At noon, it rained lightly in Guzhou City.

It was a rainy season, and the rain soaked everything in the whole city of Guzhou, including a carriage walking on the post road, and on the carriage stood a man, he was wearing a coarse cloth coat, he bare his chest, and his muscles were strong.

The eyes of the severed arm looked straight at the horse in front of him, and he let the drizzle wash his face, his chest, and his hand waved the whip, and in the rain he showed his full mouth of gold teeth.

He knew this time, a person was quietly waiting for him, this person was waiting for the news he brought, this news broke his arm and searched for a day and a night, he finally found a suspicious person, this person lived in the West Village.

The broken arm was beating the horsewhip vigorously, and he wanted to rush to Guzhou City as quickly as possible, this person would definitely go to Guzhou City.

The rain was still washing the road, and in the middle of the road appeared a man, carrying a burden and a hat to protect him from the rain.

His steps were not very slow, nor were they very fast, and when he walked into the post road from the woods by the roadside, the carriage with a broken arm had just arrived.

When Broken Arm saw the man who was walking into the road, he immediately restrained the galloping carriage, and he cried out with a mouth full of gold teeth: "You don't have long eyes when you walk?"

The man in the road did not look up, he put down the burden on his shoulders, patted the sleeves of his coarse cloth that had been drenched with his hand, and the water dripped on the ground with the rain.

"Thankfully my horse has eyes, you didn't see the carriage?" the voice of the broken arm raised again.

The man still did not look up, he opened the bamboo basket on his burden and took out a small piece of wood, on which a man's face was carved.

The face of this little wooden man is very similar to that of a broken arm, but this wooden man's face is very special, and he has drawn two eyebrows with heavy brushes, two black eyebrows.

The rain soon fell on the carved face of the piece of wood, and the rain diluted the dark eyebrows, and the man sighed.

"Your eyebrows aren't pretty, they're not what I thought," the man said.

"Take the burden, don't stand in the way of my carriage," Broken Arm looked at the man in front of him, he put down the whip in his hand, and he jumped out of the carriage.

"I'll look at you, and I'll leave when I'm done drawing the wooden man's eyebrows," the man took out a pen from his bosom, which was a woman's thrush pen, and its tip was jet black.

"Your wooden man?" Severed Arm began to collect his gaze in the rain, his left hand had already begun to exert force, it was Severed Arm who knew a secret, and he stayed in Nishimura to discover the secret.

He wanted to tell this secret to a person in Guzhou City as quickly as possible, and he had made an appointment with this person in Guzhou City, and this person was Xiao Tear Blood.

"I like to paint my wooden man with eyebrows," the man looked at the wooden man in his hand in the rain, he slowly raised his head, and under the hat was a white face, this face did not have eyebrows.

"The sword is ruthless, the calligraphy and painting are fragrant, you are a golden messenger," said the broken arm.

"My pen only paints eyebrows, because I don't have eyebrows," the man said.

The right hand of the severed arm had turned into a palm, and his feet were a little on the rainy road, and his figure immediately floated up, and his right palm slashed at the man.

The palm wind carried the falling rain, and the broken arm saw that the man did not move, and the moment his right hand was split, his left hand quietly began to exert force, and his left hand turned into a fist.

This is the most powerful weapon with a broken arm, and this is what makes him unique, he is a left-hander, and everyone he meets will guard against his right palm, but he kills with his left hand, his left fist.

Broken Arm doesn't like to use a sword, and he doesn't like to use a knife, he knows that the left hand is a person's defect, and this defect will always be half a beat slower than others.

This can turn into a fatal mistake, his right hand is just a waste, but he can use his right hand to confuse his opponent, and even use his right hand to grab the sword that his opponent stabbed.

The shadow saw that his palm had fallen on the man's body, and the man did not dodge, and the palm of the severed arm made a sound, and he saw that his right palm began to become bent.

The severed left hand had already thrown a punch, and his fist smashed into the man's chest, which he believed would shatter the man's heart.

Severed Arm saw a hand that held a paintbrush that had stabbed the wrist of his left hand.

"I know you're left-handed," a sinister smile appeared on the man's face.

The severed arm immediately understood that this man had caught his own right palm with his own body, which was a temptation, and this man was guarding against his left hand.

The man in front of him seemed to know the secret of the broken arm, he already knew that the broken arm killed people with his left hand, and he didn't care about the right palm of the broken arm at all.

The eyes of the broken arm hesitated, this was a person's loophole, the moment the pen in the man's hand stabbed the arm, another pen appeared in his hand, and the pen pierced the heart of the broken arm with the fastest speed.

"Women like beauty, a woman who likes beauty, she has a lot of eyebrow pencils," the man looked at the broken arm in front of him, and the rain had already drenched the face of the broken arm.

These were the last words Severed Arm heard, Severed Arm's heart trembled, and he felt the pain in his heart, which came very suddenly and quickly, and he closed his eyes in confusion.

02

Drizzle at dusk.

A man carrying a burden walked into the city of Guzhou.

His clothes were soaked, and rain was dripping from his hat.

