Chapter 9 The Eighth Round of Beheading the Red Imp

In the most secretive depression of the Kunlun Mountains, in that ancient white stone house hidden among gray and white rocks, a strange thing undoubtedly happened today. Because of this big house that no one visits normally, five people actually walked in around midnight tonight. The first person is as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, at least two feet taller than ordinary people. I'm afraid a person will never see a person as tall as him in his life. He also held a green bamboo pole in his hand, which was four feet longer than his own, with a few green bamboo leaves on the tip. His clothes, green bamboo and bamboo leaves in his hands are all emerald green, even his face is emerald green, as if wearing a emerald green human skin mask.

For such a person, his actions should be very rigid. No one would find it strange if his actions were like zombies. The strange thing is that his movements are very sensitive and soft. --soft?What does it mean to be soft in action? His person was still twenty feet away, but his waist swayed slightly, as if Liusi was blown by the wind, and then, in an instant, his person had arrived in front of the big house of Baishi. The big house is silent, like a prehistoric beast that has been sitting here since ancient times. The man in the bamboo shirt tapped the stone steps in front of the door with the green bamboo in his hand, and made seven beeps, "Duk, duk, duk, duk". A certain mysterious communication center in the big house.

Then the two huge stone doors started to move slowly, sliding a line. A gust of wind blew, and the man in the bamboo shirt suddenly disappeared behind the door, and the stone door closed again, as if it had never been opened. Then the second person came. The second person was wearing a red red shirt. He was petite and lithe, with two big shiny braids and a plum blossom in his hand, which was bright and green, as if it had just been plucked from a branch. ——Now it’s just autumn, where do the plum blossoms come from? Such a little girl should be very flexible and beautiful, but she jumped like a zombie, even more clumsy and stiff than a zombie.

When she arrived in front of the Baishi big house, she had just jumped up, clasped the middle finger with the thumb of her left hand, and flicked lightly on the plum branch in her right hand, and the five petals on the plum blossom flew out in a whirl, into the big house, into the mountain mist, It was gone in a blink of an eye.At this time, her person was no longer visible. There is actually fog in the mountains, thick fog. After a while, another sedan chair appeared in the thick fog, a gray-white sedan chair, like the kind of sedan chair made of paper to be cremated for the dead, as if it was blown up by the mountain wind.

But someone was carrying the sedan chair again.It's just that the person who carried the sedan chair seemed to be blown up by the wind. Both the people and the sedan chair are gray and white, both seem to be made of paper, and they seem to have melted into the mist, and they have merged with the mist into another kind of mist. When they reached the White Stone House, they suddenly stopped. —Pause in half space. Then there was a voice like a ghost crying from inside the sedan chair: "I have found you, you can't escape anymore, give me my life now, give me my life now."

In that simple, pure white room, the man in a white cotton robe who looked like an ascetic monk from a foreign land was flipping through a file. This dossier is undoubtedly part of Operation Moth, and it is the most important part of this operation. Because there are only two words marked on the file: "Moth". These two words represent a person. This person is the moth of this "moth operation", the bait of a fisherman. Lin Huanen, male, 21 years old. Father, Lyndon.dead. (Pi, Lin Deng, a native of Putian, Fujian, a disciple of the Nanzong sect of Shaolin, a wealthy man, with vast hectares of tea mountains, trading with Persia, his family is very rich, he went to Fusang for seven years, according to rumors, he has obtained the true biography of "Xinyin", died A year ago, at the age of forty-nine.)

Mother, Murong Siliu. (Pi, Murong Yiqingmei, Murong Qingchenggu. Died.) Sister, Lin Huanyu. (Pi, and Lin Huanen are twin siblings, terminally ill, fostered in Jiangnan Murong Mansion, because it has been said since ancient times that twin children must be raised in separate lands and houses. Died.) The following is Lyndon's opinion of his son, drawn from a very intimate relationship, and definitely from Lyndon himself. "Huan En is smart, extremely smart, he can write at the age of three, and he can write a Diamond Sutra at the age of seven. I dare not teach him martial arts. People who are too smart will die early, but my friends in the world have many masters. As long as they live in my house for a few days, Huan En will learn the essence of their martial arts, but it's a pity that he suddenly..."

