Chapter 12 Chapter Five

The scorching heat has not yet disappeared, and the bitter cold has penetrated into the bones. Only in this place in the border town can we enjoy this kind of extremely changing weather. The bright moon has not yet risen, the stars are still hiding in the floating clouds, but the time for shift shifts has arrived. Watching the dismissed people disappear into the endless night, Lin Jun pulled the sheepskin clothes, and retracted his neck as much as possible, with a pair of mouse-like eyes, looking at the dark surroundings with some fear . Hu San was originally in charge of today's class, but he died last night, on the way to the town.

It is said that he was sucked to death by a vampire. Thinking of vampires, Lin Jun couldn't help trembling, and the fear in his eyes grew stronger. The recent Wanmatang is almost shrouded in horror, inexplicable disappearance, inexplicable death, even the legendary vampire appeared, who is not afraid? So when it came time to work the night shift, they all came to their shift with fear and fright. But one thing that can be comforted is that the moonlight is very bright tonight, and there is a large lantern hanging on the flagpole where Lin Jun is standing. The bright moonlight and wind lanterns brought some light to the darkness, so Lin Jun felt a little more at ease.

——Hasn’t darkness been the source of fear since ancient times? The chill hit Lin Jun's clothes with the wind. In this severe cold, if you don't keep "moving", you will definitely become a popsicle in less than a cup of tea. Holding the long knife tightly in his left hand, Lin Suo began to jog on the spot. With his right hand, he took out a small bottle of shochu from his bosom, and poured it into his mouth in a big gulp. Lin Jun felt a little warmer when the wine was in his stomach. According to the regulations, drinking is not allowed on duty, but who doesn't drink?

As long as there are no mistakes or being seen, the boss will turn a blind eye. When the wine gradually disappeared in the bottle, the warmth spread to the whole body. Lin Jun stopped jogging, probably because of the wine, or the quiet night made the fear in his heart no longer so strong. When Lin Jun was about to take a nap leaning on the flagpole, he suddenly saw a figure slowly emerging from the darkness, as if it was condensed from countless darkness. "Who?" Lin Jun opened his eyes wide, holding the knife and the wine bottle in his left and right hands interchangeably. "Who? Password!"

The figure didn't speak, but laughed eeriely. His feet didn't move, but the figure kept walking over. Lin Jun noticed that this figure was floating over in the air, as if a ghost was wandering. He was so frightened that the wine bottle in his left hand didn't feel like it fell. willow branch. A pair of mouse-like eyes have been occupied by fear, Lin Jun heard his voice trembling: "You... who are you?" "Hey……" The eerie laughter that seemed to come from hell became louder as the figure approached. When he saw clearly that this figure was the dead flying spider, Lin Jun's crotch was soaked.

The bright moonlight made the pale face of the flying spider even paler, and the blood at the corners of his mouth was brighter red, and the long canine teeth in his mouth shone like blades. Lin Jun's sneaking speed against the enemy was top-notch. At this moment, his legs seemed to have taken root, and they could only tremble non-stop. Juncai felt a stabbing pain spread from his neck to his whole body, and then he died. Before the blood is sucked, his person dies. Lin Jun was frightened to death. As soon as Huya left his neck, the two thin bamboo tubes in Flying Spider's hand immediately inserted into the wound on Lin Jun's neck, and then immediately took out a large water bag to catch the blood flowing out of the bamboo tubes.

Seeing the water bag gradually filling up, the flying spider's eyes showed a happy and complacent look. In less than a cup of tea, the blood in the bamboo tube stopped flowing. The flying spider waited until the blood was no longer dripping before picking up the water bag, tied the mouth of the bag tightly, and then pulled out the two bamboo tubes. Looking at Lin Jun who "sucked" all his blood, the flying spider smiled triumphantly. Tomorrow they'd find another corpse drained of blood by a vampire. No matter how hot the weather was or how cold it was, Fu Hongxue would always be dressed in a black coarse cloth shirt with a faded leather jacket on top.

