Shaanxi Qingyang boundary, built a small town by the mountain, Gu also called the mountain city.

In the middle of autumn in August, it was almost ten minutes of the first month, and black clouds poured in from all directions, enveloping the calm mountain city for a while! Like countless ghosts, stretching out the hand of darkness, as if trying to tear the mountain city to pieces.

The old street of the past is also prosperous at this time.

There are few outsiders in the mountain city, and the people in the town come and go, and they are familiar with each other, so it should be the last scene before walking on the street after dinner, visiting friends, and bustling ending, but now there are no pedestrians on the old street, abandoning the noisy old days, and the stalls scattered early. The coming rain is more like a person who is in awe and fears of this darkness full of evil signs.

Glancing into the depths of the old street, a faint light is very eye-catching at this time! An old noodle stall is still struggling with this domineering darkness, and it is time to return for a while.

An old man in his fifties sat on a chair next to the fire, and there were diners at the dining table next to him, who did not care about the dark and oppressive bad weather, giving the old man a reason not to return.

A young man dressed simply, dressed in a light gray coarse cloth robe, neat and clean, was sitting at the table at this time, staring at the bowl of noodles on the table as if admiring a treasure.

The young man's slender and clean hands pinched the chopsticks, but he didn't have the idea of eating noodles at all. Just opposite the young man, a middle-aged man slept on one side of the pillow table, his face and beard had not been groomed for a long time, and he looked like alkali grass, and he was wearing a coarse cloth shirt stained with oil stains and stained with mud, which showed the lazy attitude to life on weekdays.

In the distance, a lightning bolt pierced through the clouds, and the earth lit up, and a muffled thunder followed one after another, resounding through the mountain city! It seemed to wake up all the sleeping creatures and even the earth, but the middle-aged man did not move at all, he was still asleep, even if the sky collapsed and the earth sank at this time, he didn't seem to care.

The young man was still obsessively admiring the noodles in the bowl, and the thunder only made his body move naturally, but he did not change his stupid state as before.

The old man sat by the fire, still showing a lazy demeanor, looking at the end of the old street, as if the silence after the thunder had taken his heart away, and when he returned home, he unloaded the day's toil, and his children and grandchildren sat around, chatting and laughing and playing—the grandson tugged at his gray beard, and asked him to tell the story of the past, or the legends of the ghosts and ghosts in the mountains, which could make the children under the oil lamp more frightened and fascinating.

The old man turned around from his confusion, and the middle-aged man got up slightly, and he was stunned, and then he fell on the table again, his eyes were no longer closed, and his eyes were indifferent, and the young man began to eat the bowl of cold noodles that he had admired.

At the end of the old street, there came a watchman, dressed in a gray shirt and neat, not very old, with strong steps, and he came straight to the noodle stall after a short time.

The watchman greeted the old man: "Uncle Hu, haven't you confiscated the stall yet!" The watchman smiled and spoke, sitting next to the young man eating noodles, on an idle chair.

A slight smile wrinkled into Huber's face and he said, "Come on, don't you have any guests to eat, have you eaten? ”

The watchman hurriedly said with a kind smile: "No, Uncle Hu, I have eaten, look at this day, it is dark, I am a little anxious to go this way, you can give me a bowl of hot soup to drink, quench my thirst, warm this stomach, a little pumping, uncomfortable." ”

Hu Bo responded to the mouth, took the bowl, and said while serving the noodle soup: "This disease is going to be adjusted, and you must be picky about eating and drinking in the future, and avoid a little mouth, so you will always suffer a big problem." ”

The watchman nodded, took the noodle soup handed by the old man, and said, "What you said is that during this period of time, this stomach hurts from time to time for a long time, and the wine has been left behind in the past few days, and I dare not eat greasy things." ”

Hu Bo sighed meaningfully, this anger is not like a sigh for the bad stomach disease of the watchman, the beater is drinking noodle soup, but he didn't care about this sigh, just now the warm-hearted and warm said, just now the two of them don't care about the look, if they are around, anyone will feel that the former and the latter's attitude is completely out of tune, it's a little indescribably weird!

Huber looked at the end of the old street again, and a figure gradually became clear from a distance.

Under the faint light of the furnace, a tired and dusty face came into Huber's eyes, and the blue shirt on this person was also mixed with the nourishment of the earth, which looked like a thick cloth shirt.

The man in the blue shirt walked straight over, walked to the corner of the long table and sat down, and said to Hu Bo: "Uncle, let's have a bowl of hot noodles, a large bowl, and more soup to drive away the cold." ”

Hu Bo had a smile on his face, perhaps a relieved smile brought by business, and it seemed to laugh at the dark weather, to mock it for failing to dilute the business, smiling on his face and not idle in his hands, kneading his face neatly, nodding his head and responding continuously.

When he got up, the bowl of hot soup was only a sip or two, not like the eagerness he had when he sat down for a bowl of hot soup.

Before the watchman took a step, he said first: "Uncle Hu, you are always busy, I will leave first, clean up early, this rain is not small!"