Here is what Murong Siliu had to say about her son: "Huan En is a poor child, because he was destined to be sacrificed since he was a child, because our family owes the Murong family a favor, and we have decided to use this child to repay the Murong family's favor. Will definitely come forward." Sure enough, the Murong family was in trouble, and Huan En could have solved it for them, but it's a pity... Here's what his older sister Lin Huanyu thinks of him: "Although Huan En is my direct brother, it can be seen that there are not many opportunities for us to meet in this life, and we will soon say goodbye. I believe that we are all kind people, and we have never had any disgusting or evil deeds in our lives. Even if we did something wrong in the previous life, God must punish us, and the cruel deeds done to me are enough, why should he be so cruel to him? Let him never enjoy the freedom of life again?"

The following is the diagnosis given to him by Ye Liangshi, a well-known doctor in the south of the Yangtze River who has a very close relationship with their family: The blood and meridians of the whole body are chaotic, and the functions are out of control. They can neither act violently nor be stimulated, otherwise they will die without salvation. The ascetic monk in the gray robe slowly covered the file with one hand, and his hand, like the rest of his body, was also hidden in his wide gray robe. He didn't know how many times he had read these materials, but this time he still read them very carefully.

He has always been a very careful person, and he will never allow any mistakes or negligence in what they do. He had very strict requirements on himself and his subordinates, but at this moment he still couldn't help sighing softly, as if he was already satisfied with himself. At this time, the green-robed man who was like a green bamboo pole had already walked in like a wicker, and sat gently on a large stone chair. The posture he sat down was reminiscent of a cat. The little red ghost with red plums also jumped up and jumped into another chair, but he still stood upright on the chair and didn't sit down.

