After the ghost attendant and Xiao Wu exchanged clothes, everyone returned to the overpass and stood apart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Wu, who was dressed in ghost clothes, nodded to everyone: "Then I'll take the first step." ”

"Wait a minute," the ghost attendant took a crumpled baseball cap and handed it to Xiao Wu, "put this on too, so they don't see your face clearly." ”

Wang Zhengyou saw that the ghost waiter's hat was still on his head, and asked, "Where did it come from?"

The ghost attendant asked rhetorically, "What do you say?"

Wang Zhengyou sighed, laughed and said nothing.

Xiao Wu took the baseball cap and put it on his head, and the swordsmen looked up and down, really like a ghost waiter.

Soon after Xiao Wu left, Lao Zhao brought a few people to follow, and the rest of the people scattered and stood all over the overpass.

The ghost attendant stared over, only to see Xiao Wu slowly walking towards the three Haisha faction eyeliners under the street lamp, and when he passed by them, he also raised the brim of his baseball cap in a serious manner.

The ghost attendant noticed that the attention of one of the eyeliners was attracted to Xiao Wu, and he pretended to stare at Xiao Wu for a while, his expression changed slightly, and then he raised his hands, ready to pat the shoulders of the two companions.

At this time, the ghost attendant saw Xiao Wu's left hand raised slightly, as if he was going to greet someone, and then, a white light flashed on his hand, this white light flashed and disappeared, if ordinary people saw it, they might only feel dazzled, but the ghost attendant could see it clearly - it was Xiao Wu's knife.

Xiao Wu drew the knife, chopped, and collected the knife in one go, and it only took half a second, and then he walked past the three eyeliners as if nothing happened.

This hand is beautiful.

The ghost servant glanced sideways at Wang Zhengyou beside him, the knife man has always been known for being fast, looking at the speed of Xiao Wu's knife, it can not be said that it is not unpleasant, but compared to Wang Zhengyou, there is still a big difference, the ghost servant has seen Wang Zhengyou out of the knife, it can really be said that "its speed is like the wind", even if it is an expert, it is difficult to see where the knife came from, no wonder he has the prestige of "fast knife hand".

The look of the eyeliner was fixed on his face, and his raised hands fell heavily on the shoulders of his two companions, startling them, and they looked at him in disbelief, and then they realized that he was not looking right.

At this time, Xiao Wu had already walked away, but his purpose was to attract the attention of these eyeliner, so he deliberately slowed down his pace and did not go too far from the three eyeliner.

The eyeliner who was hit looked ahead blankly, and suddenly his body went limp, and he slid down the street lamp, and a stream of blood flowed from his mouth. His two companions' faces suddenly changed greatly, they looked around, and soon saw Xiao Wu not far away, the two eyeliners stared at his back for a while, one of them took out his mobile phone and made a call, and after hanging up the phone, he motioned to the other eyeliner to take care of the companion who was recruited, and he hurriedly followed.

After a while, Lao Zhao and others, who pretended to be a group to enjoy the nightlife, also followed in a clamory.

Seeing that the other party had been tricked, the ghost servant said that it was time, turned around and looked around at the swordsmen, and greeted softly: "Let's go." ”

He glanced up at the dark blue night sky, the weather was good, but there was a fishy smell in the air.

The smell of blood.

At 8:10 p.m., No. 94, Beishan Street, West Lake District.

94 Beishan Street is a three-storey villa with a strong oriental atmosphere, which is very different from the surrounding Western-style bungalows.

The villa is located in an excellent corner, from the balcony on the third floor, the line of sight can directly cross the water moon corridor, the wind and rain pavilion and the narrow Su Causeway, and take in most of the West Lake.

"Alas, it's a pity that the time is urgent, I can't swim on the West Lake, and I want to come to the scenery of the three springs reflecting the moon, and it will definitely have a different flavor. ”

The little master Fang Bin stood on the edge of the guardrail, looking at the sparkling West Lake intently, as if talking to himself, and as if he was talking to a few junior disciples behind him, and said leisurely. He looked to be in his twenties, wearing a pale green shirt with wide robes and large sleeves, holding a folding fan in his right hand, with his rather delicate appearance and slightly long hair, he looked like a scholar from a costume drama.

Several members of the Haisha Sect stood behind him respectfully, and they weren't sure if the second senior brother was talking to them, so they had to look at each other and remain silent.

At this time, I heard Fang Bin sigh with emotion: "It's a pity, it's a pity, I originally planned to play in Hangzhou for two days, but it's a pity that I was riddled with mundane things, and I missed the good season. ”

A few people still didn't pick up, silently blowing the evening breeze, and a few people were still muttering in their hearts: When is it, are you still in the mood to show off your literary and artistic style here? I have long heard that this second senior brother is the most elegant thing, and when I see it today, it is true, and I don't know if he is really in love with retro or pretending to be 13.

"Ouch, look at me, patronizing and talking to myself, come, junior brothers, sit and sit. ”

Fang Bin never got a response, turned around and saw that everyone was looking at him blankly, so he laughed bitterly at himself, beckoned the juniors to sit down, and he also sat down on the rattan chair, and the folding fan in his right hand lightly hit his left palm, and let out a soft sigh: "Alas, it is really troublesome to be entangled in mundane things." When everything is done, I must take a good swim in this West Lake with all my junior brothers, what do you think of it?"

