01

The shadow of the shadow in the sun is long.

The shadow dragged his long figure into a shaved shop.

The sensible Ah Chen walked in and told Li Qing the news, and Li Qing told Ah Chen: The shadow may just go to trim his hair.

"He's not going to trim his hair, Shadow doesn't have that preference. Zhang Fan, who was sitting opposite Li Qing, heard the news and put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Go to a master who shaves his head, but doesn't trim his hair, is he going to eat?" asked Li Qing, who was not very satisfied with the explanation.

"If you had known this fact, you wouldn't have trimmed your hair," Mr. Zhang's words were profound.

"Why?" Li Qing was puzzled.

"Because Shadow uses his own sword to trim his hair, he never goes to a master who shaves his head," Zhang Fan said to Li Qing.

"Why?" Li Qing was still puzzled.

"Because there is a master who can shave his head and kill, and his name happens to be 'Razor', are you satisfied with this answer?"

This sentence came from Su Hai's mouth, Li Qing heard it very amazingly, there are still people in the world who use a knife to shave their heads to make weapons? What kind of weapon is this?

"Didn't your Ping'er also use 'rag dolls' as weapons, what's so strange about that?" Su Hai rolled his eyes, all he knew was more.

Li Qing immediately remembered Ping'er, he also remembered the Iron Book Messenger, who killed the one-eyed man that night and came to the West Village, he would also use this weapon, Zhang Fan in front of him was an expert in building weapons, he must know the true identity of the Iron Book Messenger.

Li Qing looked at Zhang Fan in front of him, he wanted to ask this person, at this moment he saw Ning Er walking out of the back hall at this moment, Ning Er was holding a bowl in her hand, she heard this sentence, she was slightly stunned, but quickly regained her calm.

A bowl soon came to Li Qing, Ning'er's smile was still the same as the spring breeze, she gently put the bowl in front of Li Qing, and said a word, "Qing'er, drink less wine, drink more soup!"

Su Hai saw an egg in the soup, and he asked, "Why is there only one egg in it?" He also wanted to make a joke about Li Qing, but he didn't seem to be able to understand his hatred.

"Because there is a stupid person in front of Qing'er," Ning'er replied very humorously, she finished speaking, turned around and went back to the back hall, the moment she turned around, Zhang Fan saw that there was a trace of sadness in Ning'er's eyes.

"I should go," Zhang Fan stood up, he picked up the package on the table, Li Qing knew that inside was a sickle-like scimitar.

Su Hai's eyes looked at this package, this thing wrapped in coarse cloth, he seemed very curious, he watched Zhang Fan's footsteps slowly walk towards the door.

Li Qing lowered his head and drank the soup sent by Ning'er, he felt that this was the most beautiful soup he had ever drunk, and the egg was quickly exposed outside the soup.

"You don't like eggs?" asked Su Hai.

"I don't like to eat stupid people, if I eat it, I will become a stupid person," Li Qing said with a smile, he stood up and walked out of the 'Yuelai Inn'.

Only Su Hai was left on the first floor of the 'Yuelai Inn', Su Hai picked up the rest of the chicken legs, he looked at the chicken legs and said a very wonderful word.

"What kind of knife is it? The one who can shave his head must be a 'razor'?"

02

The shadow's eyes looked straight at the shaved master in front of him.

Shadow's hand holding the sword had begun to sweat, he felt that it was hot today, he wanted to wash his hair, or go take a cool shower, the cool feeling was tempting.

The master who shaved his head was shaving a child's head, and the child was shaving a small round head, and he was shaving very carefully, and every knife was very serious, and the razor shaved the hair, making a kind of forest sound.

The child's hairstyle is beautiful, with hair left in the center of the little head, and the shaving master ties it with a red string and shaves it shiny with a razor all around.

At last the child had finished shaving, and his mother led her to wash and leave the shop, leaving only the shaved master and the shadow of the sword.

"Guest, do you shave your head too?" The master who shaved his head placed the razor in his hand on a long table, and the shadow saw that it was an ordinary razor, and it had a black handle.

"I don't shave my head," the shadow came in without speaking, and he stood all the way to the scene of his head shaving.

"Oh! you don't like to shave your head," said the shaving master, picking up a basin and a spoon, as he came to a water tank.

The water in the tank was very clear, reflecting the face of the shaving master, a middle-aged old man, his face was ruddy, his eyes were dark and shining, and he looked at his reflection in the water with a pair of sharp eyes.

"I seem to have hair falling on my back, it's itchy, can I wash it?" the shaving master scooped out the water with a spoon.

"Yes," Shadow turned and closed the door of the shop, and he turned again to look at the shaved master in front of him.

The shaved master scooped up the water, he placed the basin on a wooden stool, he did not look at the shadow in front of him, he took off the coarse cloth coat on his body, revealing a strong muscle.