All the joints in her whole body seemed to be stiff, unable to turn or bend at all. The ascetic monk didn't raise his head or look at them, but said coldly, "You shouldn't come, why did you come?" "Why can't I come?" If anyone else was in the room, they would have been surprised to hear that. The seven words in this sentence are not surprising at all, and the voice of the person who said this sentence is not surprising at all. ——Fear, threat, coercion, spikes, these tones that might surprise people, are completely absent in this voice. In fact, this man had a much better speaking voice than most people in this world.Not only is it crisp and beautiful, but it also has an indescribably sweet tenderness. That's what's surprising. Of the three people in this room now, none of them should speak like this, but they did. That green-robed man with a face as green as moss and a body as stiff as an ancient corpse, who seemed lifeless at all, actually asked the ascetic with such a sweet and gentle voice. "You said I shouldn't come, is it because I brought people who shouldn't come?" "yes." "I know too." The green-robed man's voice was as soft as a virgin's first love, "If it wasn't for me, those people in the paper-making shop would never have found this place." "yes." "That's why I have to come." "why?" "If I don't come, how can they find this place? If they don't come, how can they die here?" The man in green robe said: "With you here, how can they come back alive?" "Whether they can go back alive has nothing to do with whether I am here or not." "Then who is it related to?" the green-robed man asked. "you." The fakir's voice is always emotionless, unaltered by any emotion, unexcited by any event, not only emotionless, but even seemingly devoid of thought. He just told the green-robed man coldly: "Whether they can go back alive or not has nothing to do with you, because you brought them here." It was midnight at this time, and the night in the distance was like a fairy pouring a pot of ink on a piece of rice paper carefully crafted by the last king and grandson. Hanging in the distant night. Hanging in the night, it looks like a ghost picture of Wu Daozi, so real, so weird, and so beautiful. "Yes." The green-robed man's voice was still unusual: "I brought them here, so of course I should send them away." He stood up. The way he stood up was like a flower suddenly growing out of the soil in a certain fairyland. — so real, so beautiful, and so mysterious. But when he was not moving, he was still the same person, cold, green and stiff. When this person moves and does not move, it seems to be two completely different people. But the most amazing thing about this person is far more amazing than this. People and sedan chairs are still in the air. Even if a person is really made of paper, it is impossible to hang in the air out of thin air. Even a fallen leaf as light as a fallen leaf cannot suddenly stop and hang in the air. But this sedan chair and the two people are indeed like this. ——There are many things like this in this world, and many impossible things have happened. The sedan chair and the two people turned into a ball of fire in an instant. The fire starts from the green bamboo pole. The man in green twisted his waist, and he was outside the house, stretching out the green bamboo pole in his hand to the dark night sky.It's like a green witch casting some kind of evil curse on the sky. Then the lifeless bamboo pole seemed to have suddenly gained life from some kind of magical source, and suddenly began to twist and tremble continuously, as if it had become a poisonous snake suffering in hell. Then it brought the flames of hell. Suddenly, a dark green flame flashed in the darkness, forming a beam of light on the top of the green bamboo pole. The poisonous snake twisted again, and the light beam spit out like a snake letter, and shot at the person and the sedan chair hanging in the night sky like lightning. ——So the sedan chair and the two people turned into a cloud of ashes in that instant. The fire burned extremely fast, burning half the sky red in an instant. ——The two people and the sedan chair were really made of paper.But how could the paper sedan chair follow a person from thousands of miles away and fly into this gloomy and mysterious stone house? ——If there was no one in the sedan chair, why would there be such a shrill scream? The burning flame suddenly changed from one mass to one mass, stretching in five directions respectively, forming five pillars of fire. The flame changed again, and the five pillars of fire suddenly turned into a hand, a huge hand, grabbing at the man in green from mid-air. The flames carried the sound of the wind, and the sound of the wind whistled like a cracking silk, and the flames reflected the face of the green-robed man into a dark green color. His person seemed to be on fire too. As long as this huge fire hand digs down again, his body and soul will be burned to ashes, his body and spirit will be destroyed, and there will be no redemption. Under such circumstances, it seems that there is no power in this world that can stop the fireman, and no one can save him. In the stone house, there seemed to be flames flickering in the ascetic monk's eyes. He suddenly discovered that behind this huge fire hand, there was a figure clinging to it. A ghostly black figure. This person's hands, feet, limbs, and every joint seem to be able to twist and dance in any direction at will. He was constantly moving, and his movements were so mysterious and weird that they had surpassed the limit of human ability. ——No "person" can surpass the limit of human beings, why can this person?Isn't he human? The ascetic sneered. He fully understands this person's martial arts and origin, no one in this world can hide him, and neither can this person. He also knows far more than most people. He knew that a batch of Ugin's silk had flowed