He is like a black panther in the primeval forest deep in the mountains, no matter how bad the weather is or how much it changes, he can always adapt and survive. Fu Hongxue not only has a body as tough as a panther, but also has a sixth sense as keen as a panther. For the danger and murderous potential lurking around, he is even more sensitive than the black panther. The cold night has not flown, and the dim light is disabled. Fu Hongxue was lying in the dark on a cold bed, the night wind from the outskirts of the city was howling outside the window, and he was tired. Just when Fu Hongxue was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a sound, a soft, soft sound, just like the light sound when a lamp was about to be extinguished. In such a wind, even if he listened carefully, it would not be loud. Easy to hear and understand.

Fu Hongxue didn't hear any other voices, and he couldn't see anything. However, every sensitive part of his body, every sensitive muscle, and every sensitive nerve suddenly tightened. Because he already felt a murderous aura. Murderous intent cannot be grasped, touched, heard or seen. Only those who have killed countless people and sharp weapons that have killed countless people can have this kind of murderous aura. Only a person like Fu Hongxue could feel this murderous aura. Although all the muscles in his body were tensed, he jumped up from the cold and hard wooden bed all at once.

Just when he jumped up like a carp in the water, he saw a sword light that could have assassinated him on the bed. If he wasn't Fu Hongxue, if he didn't have a black panther's keen sixth sense, if he didn't have those terrible and valuable experiences. If he didn't feel the murderous aura, then he must have been assassinated on the bed by the sword light just now. The sword light flashed and the sword sounded. There was no sound from the sword. The sound of the sword that Fu Hongxue heard was the sound of the blade piercing the bed. When he heard this sound, the sword's edge had already pierced through the wooden board. The place where the sword's blade pierced should have been Fu Hongxue's heart, but now what the sword's blade pierced was only a wooden board.