The little master Fang Bin is a celebrity next to the head of the family, and Nian Dengshun is even more blue-eyed to him than the eldest disciple Zhu Xing, where do several people dare to brush his Yaxing?

Fang Bin nodded with a smile: "Then it's decided." Then he clapped his hands and greeted, "Aja!"

A man walked out of the shadows under the eaves, bowed down and responded, "Yes." ”

Only then did the people find out that there was still a person hiding there, and I don't know when he came to the balcony, this guy was already dark-skinned, and he was dressed in black, no wonder we couldn't understand, they nodded secretly, this is no different from playing hide and seek with Bao Zheng on a moonless night.

Everyone only said that he was Fang Bin's personal servant, so they didn't think it was strange.

"Go make some kung fu tea," Fang Bin instructed, and after a pause, he added, "Our time is relatively tight, you can finish those cumbersome procedures outside, and then directly bring the tea." ”

Do you still know that time is pressing? The people secretly said in their hearts, seeing that you are so energetic and elegant, I thought you didn't know!

"Wow. The man in black, named Aja, took the order.

Fang Bin turned to the crowd and smiled: "This kung fu tea is very particular about brewing, everyone should wait patiently." ”

Everyone responded in unison: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Fang Bin said again: "It's cool at night, let's go back to the house first." ”

Speaking of which, wasn't the person who originally proposed to go to the balcony to watch the scenery Senior Brother Fang...... Although everyone thought so in their hearts, they didn't dare to say it, and they agreed one after another.

A cadre of people left the balcony and returned to the brightly lit room, the room was very spacious, the layout was very regular, there were several calligraphy hanging on the wall, and a rectangular screen was placed behind each of the two rows of guest seats in the middle, which was painted with plum orchids, bamboo chrysanthemums and other things.

There was a doorman standing in each of the four corners of the house, and one of them went over and closed the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window when everyone had entered the room.

Fang Bin walked a few steps slowly, sat down on the official hat chair at the top, and the people waited for him to sit down, and then sat down on the left and right guest seats according to their seniority, and another doorman who was guarding the room came to Fang Bin's side and whispered a few words, Fang Bin nodded after hearing this, and said softly: "You can tell you again junior brothers." ”

The doorman replied and said to everyone present: "I just got the news that the brothers have blocked the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway, and they can't escape, so they can only escape nearby, and it is only a matter of time before they are caught." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and they were all happy.

"What do you guys think?" Fang Bin asked.

"Very well," said one of the disciples, "but the brothers must always be careful, for the scheming of the idea is likely to repeat the mistakes of Brother Liu." ”

"Senior Brother Liu's death is too miserable......" Another doorman shuddered, as if remembering Senior Brother Liu's death.

Another doorman: "You must keep a low profile, and you must not let the Wuyi Society get the news." ”

Fang Bin bowed his head slightly and said, "Not bad." ”

"It's finally coming to an end," said one of the doormen, who sat at the bottom of the house, "and it's a very hard idea, and there are already too many brothers in his hands." ”

Another doorman continued: "There is a way that the monk can't run the temple, and now we have an absolute advantage in numbers, but the idea is isolated, let him have great ability, and in the end he can only obediently tie his hands and be captured, or lead the neck to be killed." ”

Fang Bin frowned when he heard this, and when a doorman saw this, he asked, "Now that the situation is very good, why is Senior Brother frowning?"

Fang Bin glanced at the man and asked, "Is the idea really isolated?"

Everyone was stunned together, and the person who asked the question earlier said puzzledly: "Of course, those swordsmen under the idea are not on the way to Shanghai." ”

Fang Bin was silent.

"yes...... Why did the idea split from his men?" said the other, to himself.

"Well, isn't it more convenient to run alone? Another person replied.

“...... The time and place of this idea is too strange. ”

"What's weird, isn't it just ......"

Fang Bin suddenly coughed lightly, and everyone immediately quieted down and looked at him.

Fang Bin glanced around at everyone and slowly asked, "What do you say, what is the purpose of the idea of going to Shanghai?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and said in their hearts, why did they ask such a question?

"He probably thinks it's easier to hide his tracks in big cities?" replied one of the doormen, thoughtfully.

"Oh, it's kind of interesting," Fang Bin nodded at the doorman, "Tell me about Senior Brother Zhang, what will they do next after they meet in Shanghai?"

Senior Brother Zhang thought for a moment and responded, "I think they may hide in Shanghai for a while, and then flee outside our sphere of influence after the limelight has passed." ”

"You mean...... Fang Bin put up his folding fan and poked his chin lightly, "will they go north or west?"

Senior Brother Zhang nodded.

"They just scurried around like headless flies. One of the doormen scoffed.

"Escape, where can they flee to?" the doorman to the left of Senior Brother Zhang sneered, "Unless you run abroad, you ...... Hmph, even if they can escape from the palm of our hands, will those 'famous and decent' people let them go?" he insisted on the words "famous and decent", obviously very disdainful of them.

The doorman opposite Senior Brother Zhang turned the topic back again: "Senior brother, why don't we transfer the brothers from Shanghai? In this way, when rounding up that idea, it will be more effective with half the effort, anyway, it will be an hour's ......work for them to come."

Fang Bin glanced at him, and before he could speak, another disciple immediately retorted: "Senior Brother Nie, what kind of brain do you have! The brothers in Shanghai can't move! They still have to ambush those swordsmen!"