into Middle-earth from the Persian palace. This kind of silk is not only elastic and tough, but also hard to break. There is a very clever person in the martial arts, got these golden threads, and used them to create a very strange martial arts. He first hangs himself with these gold wires. The other end of the gold wire has a nail hook, which is hooked to the ridges, walls, eaves, trees, towers, piles and any place that can be attached. Gold wire hangs.Like a puppet being manipulated with strings. The only difference is that the power to manipulate him is issued by himself. When his body moves, it drives the gold wire, and the elasticity and tenacity of the gold wire drives his movement. The power of countless gold wires restrains each other, the old force stimulates the new force, and the new force drives the old force, and circulates each other , endlessly. ——The mystery of this power is like a sophisticated and complicated machine. The magnitude of this kind of power is also unimaginable. Only this kind of power can make a person perform that kind of transcendent action. Once you understand this, you will naturally understand why the sedan chair can stand in the air. ——The paper sedan chair and the two paper figurines were originally attached to this person.This person was already "sitting" in the sedan chair. The weird movements inspired terrifying power, making his movements look even more weird and terrifying. The huge palm of fire was driven and manipulated by him, and with the raging fire and howling wind, it went straight to the man in green. After the wind and fire, there is still that ghostly figure. Even if the man in green can avoid the fire, he cannot avoid the fatal blow of the black figure. The wind was shrill, the flames flickered, and the evil spirits attacked. At this moment, even the sky and the earth seemed to change color. The eyes of that red kid in the red shirt were shining, and his whole body was tense with excitement. He likes to watch people kill people. Wouldn't it be more fun to see a person being burned alive. It's a pity that he didn't see it this time, but he saw something more fun than burning a living person. The palm of the fire slapped, the body of the man in green suddenly spun gently like a snake, and the green robe on his body suddenly fell off in the twirl. —Maybe it wasn't the robe that fell off him, but his body slipped out of it. His body was as smooth as silk. He raised his hand, and the robe flew up, like a green water cloud, blocking the fire. The water cloud rolled back, and then flew towards the evil ghost-like black figure, rolling the raging fire towards that person as well. The little red ghost stood on the chair and watched, his eyeballs seemed to fall off. What he was watching with his eyes was not the fiery clouds swirling in mid-air, changing suddenly and incomparably magnificently, nor was it the soul-stirring move that reversed life and death. Of course he would never look at the rising full moon in the distance. His eyes were on a human being, someone who had just emerged from a green robe. a woman. A woman who can only be imagined by concentrating all the thoughts and fantasies of human beings. She was tall, very tall, so tall that most men would have to look up to see her face. For men, although this height is a kind of pressure, it can satisfy some of the most secret desires and vanity in a man's heart. —a vain desire bordering on abuse. Her legs are very long, very long, and the height of many people may only reach her waist. Her waist is slender and soft, but full of elasticity. Her arms are round, and her legs are also round, a kind of roundness that can most arouse a man's emotions.Round, slender, strong, and full, it gives people a sense of fullness that will burst at any time. —she is completely naked. Every inch of her body is full of elasticity, and every muscle is jumping with the movements of her body. A kind of blood-pulling pulse that can even make men's blood vessels burst. The little red ghost hadn't seen her breasts, her face, or even her black hair. He kept looking at her legs. Ever since he saw these legs for the first time, he couldn't bear to take his eyes away half an inch. Until he heard the ascetic monk ask him coldly: "What are you doing here this time?" At this time, the black figure of the demon was flying in the air, and there was a sea of ​​fire below. ——A sea of ​​fire formed by the convergence of flames as dense as a spider's web. The green cloud rolls back, and the fire palm rolls back, his body suddenly shrinks, and then relaxes, and at that moment that cannot be fired, a missile flies from the opponent's deadly counterattack. ——Using the rebound force caused by the characteristics of the black gold silk, it bounced four feet between the contraction and relaxation of the body. This is his lifetime stunt. The fire will disappear in an instant, and he has gained new power in this leap. As soon as the flame is extinguished, he can immediately start fighting, from a position that outsiders can never expect, with a movement that others can never do , Killing the opponent in an instant. ——The cobweb-like black gold threads have been tangled into a very complicated situation at this moment, and the power that seems to be generated is also complicated, and the movements driven by this power are of course more weird and complicated. So even though he couldn't succeed in one blow, the opportunity was not lost. He was still full of confidence in himself, because he never thought that there was a person in the stone house who knew everything about him. Ugins is invisible in the dark, nor in the flickering flames. Only this person knows it exists, and knows where it is. ——The ascetic monk has slowly taken out a pure steel pump from the big cabinet behind him. This is one of his thirteen pumps in a row, and what comes out of the pump is a golden mist. The