Chapter 13 The Thirteenth Silent Funeral

April eighteenth, night. While Yuan Bao was enjoying exquisite food and wine in Boss Tang’s luxurious house, Xiao Jun was also eating, at a small roadside stall with only one dimly lit lamp, eating a bowl of scrambled green onion, lard and two eggs. rice. Everyone has to eat, whether he wants to or not, because if he doesn't eat he will die. There are many things in this world like this, whether you want to do it or not. Xiao Jun has never paid much attention to food, he eats whatever he can eat, most of the time he doesn't know what it tastes like, sometimes he doesn't even know what he is eating.

Because he is different from most people in this world, other people's mouths are moving, but their brains are rarely moving. Xiao Jun is different. He always thinks of many things and many questions when he is eating, and what he is thinking at this moment is a very strange question. He kept thinking: "Why am I not dead yet?" Since last night, he has been thinking about this question, because he should really be dead. At the moment when the palace lanterns in Ruyi Gambling House were completely extinguished for the second time, he already had an extra one foot and three inches long dagger in his hand, made by a famous craftsman to imitate "Yuzang" with refined iron.

At that moment, his man had already flown one foot and three feet horizontally, and the sword had pierced out. Wu Tao's throat should have been where his sword edge stabbed, and he had calculated the location and distance between them. He was sure that his calculations were absolutely accurate. His movement and the speed of this sword thrust will definitely not be slower than anyone else. Of course, his sword still has a backlash, when the sword stabs out, the surrounding two zhang radius has been controlled by the power of his sword. He has brought into full play all his power, wisdom, experience and skills throughout his life.

But his sword was still empty. Within the reach of the power of this sword, everything suddenly became "empty", empty, nothing—no light, no power, no response, no effect, what? nothing. At this moment, Xiao Jun felt as if he suddenly stumbled and fell from a hundred-foot-high building, and fell into a desperate vacuum, unable to exert any strength. The most terrifying thing is this. ——His own strength seemed to be empty, and at this moment, he was suddenly completely emptied by an inconceivable and irresistible mysterious force. In that split second, even a child could knock him down.

He had never felt this way. He knew that he had met a dreadful adversary he had never met, far more terrifying than anyone could have dreamed of in their nightmares. What was even more frightening was that he already felt that someone had dealt him a fatal blow. He was completely irresistible, unable to dodge. The skills and skills he had practiced hard for many years, and the wisdom and experience he had gained in countless life-and-death battles suddenly became empty and completely invalid. At this moment, the only thing he can do is to die and wait for death. Xiao Jun did not die. Just when the fatal blow had struck, and the overwhelming murderous aura had sealed off his vitality and breathing, just when he himself thought that he was doomed, someone suddenly saved him, and with one hand saved him.

This hand is like the wind, no one knows where the wind comes from, and no one knows where this hand comes from. This hand suddenly stretched out from an inconceivable and undetectable mysterious mysterious place, and suddenly put it on his shoulder, giving him a mysterious power that no one can imagine. His body suddenly flew into the air, avoiding the fatal blow. When he fell, he didn't know where his people were, only heard the wind blowing in the darkness. ——The sound of the wind on the sleeves of the clothes, the sound of the hidden weapon breaking the wind, and the sound of the blade cutting the wind, there is also a hoarse, mournful and miserable sound; fierce and cruel shouts and screams.

No one could describe what kind of voice he was hearing at this moment. You simply can't imagine it if you haven't heard it yourself. If you are lucky enough to hear it with your own ears, you will never forget it in your life. Xiao Jun couldn't help but want to vomit. He didn't spit it out, because all the sound suddenly ended again in an instant, after three loud laughs. The sky and the earth suddenly turned into a dead silence, and this gorgeous, bright and lively hall suddenly turned into a tomb. Fortunately, Xiao Jun's heart was still beating. He could only hear his own heart beating, "plop, plop, plop", and after a long time of beating, a little fire suddenly lit up in the darkness, a flicker of fire.

The fire pocket is in Frog Boy's hand. Frog Boy was still sitting where he had been.It seemed that he hadn't even moved, and it seemed that he couldn't even move. There was another person beside him. At some point, Mr. Tian was already sitting on a chair next to him, gently plucking the three strings with one hand, the three strings made no sound. The sanxian is silent because the string is broken. ——The silent qin, the old man in his twilight, although the Sanxian is silent, it is far more desolate than any other sound in the world. Because the old man was dialing a funeral song.