No matter what kind of sword this sword is, this sword must be in someone's hand, no matter what kind of person this person is, this person must still be under the bed. Fu Hongxue was in mid-air, and every muscle and strength in his body had been fully exerted. Suddenly, he turned over again, and then he jumped straight down, toward a place where he was sure there should be someone. He is not wrong. There is a person under the bed, the sword edge is still between the bed boards, but the hilt is no longer in that person's hand. As soon as Fu Hongxue threw himself down, that person jumped up immediately. In the darkness, Fu Hongxue seemed to see a faint light of a knife flashing from that person's hand. At this moment, Fu Hongxue's body was in a descending position, and all the latent strength in his body had been exhausted when he turned around in the air just now. When he saw the faint light of the knife, his old strength had been exhausted, and new strength had not yet been generated. The person who came to assassinate Fu Hongxue was undoubtedly the best of the best. He was sure that Fu Hongxue would be able to dodge his first strike, and that Fu Hongxue would pounce on his hiding place. Of course, he was sure that Fu Hongxue would be able to avoid his first strike He must have known that he couldn't pull out the sword between the bed boards at the moment when Fu Hongxue threw himself down. What's more, Fu Hongxue would never have guessed that he had another knife. This knife is the real fatal knife. People are in the air and can no longer retreat. The light of the knife flashes, and people will die. With a swing of the knife, the faint light of the knife reflected the corner of the assassin's smiling mouth. He knew that Fu Hongxue would never have expected this knife, nor would he be able to dodge it. If you don't expect it, if you don't get out of the way, you will die. Just when the assassin was about to appreciate the beauty of the blood splattered, he suddenly heard a sound, a sound that seemed very familiar. A sound that can only be made when the blade breaks through the wind. What he heard was the sound of knives. When he heard the sound of the knife, he already felt the coldness of the soil. What was even more strange was that he actually saw Fu Hongxue standing in front of him coldly, looking at him with eyes like stars on the top of a distant mountain. . how is this possible?That knife was already a mortal knife, how could Fu Hongxue dodge it? He remembered hearing the sound of a knife. Whose sound is it? It couldn't be Fu Hongxue, he didn't see him draw the saber at all, how could there be the sound of the saber before he drew it? He wanted to push himself up with all his strength, but he suddenly realized that he didn't feel any sensation in his right hand. When Fu Hongxue lit the residual lamp, he realized that his right hand was actually broken. Could it be that his right wrist had already been cut off when he heard the sound of the knife?He only heard the sound of the knife, but didn't see the knife. Could there really be such a fast knife in the world? Under the dim dim light, Fu Hongxue discovered that the person who had come to assassinate him was a complete stranger. At this moment, he was looking at Fu Hongxue with eyes full of fear. "You don't believe that I can cut off your hand with one knife?" Fu Hongxue said calmly. "Only heard the sound of the knife, the sound of the knife..." He murmured, "I can't see the knife, I can't see the knife..." The distorted expression on his face was not because of the pain of the wound, but because of the inner struggle for the truth.He didn't believe that there were such fast knives in the world, but the facts were right in front of him. "Who are you?" Fu Hongxue asked him coldly. He didn't answer, but just moved his eyes to his severed hand on the ground, looking at the hand that was still holding the knife, his eyes suddenly showed a mixture of helplessness, sadness, pain and relief. With so many complex emotions, why is there a state of liberation? Fu Hongxue also turned his gaze to the severed hand on the ground, and when he touched that severed hand, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face. When Fu Hongxue saw the severed hand, he "suddenly understood" why the assassin looked at his severed hand with such a complicated expression. In fact, what Fu Hongxue saw was not the severed hand, but the knife in the severed hand. It was a very curved knife, bent like a crescent moon, like a fisherman's hook. Most of these scimitars are useful knives for the frontier people, but three years ago, a master of scimitars suddenly appeared in the Central Plains martial arts. That expert used a scimitar like a crescent moon to assassinate a total of fifty-two first-rate masters in three years. He has never been defeated so far. Fu Hongxue turned his head and stared at him again, and after a long time, he said, "Are you 'Scimitar Seven'?" "Yes." Ah Qi said, "I am machete Ah Qi." After Fu Hongxue stared at him for a long time, he said lightly, "You are wrong." "I'm wrong? "If you come to me openly, maybe you can see the knife." Fu Hongxue said word by word. "Can you see the knife?" Before yesterday, Ah Qi absolutely did not believe this sentence, but now he has no choice but to believe it, and the complicated expression appeared in his eyes again. Fu Hongxue's eyes met the expression of "relief" in Ah Qi's eyes again. He looked at Ah Qi quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, he sighed softly. Ah Qi also sighed, and the complex expressions on his face disappeared with this sigh, leaving only a kind of joy and exhaustion of relief, and then he suddenly said in a very sincere tone: "Thank you .” "You're welcome." Fu Hongxue replied flatly. Why did Ah Qi say thank you to Fu Hongxue who cut off his hand? Of course Fu Hongxue understood Ah Qi's meaning, that's why he said "You're welcome", because he is also a knife user. People who are obsessed with knives are often the same as people who are obsessed with love. Trapped in the net of love, people who are trapped by the thread of love, not only can't extricate themselves, they can't even ask for death. The kind of life that is worse than death, the kind of pain that comes from the depths of the bone marrow, only those who are obsessed with knives can understand. Therefore, the silk of love often needs to be cut by the sword of wisdom, and people who are obsessed with swords can only be freed by dying under the sword. So even though Fu Hongxue cut off Ah Qi's hand, not only did he not complain, but he was also very grateful to Fu Hongxue. Ah Qi struggled to stand up, covered his severed hand with his remaining left hand, and said to Fu Hongxue, "You don't have to see me off." "I know." Fu Hongxue said. The two of them stared at each other silently for a while, then Ah Qi suddenly turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, Fu Hongxue suddenly spoke. "The left hand can also use a knife." Fu Hongxue said lightly, "In the era of Xiao Li Feidao, there was a person who used to use a sword with his right hand. Although his right hand was broken later, his left hand sword was faster than his right hand." Fu Hongxue was talking about Jing Wuming, and Ah Qi knew it, but he just turned his head and said to Fu Hongxue indifferently: "I have been away from home for three years, and there is still an infatuated person waiting for me in my hometown." Qiping calmly said, "Maybe I will use my left hand to cook vegetables, and use my left hand to accompany her for a few drinks." "If there is a chance, I will definitely eat your fried dishes." Fu Hongxue said. "I will definitely wait for you." Ah Qi said, "My home is outside Lhasa, in a place called 'Wind Chimes'."