Chapter 7 first quarter
The six men who once drank each other's blood stood in a line on Tianmo, looking up at the clear autumn sky.The stars are so dense that they seem to carry weight, floating irregularly in the dark sky.Twelve eye pupils reflected a needle-like fine brilliance.
"White Dou." Lian Shou took out a small object from his skirt and stuffed it into Di Bin's palm. "I said, I will give you a gift after you return with a hundred subordinates. This is yours."
"Bai Dou brought back two hundred people!" Long Bai said with a smile. "Then there should be two gifts!"
Di Bin smiled and opened his palm to have a look.It was a wooden Buddha statue the size of a finger—the same as the one carved on the sickle head in the past, without a face.There is a small hole running through the sides of the Buddha statue, and a thin rope is worn.
"This is the talisman," Kayashi said. "Wear it around your neck, and a knife won't hurt you."
"It's so beautiful." Di Bin carefully admired the carving of this tiny amulet.It is unimaginable that the thick fingers of the scythe possess such exquisite craftsmanship.
"I want one too!" Long Bai stretched out his hand to Lian Shou to beg.
"Second brother, you don't need it." Lian Shou took the talisman and tied it around Di Bin's neck. "Your bow is your talisman, and you need nothing else."
Di Bin stretched out his hand to touch the talisman on his chest, feeling a sense of warmth.
"Fifth brother, thank you."
Scythe patted his shoulder.
"White Dou." Yu Runsheng still looked up at the sky. "Are you afraid?"
Di Bin put away his smile. "My fifth brother gave this thing, I'm not afraid."
"Okay." Yu Runsheng smiled. "Fourth, what about you?"
"Here, I am the one who is least qualified to be afraid." Qi Chu's face was slightly apologetic. "Brothers, take care."
Yu Runsheng didn't ask the other three people any more.He knew they had never had any fear of the slaughterhouse.
"Okay. The third child is going on the road." Yu Runsheng turned his face to Ge Yuansheng, stretched out his hand to straighten his red hair that was messed up by the autumn wind, and then took the palm that was used to hold "killing grass". "The next time our six brothers gather again, it will be the time to celebrate our victory in Piaocheng."
The other four also folded their palms and clenched them tightly.Although Yu Runsheng said so, they all knew that this was not a guarantee of survival.However, without this belief, the possibility of death will be even greater.
"Boss, why is it called 'Dashutang'?" Long Bai asked.
"It was suggested by the fifth child. You ask him."
Sickle's eyes became confused. "I don't know why...I used to dream of a forest...a glowing forest...and I saw it every time I killed people...and then I suddenly remembered the name..."
"It's a good name." Qi Chu said.
"Yeah. Those who can't read are easy to remember." Long Bai also nodded.
Ge Yuansheng suddenly withdrew his hand.He clenched his fist and shook it at his brothers, then patted the "Killing Grass" on his belt, then turned and walked in the direction of Piaocheng.
The five of them didn't speak any more, and watched Ge Yuansheng's back go away.They're not too worried.Ge Yuansheng is a man who doesn't need to worry about others, just like no one will worry about the danger of a knife.
Among them, only Yu Runsheng was in a more complicated mood.The sense of powerlessness was unfamiliar to him, but he really couldn't think of how to deal with Ge Yuansheng in the future.He only knew that the power haunting Ge Yuansheng now was uncontrollable.This power is of great help in battle; but what about after victory? ...
"Third brother, you have no choice." Old Yu Bo's words were filled with white smoke, which spit out from his dry lips. "Miss this opportunity, and you'll regret it to death—and that won't be for long." The third master of Fengfeng paced back and forth in the study of his private residence, looking at the old Yu Bo who was leisurely smoking a cigarette, and at the black dog with a dignified expression and folded arms.The sudden and secret visit of the two sworn brothers in the middle of the night already made him feel ominous.The conversation only confirmed that his hunch was correct. "How do you know that Boss Zhu really knows about our... plans back then?" "You should be as familiar with Zhu Ya as I am." Old Yu Bo said. "Maybe he doesn't know. But are you betting your life on that 'maybe'?" "But what about 'Feng Yilong'? Those Yankees are still watching Dai Town, if we let them know that something happened to us..." Feng Feng hid his one-eyed eye in his palm. "What 'Feng Yilong' wants is just a channel to transport salt." Black Dog said. "After we're done, we'll make peace with Pang Wenying immediately." "If you do this, what will the people in Piaocheng and the disciples below say about us?" "Third brother, don't you understand?" Old Yu Bo patted out the burnt ash in the pipe.The ashes fell to the ground and shattered immediately. "Fame is stuffed with power and gold and silver. It is enough for us to hold these two things." The hair dryer didn't ask again.He thought hard.A few years ago, he had indeed conspired with old Yu Bo, Yin Qi, and Heigou to overthrow Zhu Ya, but it was shelved because of "Feng Yilong"'s invasion of Piaocheng.This is an indelible fact.Feng Feng originally thought that this matter was no longer important—of course he did not forget it naively, but wanted to procrastinate until Zhu Ya, old Yu Bo, or himself died of old age...but what was going to happen would happen after all.In war there can be a neutral side, in mutiny there can never be.Old Yu Bo was right.Hair dryer is no longer an option. When old Yu Bo and Heigou saw the sudden murderous look on Fengfeng's face, they knew that the lobbying had succeeded.
"Third brother, you have no choice." Old Yu Bo's words were filled with white smoke, which spit out from his dry lips. "Miss this opportunity, and you'll regret it to death—and that won't be for long." The third master of Fengfeng paced back and forth in the study of his private residence, looking at the old Yu Bo who was leisurely smoking a cigarette, and at the black dog with a dignified expression and folded arms.The sudden and secret visit of the two sworn brothers in the middle of the night already made him feel ominous.The conversation only confirmed that his hunch was correct. "How do you know that Boss Zhu really knows about our... plans back then?" "You should be as familiar with Zhu Ya as I am." Old Yu Bo said. "Maybe he doesn't know. But are you betting your life on that 'maybe'?" "But what about 'Feng Yilong'? Those Yankees are still watching Dai Town, if we let them know that something happened to us..." Feng Feng hid his one-eyed eye in his palm. "What 'Feng Yilong' wants is just a channel to transport salt." Black Dog said. "After we're done, we'll make peace with Pang Wenying immediately." "If you do this, what will the people in Piaocheng and the disciples below say about us?" "Third brother, don't you understand?" Old Yu Bo patted out the burnt ash in the pipe.The ashes fell to the ground and shattered immediately. "Fame is stuffed with power and gold and silver. It is enough for us to hold these two things." The hair dryer didn't ask again.He thought hard.A few years ago, he had indeed conspired with old Yu Bo, Yin Qi, and Heigou to overthrow Zhu Ya, but it was shelved because of "Feng Yilong"'s invasion of Piaocheng.This is an indelible fact.Feng Feng originally thought that this matter was no longer important—of course he did not forget it naively, but wanted to procrastinate until Zhu Ya, old Yu Bo, or himself died of old age...but what was going to happen would happen after all.In war there can be a neutral side, in mutiny there can never be.Old Yu Bo was right.Hair dryer is no longer an option. When old Yu Bo and Heigou saw the sudden murderous look on Fengfeng's face, they knew that the lobbying had succeeded.