Volume 1 The Nishibin Boy Chapter 6 A Grand Escape

Xibin City's huge sewer pipe system is a giant labyrinth, and Guan Jue is like the master of this labyrinth, Yang Ji followed Guan Jue and actually had the illusion of a leisurely stroll.

"Senior Guan, what the hell are we going around, why don't we just go out?" Yang Ji looked puzzled.

"Of course I'm running for my life, all eyes are on this place now, don't you think it's ridiculous to ask such a thing?"

"Why, senior Guan, aren't you a master in the world, and there is such a powerful enemy who even wants you to back down three points?"

"Hehe, the old man's enemy is the whole world! No matter where he goes, it's a grand escape, look at the point. ”

Guan Jue patted the head on his waist, and said:

"They belong to an organization called the Dark Alliance, and they secretly escorted heavy goods last month, but they were unexpectedly learned by the old man, hehe. ”

"Does the Dark Alliance sound like a large organization?"

They take a cut of all the underground transactions of the Federation, send experts to maintain order in the black market, and smuggle an astonishing amount of currency, which can be said to be everything, and even the government can only turn a blind eye to them. “

Yang Ji looked up at the top of his black head, lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then made up his mind to ask:

"Senior...... The junior dared to ask, what is the goods you are referring to, and what is the value of this thing, so that you can get it at the risk of offending the Dark Alliance?"

"Aren't you afraid that you will know too much and cause yourself to be killed?" Guan Jue's expression suddenly became cold, and his eyes flashed with a strange green glow.

"Senior can not say it, but I believe that with your strength, it will be easy to kill me. Now that I am in danger and there is no way out in sight, I hope that I will not die in vain. ”

Guan Jue laughed when he heard this, and the momentum of the slaughter disappeared in an instant: "Young and gentle, but very bold, you are the first young man who dares to talk to me like this." ”

"I'll tell you a story first. In the far east of the continent, through the continuous primeval forest, there is an endless expanse of Daze. A clan has lived in this poor mountain and bad water place for generations, and the ancestors have migrated for three generations before they get out of that misty ghost place. “

For the first time, they saw the tall trees and the beautiful waterside of the lake, and they were overjoyed. Soon they met a caravan returning from hunting, dressed in precious jewellery and garments they had never seen before, and loaded with mountains of game. The caravan warmly invited them to accompany them, did not hesitate to share their food, and promised to take them to see the bustling city they described. “

Flattered and embarrassed, the filthy hillbillies finally decided to give a portion of the rubbings of the Book of the Townsman to the caravan as a gift of gratitude. The caravan was so moved by the gift that night that a feast was held, and the two sides were allied by blood, and since then they have become brothers. “

"After a few rounds of good wine and meat, everyone was drunk and asleep. But what they didn't expect was that the drunken people got up from the ground one after another, smirked and drew sharp knives from the soles of their shoes and waists, and they rummaged roughly over the hillbillies, and then patches of blood splashed like butterflies all over the camp. “

"A child witnessed it all. He trembled and buried himself in the dirt pit, his calf was red and swollen and ulcerated by the ants, and he didn't dare to move, so he could only curl up helplessly. By the time the first spring thunder sounded, three full days had passed. ”

"The rain washed away his mud, and the red-eyed child was like a demon crawling from the depths of hell to earth, and he swore revenge for his people, and he followed the trail of the caravan like a wounded wolf, following the title he heard clearly, the royal ......"

A fierce and crazy look appeared in Guan Jue's eyes, but the smile on his face was even stronger: "Hearing this, you must have guessed that that child is the old man, and there is no clan in the world since then." Their caravan spied on our sacred relics, and they did not hesitate to cut off the blood of our people to get it, but it's a pity...... But it's in my hands. ”

"Later, on their hunting trip again, I ambushed and killed them all. I hung their heads on the treetops, threw their bodies to feed the vultures, I left my name, I wanted to make them live in fear, but since then I have become the number one murderer, playing a boring game of hide and seek with the world. But it's really hard to say who is a mouse and who is a cat, hehe..."

"The old people are really a little talkative......"

Yang Ji pursed his dry lips, and was about to express a few words of comfort, when suddenly there was a sound of broken footsteps from behind, sometimes splashing a few splashes, sometimes stepping on the wall and making a slight muffled sound.

"Seniors, three people. Yang Ji's heart was pounding, and he immediately leaned his ear against the wall, listening carefully to the sound that was getting closer and closer.

The intuition is good, but one is missing. Guan Jue grinned and bared his teeth in an exaggerated and silent smile, and the silence was terrifying.

A sword light poured down like a waterfall.

The dark underground passage suddenly lit up for a moment.

At this moment, Yang Ji suddenly remembered a poem.

He remembered that the second half of the sentence seemed to be the Milky Way falling for nine days, but he frowned in distress because he couldn't remember the first half of the sentence for a while.

And the sword light is already in sight.

Guan Jue suddenly had a round stick in his hand at some point, the stick was a foot long and dark, and it looked like it should have been picked up casually in the stove where the fire was lit in the countryside.

The stick is swelling like a tidal wave.

Zheng Zheng Zheng.

The sound of rapid collision of weapons sounded continuously, and in front of the knife waterfall seemed to be a black, hard and slippery mountain rock, no matter how it washed, it stood still as if it were idle.

The figure in mid-air did a chic backflip and landed lightly on the ground, and Yang Ji saw clearly the person who almost killed him.

"It turned out to be the five generals of the Li family, and the broken waterfall knife was very strong. Even Li Feishen can't sit still, and he wants to tear his old face and fight?"

The young man in front of him had short dyed hair, a leather jacket with a row of metal studs on his earlobes, and his face was ordinary, dressed like an uneducated gangster in the slums of the West Coast, but his eyes were as sharp as knives out of the sheath.

"Shut you down and surrender as soon as possible, my father has already laid a net outside, and you can't fly!"

"Little thing, do you know that the last person who dared to talk to me like this was knocked off all the bones of his body by me, his tongue was pulled out, and he wailed for a whole day and a night before slowly dying, and it seems that you want to try it too?"