water mist came out through the window, sprayed on those invisible but real black gold threads, and stuck to them. The fire cloud rolled over, although the black gold thread could not be burned, the thousands of mist beads that were not known to be oil or water adhering to the black gold thread burned up and turned into a sea of ​​flames. The man in black who took the lead suddenly found himself in a sea of ​​flames. But he didn't panic, let alone panic. He is not afraid of fire, and the black tights and black mask he wears can prevent fire. His lightness kung fu is absolutely top-notch. If Chu Xiangshuai, who is famous all over the world, is still alive, he may not be able to beat him. When necessary, he can also untie the silk netting around him, and fly away as a crane. He is leaving, who can catch up? But in the eyes of the ascetic monk, this person seems to be a dead person.He didn't even look at him anymore, but asked the little red ghost coldly. "What are you doing here this time?" The little red ghost suddenly laughed, not only laughing, but also jumping and beckoning. This red-shirted kid with extremely weird actions and expressions actually smiled, danced and waved his hands and began to sing a nursery rhyme. "Bang, bang, bang, please open the door." "Who are you?" "I'm little brother Ding." "What are you doing here?" "I'll borrow a knife." "What are you borrowing a knife for?" "Splitting bamboo." "What are you doing splitting bamboo?" "Make a steamer." "What are you doing as a steamer?" "Steam the head." "What's the purpose of steaming people's heads?" "Give it to mom as a snack." He asked and answered by himself, and sang this nursery rhyme, and he sang it very happily. The ascetic monk actually listened to him singing, and asked after he finished singing: "Didn't you come this time to know the result of this operation in a hurry?" "of course not." "You also don't want to know about Chu Liuxiang's life or death?" "Of course I want to know, but I already knew." "What do you know?" The little red devil laughed, danced, clapped his hands and sang nursery rhymes! When "Operation Moth" started, Chu Liuxiang was already dead. If he doesn't come, he's already dead. He comes, or dies. The ascetic's figure, face, and those eyes are all hidden in the shadow that the light cannot reach. "Then you are here this time, or are you waiting to beheaded?" "yes." "There is already a head to cut off, why don't you go quickly?" "Whose head?" "The head you wanted to cut off a long time ago." "The bastard's head can be cut off now?" "OK." The little red ghost grinned and waved his arms, as if raising his hands to surrender. But his smiling eyes were suddenly full of murderous intent, and he didn't even look like he was about to surrender. At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came out of his red shirt and red trousers, like the sound of a large ice bar suddenly cracking. Then there was another bang, and a large amount of shattered ice and iron fell out of his sleeves and trousers. Although the face and eyes of the ascetic monk have been hidden in places where the light cannot reach, the astonished expression on his face can still be imagined. The battle between the woman in green and the man in black may end at any moment, but both of them showed their unique skills in life, attacked with unexpected moves, turned the world around, and turned their opponents to death. Leaping in the middle of the fire, fighting in the air, these are not big learnings, what is important is that in this chaotic battle, the winner and loser may change positions at any time. Under such a dangerous situation, only calmness can Survive. Of course the ascetic monk knew the importance of this point. Just now he was a bystander, but now, he seems to have been pushed into a whirlpool. In the moment of facing life and death, staying the same may be the way to deal with the ever-changing. The red kid's nursery rhyme, recalling it now, can't help but make people feel a little creepy, "Make a steamer, steam people's heads, give it to my mother, as a snack..." The woman in green, the man in black, or the ascetic monk, which one is the real target of his trip? The kid in red raised his hands high, still in a gesture of surrender, and things like shattered ice and iron continued to slip down from his sleeves and trousers... Then this person, who seemed to have been frozen all over, suddenly "lived" at this moment. ——It turned out that the joints of his limbs were usually clamped with iron plates. So usually his actions are always stiff like a zombie, and he can't even sit down. People in the rivers and lakes have never heard of him in the rivers and lakes. Those who can see him, even if they are not dead, are almost dead. The moment he saw him, his head was covered by him Cut it off and hold it in your hand. Therefore, there will be no more than ten people who know his secret. But everyone can probably imagine, if such a person breaks the iron plate used to restrain himself, how light, swift, cunning and sensitive his actions will become? The iron plate shattered, and the person flew away. In an instant, he turned into a ghostly elf that leaps and changes without direction. The body of the black figure soaring over the flames suddenly became dull. He is not afraid of fire, but he is afraid of smoke. The fireworks burning on the Wujin silk carried a very strange aura. He suddenly felt dizzy. Then he saw a leg kicking towards him from the fireworks, a slender, straight, round and strong leg, barefoot, slender ankle, and soft curves. The toes are long and beautiful. In a given situation, such a pair of women's feet are often the most emotionally arousing in a man.Sometimes even more deadly than one or two other more important parts. Experienced men understand this. He is an experienced man, he has experience in killing people, and he is also very experienced in