Liu Qian is undoubtedly an extremely lucky person.

He was the only one who survived all the Hades stickers.

But he doesn't seem to take this luck as luck.

Or rather, the price of this luck was so great that he couldn't accept it.

His family couldn't get out of the fire that directly burned down the entire Yang family.

So he wanted revenge, and he sent invitations to all the sects he knew, whether they were Guanzhong or Guanwai, Jiangnan, Lingnan, Beijing, and Damo, asking them to come to Chang'an to help him get justice.

These people came quickly, and in a few days, more than thirty sects had already arrived in Chang'an City.

It seems that the world is just and glorious, and those who kill innocent people indiscriminately will be ambushed.

But what Liu Qian was waiting for first was not justice, but another Hades sticker.

For this Hades sticker, Liu Qian has been prepared for a long time, and the people in Chang'an City are also prepared.

The last assassination failed, and there were rumors in the market that it was not the white-haired ghost himself who shot at that time, and the real white-haired ghost was ambushing Yang Yanluo at that time, so of course, the assassination would continue, because the white-haired ghost had never failed, and he definitely couldn't accept that nominal defeat that did not belong to him.

Liu Qian's life was only temporarily taken from the king of Hades, and when the white-haired ghost remembered it, he would go to collect the debt.

And this time for debt collection, with Liu Qian's own actions, was pulled to the forefront in advance.

Liu Qian is going to die, just tonight.

The white-haired ghost does what he says.

But Liu Qian didn't completely close his eyes and wait for death, he didn't die last time, so he felt that this time it might not be, and the white-haired ghost was not a completely invincible existence in his heart.

So he invited all the sects he invited to the restaurant he opened, and set up thirty tables of flowing water tables in a row, and began to eat and drink before it began to dark, until he ate until three o'clock in the morning, he made up his mind, and spent tonight in the restaurant, he didn't believe that the white-haired ghost could still kill him when so many people were present.

If the white-haired ghost really dares to come, who will kill whom, it is really not certain.

At four o'clock, the bangs outside rang three times, and the time was coming.

In the restaurant, everyone put down their dishes and chopsticks and looked at the door.

The door of the restaurant is naturally not closed, and it is wide open, just waiting for the person to come.

A window on the second floor of the restaurant also quietly opened a crack, someone was looking outside through the gap, this person was none other than the white-haired ghost's loyal supporter brother, he learned this afternoon that Tingyulou had sent a post to the king of Hades, and hurriedly ran to Pinjinlou to bet, by the way to inquire about the news, to hear that this time the white-haired ghost was going to kill Liu Qian, and Liu Qian in order to deal with it, specially invited a large number of helpers to come to the restaurant to wait, he immediately used his connections to let people also help to get a private room, and then brought a group of friends who did not believe in the strength of the white-haired ghost came。

"I said Zijin, Zi Shi has arrived, the white-haired ghost has not yet appeared, it seems that he will not come, let's leave quickly, this kind of place of right and wrong, it is not for us to stay for a long time. "A friend was impatient to wait, and immediately began to urge Brother Zijin, these people are all businessmen, although they are also involved with the rivers and lakes, but they are not people in the rivers and lakes, and this downstairs is full of people sitting in the rivers and lakes, although they have nothing to do with these people, but if something happens, they always suffer.

"Yes, Zijin, let's go, I'm sleepy, look at the battle downstairs, don't say it's a white-haired ghost, even the real king of Hades has to be scared away, right? Someone chimed in.

"Zijin, are we sure you can't do it yet? "There are even more compromises.

"Don't speak, the white-haired ghost never arrives early, he doesn't miss his appointment, he won't be afraid, and he doesn't need your fake approval, you just need to keep your eyes open and take a closer look, this time has just arrived, he will definitely come." Brother Zijin couldn't stand the white-haired ghost questioned by others, and immediately refuted it when he heard the words.

