Chapter 43: Fighting is like embroidery

The woman in the silver skirt regained her freedom, but she didn't have the strength to stand up. She curled up on the sofa and stared at me, her eyes full of undisguised hatred.

My press not only activated the Spring Memory on her body, causing the desire in her body to surge like a sea, making her legs so weak that she could not move. It also destroyed the techniques she had learned through this Spring Memory.

In this life, she will never think of using magic to harm anyone again.

But instead of hating me, she should feel grateful.

If she hadn't been needed to deliver the message to the old Bodhisattva, the fate of the golden boy would have been hers.

I reached out and pulled off the top of her thong under her skirt, balled it up and stuffed it into my pocket, stood up and stepped over the man lying at the door, and walked out of the box.

Muffled cries echoed from the box behind him.

When we returned to Dahe Village, it was already close to midnight.

I did not drive the car directly into the village, but parked on the roadside outside the culvert of the railway bridge, changed out of my suit coat, and walked into the village carrying my bag.

The lights in the police room at the entrance of the village have been turned off.

When I got to the end of the field, I opened the door and entered the courtyard. When I stepped on the threshold, I felt a little loose.

I just pretended not to notice, closed the hospital door with my backhand, went into the reception room, put my bag into the back room, reached for the walkie-talkie inside, tapped it three times, then turned it out, and poured two cups of still warm wine. He put the tea on the coffee table and said, "Now that you've come in, let's sit down and talk."

A skinny man emerged from the darkness in the corner of the room.

Judging from his appearance, he was the skinned old thief.

He cupped his hand at me, pressed his left hand to his right, and curled his thumb into the palm of his hand, "Fate is divided into three heavens. Nuwa refines stones and quarries. I have to teach you the Tao, and I will never stop it."

After saying that, he walked to the sofa and sat down generously. He didn't serve the tea, but just looked at me.

There is a school of elixirs that collects raw materials and cuts them. They worship Nuwa, who created humans and mended the sky, as their ancestor. They consider themselves to be the legitimate inheritance of the gods, so they have no pressure to kill people and make elixirs.

I returned the salute but did not give my number.

The roots of my mountain are hanging on the wall, so there is no need to dwell on them.

"come kill me?"

Wang Laoguan, who is always stealing from his boss, said calmly: "My skills are inferior to others, so I have to admit defeat. But you shouldn't have used dead meat to trap me from the beginning. We are both heretics, and you have to leave a thin line in the fight to kill me." Don't blame me for killing you if you are forced to do so on the road."

I picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp, "When I went on TV, I made it very clear that it was a dead man's disease. What drove you to death was the word greed in your heart. You can forgive the evil you do by God, but you can do it yourself. You can't live. Ever since you came back to seize the meat, you are already destined to die."

"I can't live, and you can't live either. Before I came back this time, I left a letter to my family. You killed three generations and six members of my family. They will definitely come to you to avenge this blood feud."

"Why do you think I let you go back to get the meat?"

"When cutting weeds and roots, it depends on whether your knife is sharp enough. If you cut a towering tree, your grass-chopping knife may be broken."

"I didn't draw a sword, how do you know if I am using a grass-cutting knife or a sky-opening axe?"

"No matter if you have a grass-cutting knife or a sky-opening axe, you will not be able to escape death tonight, and you will have no chance to cut the grass and root it out."

"Are you confident that you can take my life?"

"If you hadn't lived in my house, I would have fled as far away as possible and never come back. But you are too arrogant. Even if you really have the ability to be an immortal, you will not be able to do anything in this place where I have been refining the elixir for ten years. You have to admit your defeat!"

Wang Laoguan took out a palm-sized curved short knife from his arms, raised the knife and made a cut on his left and right faces.

Blood flowed down his face, instantly staining his entire face like a dead man's grimace.

He immediately inserted the knife into his left shoulder, reached into his arms, and took out a tambourine as big as the palm of his hand. He jumped up from the sofa, raised the drum with his right hand and beat it with his left hand. Give me three knives, three golden knives to carry with me. Take the knives with you and cut them with you. One sword will cut off your head. Two swords will cut off your body. Three swords will cut off your soul. Three swords will cut you off. Your soul will be scattered and you will lose your life."

I sat back on the sofa leisurely, lit a cigarette and held it in my mouth, just watching Wang Laoguan's performance.

Wang Laoguan sang three times in a row, each time singing more urgently than the last. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely. Seeing that I was sitting upright and nothing happened, he couldn't help showing a worried look.

"Sit down, have a sip of tea, and take a breather. You can use the Nine-Layered Cauldron to refine the elixir, and you have the true legacy. Leave yourself some last dignity." I knocked on the table and pushed the teacup forward, " If you don't use your skills properly, you will only make ghosts laugh. Ten years of operation does not mean you will be invincible. If you rush to do it after only two days, you will have lost caution. Fighting is like embroidery, and you must be the first to set up the game. The bracket traces the line, and then we can talk about life and death. I started planning to deal with this scene from the moment I took the photo of this yard. It looks like you have the advantage, but in fact, the advantage is mine! You think I want to deal with the Paihuazi group with all my strength, You can take the opportunity to calculate my unintentionality with intention, but in fact I have been making arrangements for you. It is me who is intentional, and you are the one who is unintentional."

"Ah, please invite the Patriarch to show his power!"

Wang Laoguan suddenly screamed, put down his tambourine, pulled out the short knife on his shoulder, and threw it at me with all his strength.

This knife is connected to these three rooms. If it is thrown, it will definitely hit me. No matter how hard I hide, I will not be able to escape.

Wang Laoguan has been running this courtyard and these three rooms for ten years. If he doesn't have the capital to fight for the last time, he will be unable to build a nine-layer corpse cauldron.

But this throw of the knife means that he has no way out and only this last desperate fight is left.

I never acted rashly, I was just waiting for his blow.

Once the sword was released, he was completely defeated.

I took out the thong underwear from my pocket, threw it at the flying dagger, and put it on the dagger.

The short knife immediately missed its aim and hit the ground in front of me diagonally.

The terrazzo floor was extremely solid. When the short knife fell on it, the tip fell off and the handle broke.

Wang Laoguan screamed, turned around and ran out of the door. He looked unhappy, but he appeared behind the door in one step, and did not see him opening the door. In another step, he ran into the yard, as if he had passed through the door.

I jumped up from the sofa, ran to the window sill, dug out the big coin buried in the incense burner, pushed open the window, and threw it at Mr. Wang's stick.

Wang Laoguan took the third step to reach the entrance of the courtyard. He only needed one more step to escape from the courtyard.

But he failed to take this last step.

The big money flew and hit him on the back of the head.

This is a clean house to pay for the house, burning incense and praying, which involves three points of earthly energy. As long as they don't run out of the yard, smashing it is equivalent to using these three rooms to smash the small courtyard together.

Wang Laoguan staggered and fell to the ground, his whole body twitching.

Two people hurriedly ran towards me on the road outside the hospital. They were the policemen who had rushed over after receiving my signal.

The two of them stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, raising their flashlights to shine on Wang Laoguan who was lying on the ground, but they were cautious and did not approach.