Chapter 14 The Thirteenth Magic Eye

The tent was still brightly lit. The sword that was fatal and pierced through the heart still remained on Tang Lin's body. The sharp sword is as bright as eyes. The dream eyes of a girl in first love, the cat eyes waiting to catch mice in the dark, the tiger eyes waiting to eat someone when hungry, the eagle eyes when they are about to snatch, the ghost eyes in nightmares. If you can imagine what kind of light these kinds of eyes are mixed together, then you can imagine the light of this sword. The ground also shone with light. It's not the light of the sword, but an ambiguous, gloomy, unpredictable, flickering cold light.

The ones that emitted this flash were thirteen flower-like iron objects. Most of the people who were summoned just now have returned, and many of them have good eyesight. But although they could see what was shining, they could not see its shape. It is inevitable that some people want to pick up one to have a look, to see clearly. The hunchback suddenly shouted: "Don't touch it, don't touch it." It's a pity that he was a bit late in speaking, someone had already picked up one. As soon as he picked it up, his pupils suddenly dilated after only one glance.His face had already begun to change color, turning into an ambiguous, gloomy dead gray, and at the same time, a mysterious and strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone was watching this change in surprise, but he himself didn't seem to feel it at all. He was still asking, "What do you see me doing?" There are only seven words in this sentence, after saying these seven words, his face is completely distorted, his body is like a body that has been emptied suddenly, shrinking and falling down. When he fell down, his face was already black, dead black, but that weird smile still remained on his face. He's dead, but he doesn't seem to know he's dead. He still seemed to be enjoying it. Others have chills all over their bodies, from the tip of their noses to their hearts, and from their hearts to the soles of their feet.

Some well-informed people have already seen that he was poisoned, but they still didn't expect that he would be poisoned just by picking up something with his hands, and the poison would happen so quickly. Only a few people knew that the thing he picked up was the hidden poison weapon of the Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan, which shocked the world and made heroes all over the world fearful. Xiao Fang knew more than anyone else. Not only did he know the horror of this hidden weapon, he also knew the origin of this sword. "This is the magic eye." The hunchback pulled out the sword from the corpse. There was not a single drop of blood left on the sword edge. There was only one flaw on the sword edge, which was as bright as autumn water, which looked like an eye.

"Magic eye!" Someone couldn't help asking, "What is a magic eye?" "The name of this sword is Magic Eye, and it is one of the sharpest seven-handed swords in the world today." Famous swords are like precious jade, which should not have flaws. This sword is an exception, and this flaw only adds to the horror and mystery of this sword. The hunchback caressed the edge of the sword, and there was a gleam of light in his one-eyed eyes. "Although Tang Lin is a descendant of the Tang Sect in central Sichuan, he is one of the few masters in the Tang family. Not only is his attack fast and accurate, but he has also practiced Emei's Immortal Ape Sword."

Tang Lin used a soft sword, usually worn around his waist like a belt, and his speed of drawing the sword was as fast as his hidden weapon. His hands are often hanging by his waist, as long as he moves his hands, the soft sword on his waist will stab out like a poisonous snake. But this time he didn't even draw out his sword, the opponent's sword had already passed through his heart. This sword is too ruthless and too fast! They knew each other well, and they all knew that no one in this team could use such sharp and swift sword skills. They had never seen the sword before either.

Who is the murderer?Whose sword is it? The hunchback suddenly turned his head and stared at Xiao Fang. "I think you must have heard about the origin of this sword." "I've heard of it." Xiao Fang admitted. "Has this sword fallen into the hands of a young swordsman surnamed Fang?" "yes." "Is this person surnamed Fang called Fang Wei?" "yes." The light in the hunchback's one eye suddenly shrank, becoming like a needle, a thorn, and he asked word by word: "Are you Fang Wei?" Xiao Fang said, "I am."

After saying this sentence, everyone's pupils have shrunk, their heartbeats have accelerated, and cold sweat has broken out from their palms. The tent was immediately full of murderous intent! Xiao Fang still remained calm. "This sword is mine. I have never been slow in my strikes. It is not difficult to kill Tang Lin." His heart was beating fast, and a few hands covered in cold sweat had already quietly grasped the weapon. Xiao Fang didn't seem to see it, and continued calmly: "It's just that if I really killed Tang Lin this time, why would I keep this sword? Am I a lunatic? Am I afraid that others will not know that I killed Tang Lin?" him?"

He sighed: "It's not easy for me to get this sword. I will never leave it to others, no matter whether that person is dead or alive." The hunchback suddenly said loudly: "It makes sense." His eyes had turned away from Xiaofang's face, and he slowly glanced over the faces of his subordinates. "If you had such a sword, would you keep it after killing someone?" No one would do such a thing, not even a novice murderer so careless and stupid. The hand that had already clenched the weapon loosened again. Xiao Fang couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that the hunchback was not only sensible, but also seemed to be on his side all the time, secretly protecting him.

