Guozi Face has at least two daggers, three bottles of poison, five hidden weapons, and a lot of miscellaneous and strange-shaped things, and Zhao Rang doesn't know what they are.

I thought that these were all there was to it, but I didn't expect him to take off his coat instead, revealing a modified crossbow machine tied to his back, the three-edged arrow was shining in the candlelight, aggressive, Zhao Rang glanced at it and subconsciously turned his head to the side a little.

The Killer of the Chinese Face released the belt that bound the ballista, removed the arrow, and laid it flat on the ground. Only then did Zhao Rang see that his crossbow machine had tightened the bowstring and was in a state where it could be fired at any time.

"Alright, that's all!"

Ignoring Zhao Rang's stunned, the Guozi Face Killer clapped his hands, put his coat back on, and said lightly.

This kind of story, which would have only appeared in the legend of the book, Zhao Rang didn't expect it to appear in front of him.

His throat was like a lump of cotton, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

After going downstairs just now, the pleasant mood suddenly disappeared, and the time it lasted was very short.

But soon, Zhao Rang found something new that interested or curious him.

That's what kind of killer is a killer with so many kinds of killing weapons!

It is rumored that a long time ago, there was a killer who mastered seven weapons at the same time, but in the end, he died of a collapse of strength because he was too complicated.

The face of the Chinese character in front of him was taken out and put on the ground, and there were already more than seven kinds. Especially the crossbow machine in the back...... Zhao Rang really couldn't figure out how someone could go out with a crossbow machine on his back anytime and anywhere, so he was interested again.

Since he was a child, Zhao Rang likes to be lively, likes to watch all kinds of different people, and does different things. It's best that these people and things revolve around him.

Fortunately, he was born in the Zhao family in the north and became good friends with Ximen Da Zhuang. So he's never been bored, and those different people and different things really keep happening around them.

Isn't the moment also the best proof?

Zhao Rang pointed to the blade on the ground and said:

"A killer with so many things is definitely not a good killer!"

Guozi shook his head and said:

"You're wrong, I'm the best killer in the entire Single Night Country!"

Zhao Rang smiled, smiling very contemptuously.

The reason for the contempt is simple - he does not believe it!

The best killer will definitely only specialize in one weapon, and then practice it to the extreme, as his strongest means, and strive to kill with one blow and retreat with all his body. It is impossible for anyone to specialize in so many types, not even the legendary killer, let alone the ordinary face of the Chinese character in front of him. If he insists on saying that he is the best killer in China in a single night, Zhao Rang will lose interest again, and he will go out of disgust.

People must be self-aware, otherwise they will become boring and shameless.

"Do you see any difference between these two daggers?"

Zhao Rang squinted, looked down carefully, and said:

"One is long and one is short, one is wide and one is narrow."

The dagger is somewhat similar to the broken knife, so Zhao Rang can still see one or two.

"Oh! The short, narrow one has a blood groove. There is no wide and long one. ”

That's all there is to the eye to see. No matter how much you have, you have to press it in your hand and carefully screen it. Zhao Rang wouldn't be so stupid as to inexplicably pick up a killer's thing, not to mention that the person this killer wants to kill is still himself!

But by his eyes alone, he could see something strange!

Daggers are mainly stabbed, and in order to expand the wound and achieve maximum damage, many daggers borrow the design of arrows and change the blade to a triangular shape.

Even an ordinary old-fashioned dagger doesn't need a blood trough. Stabbing to death and slashing, as long as you grasp the key point and timing, the other party's life is no longer your own, and nothing else matters.

"You're right, but not quite."

Guozi Face picked up a narrow dagger and a wide dagger respectively, and explained:

"The wide ones are long, and they are used to kill. The other one is used to commit suicide. ”

"Suicide?"

Zhao Rang was very surprised.

The national character face turned a deaf ear, and then said just now:

"This suicide dagger was made to fit the width of my throat. Poison can be put in the blood trough, which is a double guarantee, so that you will never survive. ”

Zhao Rang leaned back, although he didn't see anything unusual on his face, he was actually a little shocked in his heart.

A killer who holds a person who wants to die, who else can't be killed?

In other words, if a person is not even afraid of death, then no one can escape his sacrificial blow.

Such killers are the most ruthless, cold-blooded, and terrifying.

But such a killer didn't attack him, and Zhao Rang couldn't figure it out more and more.

Unknown things, there is always a kind of magical magic, hooking Zhao Rang to continue to explore.

He looked closely at the throat of the national character face, and realized that it was indeed about the width of the dagger. But based on this alone, it was not certain that what he said was true, so Zhao Rang pointed to the three bottles of poison and asked:

"Is this the poison in the blood tank?"

The national character face is still shaking its head:

"The poison in the blood trough, not here. These three are not poisons. ”

"It's not a poison, it's an antidote?"