The funeral music was silent, because he didn't want people to listen to it. Frog Boy lit a lamp, the palace lantern that Wu Tao took down from the wall just now. He didn't see Xiao Jun until the lights came on. But Xiao Jun didn't look at him, what Xiao Jun was looking at were some people who had fallen to the ground. Dai Tianchou, Tu Que, and Boss Jin have all fallen to the ground, their breathing has stopped, and their bodies will be cold. Dai Tianchou, who has practiced hard for many years to master the Thirteen Taibao Boy Kungfu, has already been broken. It is not impossible to break the iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover that cannot be cut by a knife or stabbed by a gun.

He was bleeding, too, from behind his left ear. This place is his "cover door", the only weakness in his whole body, and also his biggest secret. People who practice his kind of kung fu will never tell anyone about their tricks. How could the person who killed him know his secret? In the hall that was supposed to be illuminated by 196 palace lanterns, now only one lantern is on. The dim light illuminated Xiao Jun's pale face and the corpses of eight people on the ground. In addition to the three of them, five people also died, Xiao Jun recognized four of them, and the four were all top-notch masters in the contemporary martial arts, including heroes and thugs.

They had undoubtedly come to take the life of a man, and now they were dead at the hands of that man. Looking at their injuries, each of them was fatally hit by someone. Looking at their faces, the muscles on each face have been distorted by shock and fear. They never thought that they would die so quickly and so badly. Frog Boy suddenly sighed. "I've been counting from when the lights went out to when I turned on the fire just now, just from 'one' to 'eighty-eight'." Counting from "one" to "eighty-eight" can be counted quickly, and this period is not long. To be able to take the lives of eight first-class contemporary martial arts masters in such a short moment, this kind of martial arts is really terrifying. The murderer is gone. Wu Tao has already left. Hit with one blow, hurt Bajie in a row, laughed three times, and floated away, what kind of skill is this?What kind of spirit? Frog Boy looked at Xiao Jun and sighed again. "I'm still alive just because the old man is here, how about you?" He said, "I thought you were the first to die. Why haven't you died yet?" This is something that Xiao Jun himself has never figured out. —Why didn't he die?Who saved him?Why save him? Already drunk a lot of wine, Boss Tang's cheeks had a blush like rouge fingers, but his eyes became brighter. She sighed softly and told Yuan Bao. "So we are already planning to close for half a month from today, and start after changing all the decorations in that hall." She said: "Most people who gamble are superstitious, and seven or eight people died at once. Who else dares to come?" "A total of eight people died. Besides Dai Tianchou, Tu Que and Boss Jin, who are the other five?" "I don't know too well." Boss Tang Da said: "I just heard that one of them is Mr. Zhong, a famous master of Wudang Sword Sect, and the other is Qiu Budao's uncle, who is also the oldest member of the Shaolin family. One." She sighed again: "To be able to kill such eight masters in a short time, this person's martial arts are so high and his shots are so ruthless, it's really scary." Yuan Bao suddenly slapped the table hard. "I don't believe it." He said loudly, "I wouldn't believe it even if I was killed." "What do you not believe?" "I never believe that they all died at the hands of Wu Tao alone." Yuan Bao said, "He is definitely not such a cruel person." "Who else but him?" Boss Tang said, "Who else has such terrible kung fu." "If I can see the bodies of those eight people, maybe I can tell." "What can you see?" "Look at what method the murderer used? Is it the method Wu Tao used to kill?" Yuan Bao said, "Anyway, you couldn't see anything at that time. Whoever kills someone can put the blame on Wu Tao and let him Come and take the blame." "You're right." Boss Tang said, "It's a pity you can't see them anymore." "why?" "Because Mr. Tian collected their corpses at that time." Boss Tang Da said, "Now their bodies have been buried and the coffins have been nailed, so no one can see them." Yuan Bao's big eyes suddenly narrowed, and he suddenly seemed very scheming. "Why is Mr. Tian so eager to collect their corpses for them? Is it because he is afraid that others will see from their fatal wounds that they did not die at Wu Tao's hands? Did he deliberately ask the relatives, friends and disciples of the eight people to find them?" Wu Tao revenge?" Boss Tang smiled, looked at Yuan Bao with a pair of smiling eyes like spring water, and offered him another glass of wine. "Although you are young, you have a lot of mind. How did you come up with such a thing?" She said, "As Mr. Tian, ​​how could you do such a thing?" "Why can't he do it?" Yuan Bao said, "Among the eight people, maybe two or three are his enemies, and he just took this opportunity to kill them." He thought for a while, and then said: "I was sent by Gao Tianjue, of course he was there at that time, maybe he was the one who killed, with his martial arts, it is not difficult to