The hunchback said again: "But the murderer will never be someone from our team. No one here can kill Tang Lin at once, and no one can take this sword from your hand." Xiao Fang smiled wryly, and said, "I haven't seen this sword for two or three days. You should remember that when you first saw me, this sword wasn't in my hand." The hunchback immediately asked, "Why isn't it in your hands? Whose hands is it in?" Xiao Fang didn't answer. He thought of Wei Tianpeng, thought of Mercury, thought of that terrifying unknown swordsman. He even thought of Bu Ying.

Each of them may be the murderer of Tang Lin, but it is unlikely. In this empty desert where there is almost no cover at all, no matter who wants to sneak into this tent, kill someone and then sneak away, it is impossible. He also believed in the ability of this group of people.There's no way they couldn't fail to check if someone was walking around. Unless the murderer has already mixed into the team, and completely unnoticed. But everyone in this team is very familiar with each other, and it seems absolutely impossible for others to get in. Xiao Fang couldn't explain these things, so he had to keep his mouth shut! The hunchback didn't ask any further questions, but only told him: "Until the murderer is found out, you still can't leave, and you can't take this sword away either." Xiao Fangke sighed: "Before the murderer is found out, even if someone drives me away, I will not leave." He spoke the truth. Even he himself felt that the sudden death of these people had something to do with him. He also wanted to find out who the murderer was. The hunchback gave orders again: "If we don't leave tomorrow, no one can leave the team. Men under the age of thirty-five, no matter whether they have practiced martial arts or not, must join the guards." He also sighed suddenly: "Fortunately, Panchabana will definitely be back tomorrow." The long night is coming to an end, and there is already a red dawn in the tent. Bowa was still curled up there as before, covering her head with a blanket. This time she really fell asleep and slept soundly. No matter how terrible an event a man has been through, it is always tender and comforting to find such a woman waiting for him when he comes back. Xiao Fang sat down, wanted to lift the blanket to look at her, but was afraid of waking her up, but couldn't help stretching out his hand. At this moment, Gada suddenly slipped into his tent like a gopher, holding a pair of calfskin boots with strange styles and exquisite handwork in his hands. His expression seemed tense and cautious, he knelt down suddenly, and offered the pair of leather boots to Xiao Fang with both hands. "This is the kabatha," he said. "I only have this pair of kabathas, just like you have only one magic eye." Although Xiao Fang couldn't understand the word "Kabasha", he guessed that it was the boots that Jia Da was talking about. Although he doesn’t know much about Tibetan folk customs, he doesn’t know that Tibetans value their feet the most. If you want to see Tibetans’ wealth from their attire, the easiest way is to look at the boots they wear. The disparity between high and low is by no means what outsiders can imagine. Although Xiaofang didn't know that "Kabasha" is the most expensive kind of boots worn by Tibetans, even in Persia, he can see that Kadba attaches great importance to these boots, and even bought them The boots are comparable to the famous sword that deters the rivers and lakes. Gadda went on to say: "I haven't worn this pair of kabashas. My feet are smelly and sweaty. I don't deserve to wear them, but I would never leave them to others, but I dedicate them to you now." "Why?" Of course Xiao Fang wanted to ask, "I wouldn't dedicate the magic eyes to you, why did you dedicate these kabashas to me." "Because you're going, you're going to go a long, long way, and you're going to go very, very fast, and you need a good pair of boots to protect your feet." "Why should I go?" "Because Panchapa is coming back." Gada said, "Others doubt you, but they dare not touch you. They are all afraid of you, and they are terribly afraid of you." Gada wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "But Banchapa is not afraid. Banchapa is not afraid of anyone. Once Panchapa comes back, you will die like Masha." His voice was already trembling with fear; why should a warrior like him be so afraid of a man? Xiao Fang couldn't help but ask again: "Panchabana, he..." Before he could finish his sentence, Bowa woke up suddenly, got out of the blanket, and looked at him in surprise: "You just said four words, what are you talking about?" "Pan Chabana." Xiao Fang said, "I was just about to ask my friend what kind of person Panchabana is." Bowa's body suddenly began to tremble, and it seemed that she was even more frightened than Gada. She suddenly hugged Xiao Fang tightly. "Panchabana is coming, you must go fast, go fast." "why?" "Do you know who the first warrior under Mount Everest is? Have you ever heard of the Five-Flower Arrow God?" Bowa's voice was hoarse: "Ban Chaba is the Five-Flower Arrow God."