The man walked into the once lively street.

The rain washed over the street, and the street was quiet in the drizzle, and the man walked into a restaurant, and the 'clear soup noodles' of this restaurant were very fragrant.

03

"When I saw the broken arm, he was already dead, and he died very wronged," Li Qing looked at the shadow in front of him, the shadow's whole body was already soaked, but he didn't tremble, but his voice was very sad.

This is a small room, in the room sat Xiao Tears and Li Qing, they were sitting at a large table of eight immortals, in the center of the room stood Shadow and Zhang Fan, the shadow was answering Xiao Tears and Blood's words in a sad voice.

"He's a good helper, he's from a distant hometown, but he's died here," Xiao said in a choked tone, the corners of his eyes a little moist in the dimly lit house.

"The fatal wound was in the chest, and his heart was let a sharp weapon pass through," the shadow continued.

"Was it the sword that stabbed him in the heart?" Xiao asked with tears.

"No! the weapon was very thin, it had formed a tiny hole, and I had seen this fatal wound," Shadow said.

"Then the knife must not have such a wound?" Xiao asked with tears.

"Yes!" said Shadow.

"Maybe it's a flying arrow?" Xiao asked again with tears in his eyes.

Li Qing remembered Gao Qian's flying arrows, but the flying arrows couldn't pierce the heart of the broken arm, the broken arm was a left-hander, and he would protect his heart.

"Only two people can suspect this fatal injury," said Mr. Zhang, who was standing.

"Who?" asked Li Qing, who wanted to know who could kill the severed arm.

"Flying Cat Gao Qian, he uses flying arrows," Zhang Fan said. He said the flying cat Gao Qian that Li Qing thought of.

"What reason does Gao Qian have to kill the broken arm?" Li Qing didn't believe the object of suspicion. Gao Qian is very familiar to him, this person Li Qing is very familiar, this person has watched Li Qing grow up.

"Maybe there's another person, and his weapons are also very strange," Zhang Fan didn't say the name of this person this time, but everyone knows this person.

"The person you're talking about must be me!" the man's voice was already coming from outside the room. Su Hai pushed the door and walked in, this is the backyard of the Drunken Immortal Building, and it is also Su Hai's room, when he pushed the door open, Li Qing saw the big tree in the courtyard.

Su Hai, who came in, was very calm, he was holding a lantern in his hand, he held the lantern up, looked at Zhang Fan who was talking, he sighed softly, and walked to the corner of the room.

The room immediately became bright the moment Su Hai came in, Su Hai turned around, he had already put down the lantern, and at this moment Su Hai was holding an oil lamp in his hand.

The oil lamp had been lit, and the cotton wick in the oil lamp made a strange sound, and the flame of the wick of the oil lamp was like the tongue of a snake.

Su Hai's hand took out a pen from his arms, this was a paintbrush, he used the end of the brush to pluck the wick of the oil lamp, the flame of the wick immediately jumped, and the strange sound disappeared immediately.

The lit oil lamp was placed on the table in the room, Su Hai picked up the paintbrush in his hand and looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Are you talking about this pen?"

"It's not!"

"I'm an immortal, I know how to doppelganger?"

"It's not!"

"I'm going to be here, killing people miles away with my super powers?"

"Can't!"

"So you're a fool," Su Hai stopped asking, and he turned to look at Li Qing in front of him. Li Qing saw the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth tremble.

"Do you believe that it was the flying cat Gao Qian who killed the broken arm?"

"Don't believe me?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Because I am Li Qing, I am the friend of the ghost king Xiao Tears, and Gao Qian is also my friend," Li Qing replied.

"This reason is very good, I believe that it was not Gao Qian who killed the broken arm," Su Hai's gaze moved to Xiao Tear Blood, he was waiting for Xiao Tear Blood's answer.

"Hey, I trust my judgment," Xiao coughed with tears, the poison in him didn't seem to be resolved, and as he spoke, Li Qing found that his strong body was trembling.

"The sword is ruthless, the calligraphy and painting are fragrant, I thought that the most terrible golden messenger was the knife, and now I know that the most terrible golden messenger is the painting messenger among them," Xiao Tear tried to say the words in his heart.

"The book is the messenger of the iron book, he is dead, who will be the messenger of painting? This messenger does not necessarily use a paintbrush?" Li Qingdao.

"Yes, he must not be using a paintbrush," Xiao replied in the affirmative.

"You're wrong, he just used a paintbrush," Su Hai suddenly said a sentence that surprised everyone in the room.

"Paintbrush?" Li Qing looked at Su Hai.

"It's a paintbrush, this person uses a woman's brush to draw eyebrows, which is also a paintbrush," Su Hai said.

"How do you know? This kind of pen can also kill?" Zhang Fan interjected, this was the first time he had heard that a woman's eyebrow pen could also kill.

"Because I'm a jack of all trades, I happen to know that there is such a person in the rivers and lakes," Su Hai said this, his eyes showing resentment.

"This woman must be very powerful!" Zhang Fan said again.

"No, he's a man," Su Hai replied to Zhang Fan's words.