As the saying goes: "One more people, two more gongs, three more haunted, four more haunted thieves, five more roosters crow at dawn." ”

The third watch in the middle of the night is the time when the yin qi is the heaviest. Many demons and ghosts who are not deeply cultivated can only take advantage of this time to come out and make trouble. Therefore, many old people often say that they usually don't do bad things, and they are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

In the seven carriages in the large courtyard, the night watchmen were chatting with each other, and at this time it was the time when people were easy to get sleepy, so they must not sit alone, or they would fall asleep after a while.

"I'll tell you......"

One of the dart masters lowered his voice, and his already hoarse voice was even lower, mixed with the cold wind of the night, which made people shudder.

"I was walking darts that year, and I didn't have the experience to go the wrong way. As a result, I missed the night, and walked to a barren forest in the middle of the night......"

At the beginning, it gives a very scary background.

Several young dart masters around them all moved a few steps in the direction of the storyteller, both scared and eager to listen.

Only one of them smiled and did not speak. He was very familiar with the storyteller, and he had heard this story more than once, so he also knew the content of the story, and naturally knew that the dart master deliberately wanted to scare the new young master.

"I pushed the dart cart and finally passed through the barren woods and came to an open field. I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief and rest, but by the moonlight, I saw a pile of desolate graves under the hillside not far away......"

Boom, I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva first and made a loud noise.

The young dart master couldn't help but grasp the handle of the long knife at his waist, wanting to use the weapon to strengthen his courage.

The storyteller suppressed a smile in his heart, he looked around, and continued:

"Then I took a few sips of wine, and boldly pushed the dart cart forward, and then I heard ......"

Woowoowoowoooo......oo

A light cry filled the courtyard, and the sound was like a woman crying bitterly.

Some of the young dart masters couldn't help but tremble their teeth and trembling hands, some closed their eyes in fear, and some dared to widen their eyes without even blinking.

"Hahahaha, look at you all scared like chickens......"

The storyteller couldn't help but laugh, he had learned ventriloquism before he walked the dart, and the sound of a woman crying just now was actually secretly learned by him with his mouth.

"Oh, third brother, you almost scared us to death."

"That's it, the crying almost scared me to pee......"

"Well, I'll go back to the house......"

Someone was really scared to pee, a big face was black and red, and he lowered his head and went into the house to find a change of clothes and pants. The few dart masters who were still scared to death suddenly laughed, and the big courtyard that was originally full of fear just now was now only heroic laughter.

Woowoowoowoooo......oo

There was another burst of women's crying, where would those dart masters be afraid, one by one hippie smiling faces, squeezing their eyebrows at the dart master who was telling the story just now, and said with a smile:

"Third brother, are you still here? We're not scared this time......"

"That's right, third brother, your voice is quite similar to ......"

"Oh, third brother, you are so annoying......"

In the end, there was a dart master who deliberately pinched his throat, making a voice as sharp as a woman, and said coquettishly.

"Hahaha......"

Everyone burst into laughter, and several people couldn't help but slap their hands on the wooden dart cart under them.

But only the dart master called the third brother changed his pale face, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then said slowly:

"It's not me this time."

As he spoke, the crying in the courtyard did not stop, but became more pronounced, and a cold wind blew in everyone's ears.

Leng Sensen's was creepy, and he shivered.

"Third brother, this is not a joke."

"That's right, third brother......"

Even the old dart master, who was most familiar with the dart master named Third Brother, sensed that something was wrong, and he secretly pressed his hand on the knife on his waist, and looked around the courtyard like a falcon.

"It's really not my ......"

The third brother was about to cry, he shook his head like a rattle, his voice was about to go out of tune, he raised his hands, indicating that he had definitely not made any small movements.

Woowoowoowoooo......oo

The cry was a little louder, and the wind at night was more rapid.

Everyone's hearts were pounding, and their palms began to sweat. They are all martial arts masters, but they have nothing to do when it comes to supernatural ghosts.