"Secret medicine!"

This word Zhao Rang had heard from Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his eyes stared at the face of the national character, and his Adam's apple moved up and down, but he just asked plainly:

"What secret elixir?"

The three porcelain vases are exactly the same, and Zhao Rang doesn't know how to distinguish the face of the Chinese character. But he was sure that these three bottles would definitely not be a secret medicine.

"Sometimes I take on jobs that don't kill people."

The national character face replied.

"It's a lot of work, but it's also hard to do."

Zhao Rang thought to himself that the killer was nothing more than to shut up the living, could it be that he still had the ability to make the dead speak?

"Some living people are very strict with their mouths, and it is very difficult to get them to speak. Especially when you meet those tough guys who have you rip off a piece of his flesh and are expressionless. ”

Zhao Rang nodded in agreement.

"So the effect of these three bottles of secret medicine is to make those who don't open their mouths speak, let those who open their mouths say more, and let those who talk more only tell the truth."

Zhao Rang took a deep breath to relieve his scalp, which was gradually tightening.

The national character face has just "introduced" two kinds, but it has made the atmosphere in this room extremely depressing.

Regardless of Zhao Rang's already somewhat pale face, Guozi Face continued to talk to himself, and said all the remaining blades.

The voice of his voice was neither sad nor joyful, and there was not even any ups and downs. And the sentence is also very long, which means that he has a lot of breath.

Previously, Zhao Rang felt that this national character face killer was not worth mentioning except for hiding his body and having a hand. Now it seems that he is a grasshopper shaking a tree, and he can't measure himself......

So when the narration of the national character face stopped, Zhao Rang suddenly jumped up, swept backwards, and went straight back to the staircase.

There is a full window on the second floor.

Although the crystal was thick, it was also as fragile as paper under Zhao Rang's black steel knife.

This was the only way out he had chosen after thinking about it repeatedly.

Seeing Zhao Rang's behavior, Guozi's face didn't feel strange, but just sat on the chair and said in an extremely heavy and tired tone:

"The last one, invisible and intangible, has melted into my blood and bones."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Rang only felt that the figure sitting there with a national character face suddenly shook.

Zhao Rang thought he was dazzled, but his hand suddenly loosened.

Looking down, the black steel knife that he had been holding tightly was gone.

When he looked up, he was sitting there with a good face, but he had an extra knife in his hand.

It is Zhao Rang's black steel knife!

Fortunately, since he met Ye Sanniang, he had already come into contact with several great masters along the way, including Shang Shiyi, the previous owner of the black steel knife, so Zhao Rang was only surprised by the extraordinary skills of the national character, and was not completely frightened.

Sure enough, it's still very beneficial to be well-informed.

Otherwise, I haven't even seen it, and sooner or later I will be scared to death!

"What a knife! I didn't expect that the knife of the Black Knife Hall could be so well preserved! ”

The national character face broke the origin of Zhao Rang's black steel knife in one sentence.

"Do you know the Black Knife Hall?"

Zhao Rang asked rhetorically as he walked towards the hall he had just walked away from.

There is no knife in his hand, but he is more fearless than when he holds it.

A life.

This national character face didn't kill him just now, and presumably not now.

Otherwise, the moment of grabbing the knife would be enough to kill him many times!

"The hall master and I still have some friendship, but unfortunately in the end we are angry...... What a pity! ”

Guozi shook his head and sighed with a face, holding a black knife as if he was looking at the old man.

"You haven't said what is in your blood!"

The national character face is deaf.

Devoted himself to rubbing this black steel knife.

It was a long time before he raised his head, his eyes glittering.

Obviously, the relationship between him and Wudaotang will never be "a little friendship".

"Alas, who made you suddenly show your sword!"

Since Zhao Rang came down from upstairs, Guozi Face saw the knife in his hand. However, under the best restraint, the emotions are well hidden. It wasn't until the end that Zhao Rang flew up, and the knife in his hand shook out of the black light, that he couldn't help but grab the knife.

Then the national character face began to mumble for a while.

Zhao Rang saw that his lips were moving, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

After a long while, Guozi Face finally stopped talking to himself, carefully placed the black steel knife on the table, and asked Zhao Rang:

"Do you know why I didn't kill you? Damn you though! ”

The conversation is back to the beginning.

Zhao Rangmu shook his head, and then thought about whether it was because of this black steel knife, so he said tentatively:

"Shang Eleven?"

This temptation was obviously wrong, and Zhao Rang could see from the face of the national character face that he and Shang Shiyi didn't know each other at all, and he hadn't even heard of this name.

"If you want to say it, say it, don't say pull it down! If you love to kill, you will kill, and if you don't kill, you will be pulled down! ”

Zhao Rang's heart suddenly rose with a nameless fire.