The shadow's eyes looked at all this, his expression was always cold, he looked coldly at the master who shaved his head in front of him, he wanted to see through his heart from this strong muscle.

It's a pity that the shadow didn't see his heart, and he saw a big tattoo on the back of the shaving master, this pattern was terrible, but the tattoo was beautiful.

This is a large skull, and the eyes of this skull are two deep holes, as if to suck in a person's soul.

"Door master, the matter has been done," Seeing the exquisite and terrifying tattoo, the shadow breathed a deep sigh of relief, he was looking for this person, this person had been away from Dayang Mountain for a year.

Shadow has always been worried about the safety of this person, but this is his order, his order no one can disobey, this person is the master of the ghost gate, he has a name that shocked the rivers and lakes, his name is Xiao Tears and Blood.

This year, there are many legends in the rivers and lakes, legend has it that he has died, and some people say that Xiao died under the sword of Li Qing of the Bloody Clothes Gate, because he is the fastest sword in the world.

Some people also say that he died in the ghost village, because they are a pair of dead enemies, Xiao went to seek revenge with tears and blood, and was defeated by the ghost village owner, and he died a pitiful death.

But today the shadow saw him, and the shadow received a flying pigeon from the owner of the door who had been missing for a year, and he came to this shop with a shaved head, and he saw the owner of the door who had been missing for a year.

"Actually, I pretended to be a master who shaved my head, but unfortunately I searched all over Guzhou City in a year, and I didn't find this killer called 'Razor'," Xiao said with tears, his words full of regret.

"You've found 'kitchen knives' and 'scissors', your plan has been successful, we've killed them," Shadow is also proud of this plan.

"We have failed. Hey, these are just the small characters, and we've exposed ourselves when we take them away. Xiao Tearful said these words and walked into a small cubicle.

Soon Xiao Tears and Blood walked out of the compartment, and now he regained a proud attire, wearing a black and white robe on his body, he became tall and mighty.

"Door master, shall we go out now?" The shadow saw Xiao Tear's true body and felt cordial, Xiao Tear was a man in the wind of the jade tree, and he hadn't seen this outfit for a year.

"Why are we going out?" Xiao asked rhetorically.

The shadow was puzzled by this sentence, and changed his clothes, but he didn't plan to go out, what was the plan?

"Are you the last street to leave?" Xiao asked with tears.

"Yes, the owner of the door, walked into the restaurant alone, pushed away the wheelbarrow with a broken arm, Zhang Fan and Li Qing got into the carriage, and I was the only one left on the street. Shadow recalls his last moments, and he feels safe here.

He is a shadow, and he will never leave a tail behind him, otherwise the tail is the shadow of the shadow, and the shadow is very confident in his feelings.

"Our guest should be almost there," Xiao let out a long sigh of tears, he didn't complain about the shadow in front of him, this shadow was very loyal to him.

"Guest, what guest?" Shadow felt Xiao Tears becoming more and more strange.

"A gift-giver, you go and open the door," Xiao Tear took the chair where the guest sat when he shaved his head, and came to the outside of the shop, where he sat quietly.

A hint of wind blew through the street at this time, and there was a heat wave in the wind, this was a warm wind, but the shadow couldn't feel the heat of this wind, and he had already seen the coldness in Xiao's tearful eyes.

This coldness can penetrate people's hearts and make people feel a trace of coldness. The shadow heard the sound of horses' hooves, which came from west to east, and the sound of footsteps was interspersed with the sound of horses' hooves.

The shadow saw a figure, this figure galloped in front of the fast horse, the speed of the fast horse always kept a certain distance from him, this person is so powerful.

The fast horses came to the front of the shop as fast as they could, and in an instant they stopped their hooves, and they seemed to be very well trained, and none of the fast horses exceeded the limits of their own parking.

The shadow saw that there were immediately ten big men in black, they wrapped their heads and faces in black cloth, and only their eyes were exposed, and these twenty pairs of eyes were full of murderous intent.

The leader of the gallop was a man dressed as a Taoist, he was wearing a gray Taoist robe, and he was carrying a book in his hand, this one was a black and brown book.

Behind the fast horse were eight men, in groups of two, carrying four large boxes, who were only a beat slower than the fast horse, but they also came to the front of the shop quickly.

The man dressed as a Taoist stopped when he saw the person sitting at the door, and he asked in the clearest voice: "In front of you, is Xiao Daxia, the master of the 'Ghost Gate'?"

The shadow now knew that he had indeed caused trouble, and he just wanted to see his master earlier, but he looked carefully behind him, and there was indeed no suspicious person following him.

"I am the real 'ghost king' Xiao Tears," Xiao Tears reported his name in a loud voice, which has always shocked the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the name resounded in the sky outside the store.