Hu Bo stopped his noodle work and said, "Let's go, let's go after drinking the soup, the weather is cold, and the hot soup in the stomach can relieve some pain." ”

The watchman answered: "No, Huber, still stay and do things, and then knock a few times in front, and the rain will go back." ”

The watchman raised the small hammer in his hand as he spoke, and the word 'go' in his mouth just came out, but the small hammer in his hand really swung out, not to the gong in his left hand, but to the head of the blue-shirted man smashed down, the hammer did not arrive, and the wind first broke through the air and transmitted the sound.

At this harsh rumor, Hu Bo's noodle knife lying on the noodle case arrived in his hand at some point, and the small hammer of the watchman rushed to the throat of the blue-shirted man in order.

The middle-aged man has also woken up, no longer the down-and-out demeanor, as soon as he woke up, he straightened up, reached out, and a cold star flew towards the blue-shirted man with the sound of breaking through the sky. At the same time, the young man was in mid-air, and there was an extra delicate sword in his hand, and the cold light on the sword was as bright as the lightning that crossed the sky, and this light shone only for one person—the man in the blue shirt!

In an instant, all the living forms were covered by the four types of life that shone with the condensation essence of each of their lives, and they would all die naturally, but Huber's face changed—from indifference and coldness to panic and fear.

The faces of the watchmen, the down-and-out middle-aged people, and the young people with elegant manners also turned into a look of consternation, and the blue-shirted man disappeared under the four fierce attacks and four pairs of cold eyes, and the four fierce attacks and killings that condensed what he had learned in his life instantly became so funny, and he lost all the brilliance he deserved.

Just when the stunned expressions on the faces of the four people had not disappeared, the blue-shirted man appeared ghostly again, and as soon as he appeared, he stood behind the watchman, and the small hammer of the watchman swung again, swinging at the young man whose sword had gone empty and his body had not yet fully landed.

The watchman's body was already weak, and it was obvious that he was in the hands of the blue-shirted man at this time, like a marionette.

For a while, the table also flew up, crashing into the middle-aged man, and the young man's screams were stabbed with all his might, and the blood also splashed as the small hammer hit his chest and abdomen.

The screams of the watchman were terrible, and the delicate sword had pierced through his chest, continuing to pierce the blue-shirted man behind him.

The blue-shirted man had flashed towards Huber who was swinging his knife again, and when Huber's blade was cut down, the blue-shirted man had ghostly avoided the blade, and a dirt-stained hand had been slashed on Huber's wrist holding the knife, and in the scream, the bone cracking sound of Huber's wrist was faintly recognizable, and the missing face knife also fell and slashed into the ground.

The sound of breaking the air rose again, the long table that flew towards the middle-aged man had been disconnected, a cold star flew from the crack, and the young man's sword was also drawn from the chest of the beater, and slashed towards the blue-shirted man with a pungent smell of blood.

The blue-shirted man had already jumped into the air, the cold light of the sword shadow crossed under his feet, and another cold star from the hands of the middle-aged man also flashed, and only two cold stars jingled on the young man's sword.

At the end of the crossbow, the young man with blood rushing in his mouth, still used up the last of his wrist strength, and slashed his wrist back to the leg of the blue-shirted man, but his speed at this time was difficult to go faster, the blue-shirted man's right foot had kicked on his chest, and his left foot stepped on the sword he had sharpened, the young man no longer had the strength, his eyes were wide open, and he lay backwards weakly, and the blue-shirted man stepped on the chest of the lying young man, and his feet did not touch the ground to Hu Bo, who was clenched with his teeth due to the pain of broken bones, and sweat beads were dripping on his forehead.

Hu Bo was over the age of six, but his will was undiminished, and it hurt so much that his left hand still danced and threw out a cold light, and a hidden blade rushed towards the blue-shirted man.

The blue-shirted man's forward force and the Hidden Blade came through the wind, and the cross encounter was between lightning and fire, and the figure of the blue-shirted man writhed suddenly, and the wind-piercing Hidden Blade grazed the collar of the blue-shirted man and flew away, and a few strands of dust-stained hair and dancing pendulums swirled and fell in the vortex wind.

Huber's body had flown backwards, and the blue-shirted man's fist on his chest was no less weighted than the hammer that hit him.

Huber's screams were dull and a little depressed, so he didn't hear the end, a few cold stars had sunk into the back of Huber who flew out upside down, when Huber's body fell on the broken table and chair, there were more than a dozen cold stars covering the blue-shirted man, and when the blue-shirted man dodged, the middle-aged man's figure had shot to the side of the road, and he flew up again and went to the roof, jumping behind the house that had disappeared beside the road.

The blue-shirted man stayed in place without the slightest intention of chasing, and the young man's forehead also had three more blood spots, which were not the blood droplets that were splashed arbitrarily when the watchman fell, but the three-point cold star that the middle-aged man quietly flew in, and the blue-shirted man knew that chasing him was just one more corpse.

The man in the blue shirt woke up from his stupor, looked up at the sky, and then walked to the other end of the old street, and disappeared into the darkness for a moment, and there was a sound of doors banging on the side of the street, but no one came out.

A lightning bolt crossed the sky, and then there were a few thunderstorms, and the old street was even more eerie in this lightning and thunder, and the belated rain curtain finally opened at this time, becoming more and more urgent, as if it was eager to wash away this terrible scene, and perfunctory a refreshing world.