Tang Da stood at the head of the bridge, looking at Songyang Town in front of him from a distance, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's finally here." ”

In front of Songyang Town, the road was unexpectedly smooth, and no one followed or attacked. Uncle Jiang said that someone was helping them clear the way, and they did see a few traces of fighting along the way, and even a pavilion collapsed, which was cut down by someone from the traces. It seems that this person's sword skills are very domineering, and his power is smacking, but I don't know if this person is friend or foe.

In any case, the bridge will go to Songyang Town, and you will arrive at the bottom of Tingtaofeng Mountain. Cheng Sansi and Aunt Tang Ba, who were behind Tang Dalian, as well as the four Luoyang rudder brothers led by Aunt Tang, all breathed a sigh of relief.

But Jiang Mubai didn't look easy at all, he jumped to the front with an arrow step, standing at the head of the bridge, his expression even looked a little nervous.

This is a small bluestone bridge, it has been around for a long time, the rough surface is covered with moss, and it looks like the river is flooded in summer, and this small bridge is not less submerged. On the opposite side of the bridge, there was a lush weeping willow, and under the dense green branches sat a fisherman wearing a bamboo hat and a robe, and his face could not be seen, only the gray beard on his chest. He sat motionless, like a clay sculpture of wood, barely noticeable unless he looked closely.

Tang Da's heart moved, could it be that Uncle Jiang was nervous about this fisherman?

Cheng Sansi was a little impatient, and stepped forward and patted Jiang Mubai: "Dead old ghost, what are you doing? ”

Jiang Mubai's eyes were not staring at the fisherman, but constantly scanning the river, as if he was afraid of something hidden in the river, and said in a low voice: "You guys go quickly, I'm staring here." ”

Cheng Sansi and Jiang Mubai have known each other for a long time, and they are used to bickering along the way, but at this time they also found that the situation was wrong. He and Tang Da glanced at each other, and Tang Da whispered, "Hurry up!"

As soon as Tang Dagang took a step, the long fishing rod in the fishing rod's hand suddenly moved. As if the wind was blowing, the tip of the rod suddenly shook, and the more it swayed, the more it swayed, the greater the amplitude. The direction of the shaking was on the bridge deck, and if Tang Da and the others wanted to cross the bridge, they would definitely not be able to avoid it.

Jiang Mubai suddenly took a step forward, his hand tightly grasped the long burden in his hand, and an invisible momentum forced up, and the shaking fishing rod seemed to be grabbed by someone, and it stopped for a moment.

Tang Da took advantage of this opportunity to wave his hand and led the group to quickly cross the small bridge. Stepping on the land on the other side, he looked back at Jiang Mubai, who was still standing on the bridge, and Uncle Jiang waved his hand to him, signaling him to leave quickly. He kept his position holding the burden in his hand, and confronted the fisherman.

Tang Da gritted his teeth, turned around and left. Cheng Sansi, who was following behind, asked with some concern: "The dead old ghost will be fine if he stays, right?"

Tang Da raised his head and said: "No! The most important thing now is to hurry to Tingtao Villa, don't worry, there are not many people in the world who can be Uncle Jiang's opponent." ”

There was confidence in his words, but there was really no such certainty in his heart. An opponent who can make Uncle Jiang so nervous, it is the first time he has seen it in these years, this fishing man must not be an ordinary person. Besides, will they really be able to get to Tingtao Villa so smoothly?

As soon as he stepped into the lively and bustling long street in Songyang Town, Tang Da's heart sank.

The streets are still bustling and bustling, with stalls on both sides of the road, and people in the middle are crowded and bustling. But Tang Da felt a little strange when he saw it, and as soon as he raised his hand, the group stopped.

It was a busy time for people to come and go, but the shops on both sides of the road were all closed, and only a few temporary vendors and stalls were open on the side of the road.

The first stall was a pork seller. The butcher who sold meat had a face full of meat, his upper body was bare, and he was chopping a backbone bone with a thick semicircular meat chopping knife in his hand. The knife in his hand looked heavy but not sharp, but each knife went down very rhythmically, and the bones opened in response, and each piece turned out to be the same size. His eyes never looked at the meat case, staring directly at Tang Da and them, as if they had become meat on the meat case. Elder Tang felt that what he chopped was not a pig's backbone, and if he looked closely, the pieces of meat hanging on his stall did not look like pork, but the two thighs hanging upside down looked like ...... Human flesh!

Tang Da couldn't help but gasp, he remembered a person in the Thirteen Killings in Cold Blood, the butcher who "kills people like killing pigs"!

Next to the meat stall was a tailor shop full of cloth, and the butcher's scraps of flesh splashed on the cloth on the stall. The old tailor had a white goatee on his thin chin, and his eyes were squinting at Tang Da and them, looking up and down as if he was visually measuring their size, but a soft ruler in his hand kept measuring the cloth on the table, as if he was tailoring the fabric for them.

Tang Da shook his head, the tailor of the cold-blooded thirteen killings!

Although the bustling people between the stalls looked lively, they didn't choose anything when they looked closely, but they all looked back at Tang Da and them, and their eyes seemed to be looking at a few dead people.

Tang Da sighed and whispered to Aunt Tang behind him, "Be on guard, retreat!"

Aunt Tang nodded, and quickly turned around and instructed the four brothers who followed.

Cheng Sansi didn't seem to understand yet, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Aunt Tang glared at him: "Have you ever seen a pork stall next to a tailor's stall?"

Cheng Sansi seemed to understand a little, and just wanted to turn his head and retreat, but it was too late.

There was a rattle behind them, and a merchant with a cart in one hand and a rattle in the other appeared behind them. The car was full of colorful and fun little objects, and Tang Da knew in his heart that these things were not only fun, but also deadly. He knew this person, and he was also a member of the Tang Sect in the past, and later he became a killer when he escaped from the Tang Gate in violation of the door rules, and he was a seller of "a carload of goods that killed him" in the Thirteen Killings!

Tang Da suddenly felt a little headache.

It seems that the purpose of Qiaotou's fishing is to deliberately keep Jiang Mubai's sword beside him, without Old Uncle Jiang, he and Aunt Tang have to protect Cheng Sansi, who does not understand martial arts, and in the face of the three top killers in the thirteen kills, it is absolutely lifeless. His face was impassive, but his heart was full of anxiety.

The sound of the rattle behind him was getting closer and closer, and the butcher and tailor in front of him also came out of the stall to face them, and it seemed that they were about to make a move.

At this critical moment, the originally closed door of the shop next to Tang Da Station suddenly creaked and slowly opened.