Squeak, squeak.

Something sharp scraped against the hard stone, making a piercing sound, and the sound echoed in everyone's ears, like a murderous steel knife rubbing back and forth on a whetstone, and once it was polished, it would kill people.

"Wellhead!"

The old dart master stared, and pulled the knife on his waist out of the sheath directly, like a mirror, the blade reflected the bright cold light, and he shouted in a deep voice.

With his voice, all the dart masters turned their eyes to the well in the southwest corner.

On the edge of the bluestone well, a skeletal hand with no flesh and blood crawled out.

Immediately after that, the second hand was also pressed on the mouth of the well, which was also white and boneless, without flesh and blood.

Then I heard the sound of something coming out of the water.

A woman's head appeared at the mouth of the well, her face as white as confetti, and a pair of hollow eyes with blood and tears peeking out from under the loose black hair.

"Haunted!!"

A scream, followed by the sound of a gong. The dart master who kept vigil in the courtyard had a gong at hand, and once something happened, he must sound the gong as soon as possible to warn him, so that the dart masters sleeping in the house would wake up immediately.

There are also rules for dart masters to stay outside, such as not taking off their clothes when sleeping, putting weapons on the pillow, and neatly placing the tips of shoes on the outside, etc., all in order to be able to react as soon as something happens.

So after the sound of the gong, it didn't take long for more than a dozen dart masters to rush out of the room, one by one holding swords, twisting their eyebrows and glaring.

"Where's the thief?"

The dozen or so dart masters who had just rushed out thought that they were thieves who had come to rob the darts, so they asked loudly. At this time, the voice must be loud, because the thief is timid, and when he sees so many dart masters with blades, he usually runs away directly.

The dart masters in the courtyard were shaking like chaff, and they couldn't speak, so they could only point to the mouth of the well in the southwest corner with their fingers trembling.

The dozen or so dart masters, who were originally majestic and high-spirited, looked in the direction of their fingers and saw bursts of cold air bubbling from the well.

A pair of skeletons rested on the bluestone well, and the woman's head fluttered lightly in midair, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from her empty eyes.

“……”

Silent for a moment, the dart master looked at the female ghost at the mouth of the well.

It seems that even the sound of the wind has disappeared in my ears, and there is only the sound of my own pounding heartbeat. Some began to have chattering teeth, their legs went limp, and even the hand holding the knife began to break out in a cold sweat.

I don't know who said in a low voice:

"Oh my god!"

"Run!"

"Hell! Haunted!! ”

No matter how powerful the martial arts masters are, their legs are weak when they see such a scene.

Whew-

The female ghost in the well opened her mouth and gently spit out a cloud of blue smoke.

The smoke spread almost quickly, and as soon as the weak-legged dart masters were touched by the blue smoke, their eyes were black and they fell to the ground weakly.

Puff puff, there were more than two dozen dart masters on the ground.

No matter how strong the martial arts are, people are just ordinary people, once they are attacked by the demonic qi, as long as they breathe, they will directly make people unconscious, even if they can close the qigong, they can't stand the demonic qi entering the body, and they are also weak and dizzy for a while.

……

I only heard a few panicked shouts in the courtyard mixed with screams, which startled Mr. Huang, who was lying on the roof, and he quickly turned his head to look.

I saw a cloud of blue smoke rising up, enveloping the entire courtyard, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"Huh?"

Mr. Huang panicked, spared him for walking on the rivers and lakes for many years, and encountered a lot of demons and ghosts, but it was the first time he had seen such a strange scene.

He was distracted, and he didn't control his strength under his feet, and kicked down a few green tiles.

There were a few snapping sounds, which alarmed the black clothes not far away, and they all pulled out the blade on their waists for a while. There was an extremely burly strong man among them, he was stronger than the people next to him, and at first glance this strong man was the leader of this group of men in black.