killing women. But at this moment, he already realized that this beautiful foot would really kill him. At this moment, a ghostly figure flew across, like a little red ghost. "Here comes the head-cutting brat." Everyone run quickly. If you can't escape, The head is hard to keep. Head-beheading brat, who specializes in beheading people. At the moment when a person was about to die, suddenly a child in red clothes and red trousers appeared, took a knife, grabbed the person's hair bun, cut it off, and ran with his head up, coming and going suddenly, Fast as a ghost. Who is this kid? no one knows. Why did this child cut off someone's head, and where did he go with his head? No one knows either. However, everyone can probably imagine how mysterious and treacherous this is, and it even has a bloody romance. The most romantic and legendary point is that he would never cut off a celebrity's head if it wasn't for it. If you are not a celebrity, if you know that you are going to die, if you know that there is such a little devil who only cuts heads in this world, even if you bring eight million taels of gold, you run to him, kneel on the ground and beg him to save you When he cuts off your head at that moment on the day of death, he will not pay attention to you, and he will not even touch your hair. If you're not a celebrity, it's much harder to ask him to cut your head than it is to ask him not to. But if he must cut off your head, he will be waiting all the time. Waiting for you to die. He has absolutely no enmity with you, neither wants to kill you nor wants you to die, but he will wait for you to die. If you die unfortunately, no matter how you die, no matter where you die, and no matter when you die, as soon as you die, he will appear. As soon as he appears, his head-cutting knife will be in your throat, and it will be cut in one stroke, and it will definitely cut into the bone seam of your back neck.Cutting off your head with one knife, even the most experienced executioner in the hall of the Ministry of Criminal Justice would not be more accurate than him, and then he raised his head and ran away without a trace. This situation has happened many times, and no one can guess why he waited so hard to cut off a dead man's head? But there is one thing that anyone with a little imagination can imagine. In this world, there must be a very secret place where many heads are hidden, each of which is the head of a famous person. Some people collect famous utensils, famous paintings, famous porcelain and famous swords, and some people like famous celebrities, famous flowers, famous chefs and famous wines. The former emphasizes value, while the latter emphasizes taste. But there is another kind of people in this world who like to collect heads of celebrities. Fortunately, there is only one such person. The peerless famous flower is dead, but he is just a dead person, and the peerless famous hero is also dead, and he is also a dead person. All the dead are the same. Same goes for dead heads!Neither worth nor taste.But for this person, it is the greatest pleasure and the greatest goal in his life. No one knows how many heads he has beheaded, but everyone knows that when he goes to decapitate a man, no one or anything ever stops him. When he shot, in an instant, the head was cut off. Only this time. This time, before cutting off his head, he actually did another thing first, something that no one would have thought he would do. No one would have imagined that this head-cutting kid would consider this matter more important than beheading. The long legs kicked out, every muscle on the legs was jumping, others could see it, and she could see it too. She often treats such things as a kind of enjoyment. Facing a full-length mirror that was specially shipped from the Persian palace, watching the movement of her muscles was already her only enjoyment. ——Why is it the Persian palace again?Why does everyone and everything seem to have something to do with the Persian palace? A woman so tall, so beautiful, so attractive, most men will collapse as soon as they see her, and they dare not even touch her. What else can she ask for besides giving herself a little enjoyment? Unexpectedly, there was an exception this time. She never thought that there would be a man half her height who would hug her like he loved her to death. What was even more unexpected was that this man would actually be a beheaded brat. The head-beheading kid didn't cut his head first. The long leg was kicked out, the little ghost flew up, twisted and twisted in the air, suddenly opened his arms, and hugged her waist all at once. The actions of this little devil were as if a little devil who hadn't had milk for a few days suddenly saw his mother. ——It doesn’t have to be a mother, as long as there is milk. This kid acted like he hadn't seen a woman for three hundred years, or even a ewe. This brat acted like a nympho. Kicking out the long legs, he suddenly hugged her waist and bit her thigh hard. ——This brat bites really hard. The strange thing is that she didn't even have a painful expression on her face, and she didn't even scream. She just felt dizzy for a while, a trance-like dizziness, as if she was facing that mirror. After the dizziness passed, the head-cut kid in red couldn't even see his shadow.All I saw in the night sky seemed to be a string of blood flowers flashing and disappearing on the flames. A man in black fell heavily to the ground. Of course, this man had no head. Where did this beheaded kid hide with his head? This question is still unanswered. Undoubtedly, there is undoubtedly another head of a martial arts celebrity in his collection. A sandalwood box, a little lime, seventeen medicines, and a human head were put into it. The person's name is engraved on the wooden box. In this place, there are 133 sandalwood boxes like this until today. Where is this place?Of course no one knows.