your life incognito on weekdays, what are you doing when you have nothing to do and mix with the government?" The swordsman looked at the "person" in front of him with empty eyes, and then asked, "Did you send the Hidden Crow Demon?" ”

"Crows? I've never fought alone, without helpers, haven't you encountered other forces? The corpse scratched his thinning hair, as if he was thinking carefully.

Wang Nyima smiled, and his body was raised, so he skipped the corpse.

Wang Nyima also knows that there are demons and monsters in this world, but it is a secret, not enough for outsiders, and he also met a certain Taoist in his early years.

The chief said that there are demons and monsters in the world, and the corpse is an abandoned class of heaven and earth, mostly transformed from corpses, and feeds on people.

The reason why it is called the Dharma corpse is also because the Dharma corpse has a unique natural supernatural power when it is born.

Fight hard with the Dharma corpse or something, unless the martial arts cultivation is high, or he is a profound qi refiner himself, otherwise it is better to escape.

But the corpses also have some insignificant weaknesses, that is, most of these corpses have brain problems, although they have memories before they were alive, but they are not people before they were alive, like the kind of corpses that can restrain cannibalism** are extremely rare, so most of the corpses are incognito in the appearance of human beings, and occasionally cannibalism.

And it's easy to understand that these corpses have problems with their brains, some have bad personalities, some are extremely stupid, some love to drill the horns, and some have different cognitions from others... In Qin Yuelou's previous life, all kinds of things were collectively referred to as mental illness, as well as neuropathy.

Like the corpse that Wang Nyima met, called Yun Eighteen, Wang Nyima also met with him in the past, and it was the warriors of the rivers and lakes who cooperated with this corpse to besiege and kill a demon.

The warriors of the rivers and lakes spontaneously wanted to eliminate harm for the people, while Yun Eighteen was completely because of the needs of the employer, and the interests and goals were the same, so there would be no conflict.

Therefore, Wang Nyima has some understanding of this law corpse, and it is difficult for this law corpse to concentrate, so it is convenient to interrupt its train of thought and lead it to other places.

"Wang Nima! You shake me! The Dharma corpse was furious and chased after Wang Nima.

But Wang Nima's feet were extremely fast, leaving Yun Eighteen far behind.

"Why is Cloud Eighteen here? Leave my lord, who did you provoke? Wang Nyima complained bitterly in his heart.

Wang Nyima originally wanted to escape to the north with the prison and find a family to raise the prisoner, but he couldn't help the divorce with the prison to avenge the adult, but his idea was very beautiful, but the reality was that he had been hunted down and killed.

Not only warriors, but also demons and corpses.

No one knows whose interests have been touched by the adults, so that they have provoked so many forces, or... This is the Sima cub who harmed the adult?

Wang Nyima didn't know, he just hoped that he could get rid of these pursuers quickly.

"Pinch Mom, I'm willing to exchange for a heavenly rescuer at the cost of not touching a woman for the next ten years, God, if you hear it, reply to me!" Wang Nyima scolded angrily in his heart.

I heard another sound of breaking wind.

He subconsciously glanced up,

What's that?

Overhead is an unknown object that looks like a meteor falling from the sky.

If you look closely, it looks like two knives, but there are chains wrapped around the handles, and the chains are connected to two short knives.

Swirling in the air and falling, as if... It's like falling towards yourself.

Subsequently, it was inserted in front of him, and the high temperature did not disappear.

The chain seemed to have a spirit, and it writhed like a snake, and drew the knife out of the ground and fell into the hand of Wang Nima.

"Pinch Mom? Is there such a god? No, ten years is changed to one year, is it okay to change one year? ”

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