The burly man waved the knife, and several black-clothed people behind him walked over with the knife to the location where Mr. Huang's dart head was.

Mr. Huang saw that he couldn't hide it, so he simply stood up directly, he didn't rush to pick up the wooden box behind him, but politely hugged his fist:

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, but you are a hero in the forest, and you are a friend online......"

Walking the rivers and lakes is naturally to meet first to sign up, and then set up a relationship, as long as it is not a life and death grudge, there is no need to face each other.

"Errand on the thirteenth floor, if you don't want to die, get out of here!"

The burly man clutched the long-handled broadsword behind his back in his hand.

He slashed his knife and said in a deep voice.

The thirteenth floor is the largest killer organization on the rivers and lakes. They are a group of outlaw killers who only recognize money, and as long as the price is right, even the princes and ministers dare to assassinate them. It is said that even the Great Qi royal family once paid for them to assassinate traitors and rebels.

"The ...... of the people on the thirteenth floor"

Mr. Huang narrowed his eyes, and his right hand landed on the dart bag on his waist.

When he was young, he also had a grudge against the people on the thirteenth floor, but that enemy had already died under his flying knife. The rule on the thirteenth floor is that if you can't kill the target with the money, or die at the target's hands, it's all your own business, and the thirteenth floor won't collect the body for you or avenge you.

"I don't know who Your Excellency is going to kill?"

Mr. Huang asked as he quietly pulled out a flying knife from the dart bag and pressed it on the cuff.

He was worried that the other party was coming for his niece, after all, the Dragon Gate Dart Game was a big move, and his brother who worshiped the son also had many enemies. Maybe someone heard something and hired a thirteenth-floor killer to assassinate the only daughter of the big boss of the Dragon Gate Dart Bureau.

"Don't step on the horse's nonsense, if you don't leave, then die here!"

The burly man waved his big sword, and many of his subordinates rushed towards the location of Mr. Huang's dart head like arrows.

Alas. Mr. Huang sighed softly, he didn't use the flying knife on his cuff, but picked up a piece of green tile from the roof, and pinched off a piece of fragment with two fingers.

"Come on, look at the darts!"

Mr. Huang is always a benevolent and righteous person, every time he wants to send a dart to hit someone, he will first remind him, and he generally does not use a dart to hit the opponent's death point.

I heard a few crackling sounds.

didn't see the movements of Mr. Huang's dart head clearly, and a few pieces of green tiles hit the vital points of those black-clothed people from all directions. But after all, it was just a meeting in Pingshui and there was no grudge, and Mr. Huang still had some strength on his dart.

Bang bang, bang bang.

Some people can still let out a few screams of pain, and some people fall down without saying a word.

Those black-clothed people rolled off the roof like dumplings, and it didn't take long for only two people to be left on it, the burly man and Mr. Huang.

"Old fellow, look at the knife!"

The burly man rushed over in two arrows, raising the big sword in his hand high. The bright blade was like a waning moon falling from the sky, falling straight above the opponent's head.

There was still a strong knife wind on the big knife, and for a while, the green tiles on the roof were constantly moving.

This shows that the martial arts skills of the burly and strong man are not ordinary. After all, this is on the roof, not standing on the real land, in case the legs go down and break the beam under your feet, then you don't have to think about splitting others, you will first have a flat sand and goose style with your butt backwards.

Looking at this side on the other hand, although Mr. Huang's dart head was without a blade, he was very stable and didn't even move, just calmly watching the big knife coming towards him.

If this is really like this, at least it will be split in half from head to toe, and it will be split into several pieces.

It is said that when the Great Qi was founded, there was a general named Li Chengyan, who made good use of a double-sided sword. He once rode into the enemy's line and slashed twelve of them. The historical record is that "those who stand in the way of their swords are all broken." The enemy will be invincible, and the soldiers will be scurrying."

And at this moment, I suddenly heard a rapid sound of breaking wind.

Burst!

It was the sound of a willow knife piercing into the back.