And it was at this time that he found that the breathing of the people downstairs was a little depressed.

The white-haired ghost is coming!

The white-haired ghost is indeed here.

He walked in step by step through the gate.

With a white impermanence face, dressed in white, he carried his hands behind his back and walked towards Liu Qian, who was sitting in the center of the entire restaurant lobby.

There are Jianghu guests invited by Liu Qian who looked at the white-haired ghost as if he had entered a no-man's land, and just wanted to slap the table and scold loudly, but when he wanted to do this, he inexplicably felt that the air around him seemed to be compressed, and he couldn't breathe, and then that impulse disappeared.

He was not the only one who felt this way, and there were seven or eight other people who were about to stand up with their shoulders moving, but they were inexplicably suppressed, as if there was an invisible hand pressing on their shoulders.

Then the white-haired ghost walked in front of Liu Qian and sat down.

"Hahahahaha!" Liu Qian didn't know why no one had spoken up yet, he had no choice but to laugh a few times by himself, "White-haired ghost, tonight is a road to heaven, you don't go, there is no door to hell, you come to vote, this place is full of heroes, how can you bear me?"

"Mr. Liu......" The white-haired ghost spoke, his voice was high and low, sharp and hoarse, at first glance, it was completely a ghost voice, "Life is in the world, the most important thing is to cherish the blessings, life is a thing, it can be kept once, not necessarily a second time, why bother?"

"White-haired ghost, don't say much!" Liu Qianyan heard the case and stood up, "My family, all of them died in your hands, if you don't take revenge, I swear not to be a person!"

He spoke angrily, but he didn't notice that the entire restaurant was silent, and no one responded to him.

"Draw your sword. The white-haired ghost picked up the flask on the table and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Okay!" Liu Qian looked up and looked around, but still no one responded, the anger in his chest was even stronger, he held a knife in his hand, and his eyes were like demons.

He Liu potential foothold in Chang'an, of course, is not in vain, his one-handed serial knife, when the knife is up, interlocking, almost no flaws, I don't know how many masters have been defeated, at this time it is a close fight, his knife is more advantageous, he saw that the white-haired ghost did not get up, and directly pulled out the knife.

"Choke—" The knife sounded.

The knife was very fast, the white-haired ghost hadn't gotten up yet, everyone's eyes widened, Liu Qian had a chance.

Then the sound of the knife fell, Liu Qian's head rose to the sky, and then fell to the ground, bouncing twice on the ground, dripping and spinning, his eyes widened, as if he didn't understand why until he died.

What's even more strange is that not a drop of blood spurted out, and a layer of heavy frost sealed Liu Qian's neck, and his headless body stood there, holding the knife for a long time, before it slowly fell, and the knife fell to the ground, making a crisp clanging sound.

Still no one got up, and there didn't seem to be so many people in the whole restaurant.

"Mr. Liu is a real hero, you are all fake benevolence. The white-haired ghost picked up the bowl and drank the wine from the bowl, saying, "Good wine." ”

"Farewell. ”

He got up, walked to the door again, and walked out, just as he had come.

Still no one got up, and everyone's throats felt like they were choked.

It wasn't until much later that someone gasped loudly, then got up with his blade and walked out the door quickly.

Then, more people left, and no one spoke.

Soon, the entire restaurant was empty.

Only in the private room on the second floor, Brother Zijin was dancing there while drinking, and laughed heartily: "I saw it, I saw it, I said, white-haired ghost, how can you lose? This is the real white-haired ghost!"

And the other people, sometimes looking downstairs, sometimes looking at each other, they still can't believe that all this is true.

Liu Qian is really dead, in full view of everyone.

That white-haired ghost really has the ability to take people's heads, like probing for things.

What kind of terrifying knife technique is that you can't even see the light of the sword?

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The second more.

Take a break and continue the third shift, since you have promised Purgatory Lao Tie, you will naturally do it.

Wait a minute.