The moon rises in the east and sets in the west.

When the morning star appeared on the edge of the sky, the city of Beiping finally fell silent.

Even the Happy Forest, which had been noisy all night, no longer made the slightest noise.

"Da Da ......"

The footsteps were soft, almost inaudible.

An ordinary-looking young man walked slowly through the Happy Forest, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a thin dark coat draped casually over his shoulders, swaying slightly in the wind.

This young man is none other than Shang Yaming.

He yawned and walked around to the back of the Happy Forest.

There is a long street behind it, called Jiuchi Street.

On both sides of the street are clusters of buildings, all of which are single-family two-story houses, which have only been built for a few years, but they are one of the most expensive areas in Beiping.

"An idler with a little ink in his belly and a person who specializes in cheating and abduction, can actually live here?"

Shang Yaming muttered to himself, he looked up at the moon, but he could only find a hazy outline that gradually faded to the west of the sky.

He only glanced at it, lowered his head, put his hand in his pocket, and strode down the wine pond street.

He came to find Wu Deshan.

Of course, it's not looking openly, it's looking in the dark. With years of experience in solving cases, Wu Deshan, the president of Shang Yaming's Intuitive Culture Bank, is inseparable from the two recent cases, and he hopes to find more clues from them.

Wu Deshan lives in the eighth western-style building on the left side of Jiuchi Street.

He considered himself a literati, so he planted a lot of flowers and trees in front of and behind the house.

Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, green pine and cypress.

However, when Shang Yaming approached, he didn't smell the natural fragrance of these flowers and trees.

A strong smell of blood broke into his nostrils!

At the same time as the smell of blood, there are black shadows and sword lights!

A figure jumped from a pine tree and stabbed with a knife.

He was covered in pitch black, with a black turban mask, a pitch-black cloak, pitch-black shoes, and pitch-black gloves......

And a pitch-black knife!

The hilt is pitch black, and the scabbard is pitch black.

Pull it out, and even the sword light is extremely dark!

Just like the eve of dawn, the last long night that is unwilling to fade!

"Tang Dao?" Shang Yaming blurted out, "No, it's a Japanese knife, you are from Xiaoheguo!"

Wako, the knife of the Wako.

Shang Yaming's gaze stayed on the sword.

It was a long, arced knife, twenty inches in length, thin and sharp.

The dark knife was reflected in the depths of his pupils, and it was constantly enlarged, Shang Yaming suddenly stretched out his hand, and at some point, there was a small musket in his left hand.

Raise your hand, raise your gun.

"Bang!"

The bullet flew out quickly, but instead of heading at the knife, it crashed into the person wielding the knife.

The attack came too suddenly, the sword light was like a long night, and the pitch-black knife was close at hand, approaching Shang Yaming's throat.

Shang Yaming couldn't hide at all, he could only gamble, he was right!

The Black Shadow didn't want to die together, so he had to put his knife away.

His sword style changed in an instant, no longer stabbing directly, but turning into a block.

He made the knife faster than a bullet, and he held the knife obliquely, and the blade trembled slightly, and with a "ding" sound, a bullet hit the knife.

"Such a fast knife, such a clever knife technique, I have seen a character at the level of Xiaoheguo's 'general', but he is far inferior to you!"

Before the words fell, Shang Yaming shot again.

With a flick of his wrist, he fired three shots in succession, and three bullets flew out in a zigzag shape, hitting the black shadow's face.

The shadow remained silent.

He swung his knife in silence.

With three knives, three shots.

The pitch-black knife seemed to cut through the night.

In the night, a pale arm stretched out and slapped the first bullet away.

Immediately after, a skull burning with green ghostfire suddenly appeared, engulfing the second bullet.

Then, a shroud, grinning in the wind, wrapped the third bullet!

The pale arms, the green fire skeleton, and the shroud fused together, and under the night of the sword light, they transformed into an undead spirit, roaring and rushing straight at Shang Yaming.

Shang Yaming stood motionless, as if he was shocked by such an unbelievable scene in front of him, and he suddenly closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, there was no night and no undead, only a black shadow, holding a black knife, was stabbing him in the chest.

"I once heard that the three swords of Xiaoheguo's nasal passage can make people fall into a deep illusion, and now it seems that it really deserves its reputation. ”

The tip of the black knife stabbed Shang Yaming's chest, flashing a dazzling spark, and the black shadow tried its best, but it couldn't stab it no matter what.

Shang Yaming laughed, he tore open his white shirt, only to see that there was a soft armor woven of iron wire.

"Ever since I saw Xiao Heguo's 'general', I have always been on guard, your sword skills can't be on the table after all, fast enough, weird enough, but not ruthless enough, not even a layer of iron armor can pierce through!"

Before he could finish speaking, the muzzle of the musket was already blocked in the belly of the black shadow.

"Bang!"

This time, the shadow couldn't dodge it no matter what, and blood splattered as the gunshots rang out.

However, the black shadow still had the ability to move, he let out a low whine in his throat, covered his bleeding abdomen with one hand, and slashed out with the other, and then fled without looking back, leaving only a vague afterimage in the blink of an eye.

Shang Yaming jumped backwards and dodged the black knife.

"Bang bang bang!"

The musket fired, and he ran out of bullets, but unfortunately he didn't even hit a single shot, the speed of the black shadow was too fast, and when he fled, he was like a snake, sometimes left and right, it was difficult to catch his position.

"You still want to run! You're injured, how far can you run?"

Losing the musket, Shang Yaming raised his leg and was about to catch up, when suddenly there was a pain in his chest, and the severe pain almost made him fall to his knees, and he couldn't breathe.

Although the black shadow's knife did not pierce the iron armor, some of the dark energy contained in it still reached Shang Yaming's body, and at this time, he couldn't move!

And the black shadow had long expected this scene, he didn't run far at all, and lurked back, dragging a long scimitar, and his body staggered.

He walked to Shang Yaming's right front, kicked the musket away, and then raised his knife high and slashed at Shang Yaming's neck.

Shang Yaming roared, rolled on the spot, and lay on the ground, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his face was red because he couldn't breathe, but in his hand, there was an extra musket.

He always carried two muskets.

One in the light, the other in the dark.

"Bang!" the shadow was shot in the abdomen again.

But he can still keep running!

Shang Yaming wanted to catch up, and breathed more than ten times with difficulty, and when the intense pain was slightly reduced, he got up, but when he looked around, the black shadow had already disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know where it went.

Shang Yaming wanted to follow the bloodstains on the ground, but after walking a few dozen meters, the bloodstains also disappeared.

With a scolding voice, he had no choice but to return to Wu Deshan's residence, and directly kicked open the door and broke in.

The smell of blood in the house is even stronger!

After searching for a while, Shang Yaming soon found a corpse.

Death is naturally Wu Deshan.

Not long after he died, the death was terrifying, his eyes were wide open, his body had been split into three pieces, and the blood was almost dry......