I was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night when a loud "bang" sounded in the yard. Chen Guanlou woke up suddenly, took out the big knife beside the bed, took down the bundle on the beam, and then carefully opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. "Who?" He shouted in a low voice, but no one responded to him. In the dim moonlight, he saw a group of people in the yard, who looked like a person. He walked forward slowly, "Who is sneaking around in the middle of the night?" He asked carefully while being alert. He poked the person on the ground with his scabbard, but there was no movement. Is he dead? In order to prevent fake death, he turned the person over with his scabbard. Hey, it was an acquaintance, a swordsman from the fighting industry. He was lying on the ground with blood and blood, unconscious. After making sure that the person was not dead, he moved the person under the eaves.
Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly dodged to the wall and barely avoided a hidden weapon with a strange light. Poisonous! The hidden weapon was poisonous! This is to kill him. Just one encounter, the long sword is out of the sheath. Familiar ghost mask, the ghost gate. Third-rank warrior! Two rounds, three rounds... The sword technique of "Ascension Record" is well-known, the blade is densely covered like a woven net, and the powder is scattered. Boom! The third-rank warrior of the ghost gate lies straight on the ground. The top-level drug formula given to him by the flower thief was officially used for the first time after it was refined, and the effect was amazing. If the flower thief is still alive, he must be very comforted to see his drug being used. He can drink Mengpo soup without any worries and be reborn in a good life in the next life. The other party's kidney did not respond when he poked it with the tip of the knife. He was really obsessed. After confirming that it was safe, Chen Guanlou boldly stepped forward and directly stabbed the other party's heart with a knife, stirring it. After confirming that the other party was dead, he reached out to remove the mask on his face. An ordinary face, placed in a crowd, is forgotten as soon as it is seen, and no one pays attention to it. I haven't seen it before! It's very strange! Body search! Ten or so taels of silver, other than that, there was only a sharp sword and a poisoned hidden weapon left. This was the first time Chen Guanlou had killed someone properly, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and didn't feel nauseous or want to vomit. Perhaps he had been in the prison for a long time, and he was very used to the smell of blood. He silently took out a shovel and a hoe from the back wall, dug a pit along the wall, and dug it deep enough. Throw the dead third-rank warrior of the Ghost Domain Gate into the pit.
He only took the silver. The mask, the sharp sword, and the poisoned hidden weapon were all thrown into the pit with the body, buried, and the soil was trampled flat, trying to make it the same as the surrounding. Not at ease, he put a pile of straw and a bamboo chicken coop as a cover. Plant a peach tree on it tomorrow, and it will surely grow very lush. After finishing all this, he sat upright in a chair and gently wiped the big knife with a soft cotton cloth. The old blacksmith tailored the big knife for him. It was sharp, handy, and easy to use. He didn't give the big knife a name, but he really treated it as a treasure and practiced swordsmanship every day. If it wasn't too eye-catching, he would want to carry this big knife to work every day. He wiped the blade very gently, as if he was caressing a woman's body, not letting go of every detail. It was not until this time that he began to recall the feeling of fighting with a third-grade warrior. It was very mysterious, very exciting, very stimulating, and he wanted to do it again. Under the sword of the third-grade warrior, he actually went five rounds. Moreover, he was very sure that Duan Tianlin's words that he had the strength of a third-grade warrior were not true. Just now, this third-grade warrior was much stronger than Duan Tianlin. Far beyond. Perhaps, because Duan Tianlin's limbs were tied up with iron chains, he couldn't exert his strength, so there was some falsehood. Five rounds, does it mean that he can challenge a second-grade warrior? He looked at the swordsman on the wooden couch. He was a ready-made second-grade warrior who was so anxious about being killed that he ran to his house to avoid disaster. If he had not been vigilant enough, often imagined the scene of being attacked in his mind, placed the drug within reach, and reacted quickly enough, tonight would be his burial time. He was able to escape from the hands of a third-grade warrior. He must admit that luck played a big role. It had something to do with strength, but only a little. If he had not done any of the links, he would have died. For example, he did not carry the drug with him, and he lacked a little vigilance... Thinking about it now, he felt deeply scared. Tonight, he brushed shoulders with the god of death. Even if he had the immortal fruit, he could not be saved without his head. The swordsman's vitality was very tenacious, and he woke up at noon. As soon as he woke up, he saw Chen Guanlou sitting on a chair, holding a book in his hand. "So Chentou saved me, thank you!" Chen Guanlou put down the book and stared at him. He thought about whether to kill the swordsman. The pit he dug was a pit. Burying one or two people was the same. In the end, he decided to spare the swordsman's life. Last night, the other party was completely unconscious. He didn't react when the knife was stabbed on his body. Obviously, he didn't know what happened next. He was not in danger of being exposed. "Wake up! Leave if you wake up. This is not a shelter. Don't come next time." "Last night..." The swordsman was a little confused and hesitant, "I'm sorry to trouble you. Nothing happened." "In the middle of the night, a person suddenly fell in the yard. This is the biggest thing."
The swordsman was a little embarrassed. This time, Chen Guanlou finally saw the other party's appearance clearly. He looked young. Why did he dress like a vicissitudes of life uncle? He usually dressed so old, and he couldn't attract girls. The swordsman struggled to sit up from the wooden couch, gasping in pain. Chen Guanlou only helped him clean the wound, applied some hemostatic medicine, and then left it alone. When he moved, the wound burst open and bled again. The swordsman gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, "Thank you for your help, Chen, I will definitely repay you in the future. My surname is Qi." The two exchanged names for the first time. Chen Guanlou bowed his hands, which was considered a formal meeting, and poured a cup of hot water for the other party. After drinking a cup of hot water, the swordsman surnamed Qi seemed to come alive, and his face had a little color. "I'll leave now." "The carriage should be here, I'll take you out. I called a carriage for you. Just tell the driver where you want to go." Chen Guanlou explained. He didn't ask why the other party ran to his house, why he brought danger, and what hatred he had with the Ghost Domain Gate. He was like an emotionless robot, with an indifferent attitude throughout the whole process. Finally, he sent the swordsman out of the house and got rid of this big burden. The swordsman who was sitting in the carriage gasped in pain and could only smile bitterly. He was indeed anxious last night. At the critical moment of life and death, he actually chose the Chen family instead of a safer and more secure place. Thank God, the killer from the Ghost Domain Gate did not catch up. Otherwise, he would really implicate Chen Guanlou and die in vain. He secretly made up his mind that after he recovered from his injuries and finished the things at hand, if he was still alive, he would definitely thank Chen Guanlou for saving his life. It was just that Chen's life-saving was very rough and impatient. He applied medicine but refused to bandage his wounds.