kill seven or eight people, Tian Maybe the old man is his good friend, maybe he is a little afraid of him, for him, old man Tian will do this kind of thing." Boss Tang stared at him for a long time, then suddenly asked him: "Aren't you only seventeen or eighteen years old?" "Probably about the same." "I think you are only seventeen or eighteen years old at most, but sometimes I feel that you are already an old man in seventy or eighty years old." "why?" "Because only the old man has such a serious suspicion like you." Yuan Bao also stared at her for a long time, then suddenly lowered his voice, and whispered to her: "Do you want me to tell you a secret?" "What secret?" "Actually, I am already seventy-seven." Yuan Bao said solemnly, "It's just that I have always taken good care of myself, so I look much younger." Boss Tang laughed again, bending his waist so much: "Since this is the case, then I, an old woman, should respect you, an old man, a few more times." The dead have been buried, the coffins have been nailed, and there are eight more coffins in the large wooden shed behind the "Senji" timber store. Mr. Tian has been sitting here since morning until dark, without eating a grain of rice, a drop of water, or a drop of wine, nor has he opened his mouth. Frog Boy has never seen his father have such a serious heart. It wasn't until someone came to light the lamp, and the night was already very dark, that Mr. Tian asked Chick: "Did you see how they died?" "I saw something." Frog Boy said, "They all seemed to have been killed by a single blow, and it seemed that someone had used a strange technique to cut off their blood vessels and meridians in one fell swoop. , just as we break a charcoal with our fingers." "Can you see what method this man is using?" "I can't see it." Tian Jizai said, "I've seen many people die because their blood vessels were cut off, but this person's method is completely different." "Of course you can't see it." Mr. Tian sighed: "Because in the whole world, there is only one person who can hurt people with this method." "Is that General Lee?" "no." "Not who is he?" "He's a more terrifying person than him." Old Man Tian said, "He's more ruthless than him, and he's more ruthless than him, and he's done more absolutely than him." "Who is so desperate?" "Gao Tianjue." A remote path, a simple small food stall, and a dim oil lamp.An old man whose face was blackened by oily smoke asked Xiao Jun who had just finished a bowl of fried rice with sympathy: "Would you like a bowl of clear soup? It's free." Xiao Jun shook his head, and slowly stood up, a pale face with neither blood nor expression suddenly revealed an expression of extreme fear and surprise. If you hadn't seen it, you would never have imagined such a sudden change in a person's face. The old man selling food saw it with his own eyes. He couldn't figure out how this one-armed guest who spoke very little and ate very slowly suddenly became like this. But he soon understood, because when he turned his head, he saw a person who would be shocked no matter who saw it, just like Xiao Jun. There was not even a ghost near this small stall with light business, but now there is a person. A man dressed in black.Black cloak, black hood, black boots, black eyes. Not the usual black. A black that is brighter than lacquer, thicker than ink, and more unpleasant than the sky before dawn. His black cloak hung long on the ground, like the black cloak worn by legendary vampires. His face was white. It wasn't the ordinary whiteness, nor was it the deadly paleness of Xiao Jun's face. His face was more terrifying than that of a dead man. His face was a faint silvery white, as if he was wearing a silver mask tempered with hellfire, so white and shiny. Not the usual kind of bright. It is a kind of gloomy gray and gloomy light, just like the eyes of a dead person when he is dying.Although it is very bright, it makes people feel unspeakable sadness, pain, fear, and despair. Does anyone know when this person came?Where did it come from? Maybe only Xiao Jun knew. He seemed to recognize this person, he saw this person as if a child suddenly saw a demon ghost that he often saw in nightmares, his throat seemed to be strangled by this demon with a pair of invisible hands, and it took a long time before he could speak . "It's you?" "It's me." The man seemed to smile, "I never thought you would still remember me." Of course Xiao Jun recognized it.Although he had only met this person once, he could never forget it forever. Although no one will ever forget this person once they have met him, but no one's impression of this person will be as vivid and painful as Xiao Jun's. That was more than ten years ago. Xiao Jun remembered it better than anyone else, it was the night of the full moon in the thirteenth year and three days. The moon was as bright as a mirror that night, and the night was as cold as a knife. A knife he had never seen before, he only saw the flash of the knife. But in the flash of the knife, his left arm had been chopped off by this man. Xiao Jun never knew who this person was, let alone why this person chopped off his arm. Before that night, he had never seen this person, and he had never seen this person again, but he never thought that he would suddenly appear in front of him now.