After a heavy rain, the stone slabs on the street finally revealed a corner of their true appearance.

But the rain has not stopped, the silk is as silk as silk, it cannot be pulled open or broken, it is splashing, as thin as cow's hair.

It is late summer and early autumn. The rain is a bit cooler and colder, and the cold wind is used to make the empty streets feel a little more cold, and the market town is rarely more peaceful.

But listen.

In the hazy rain curtain, there were female voices like weeping and complaining from somewhere, with gentle ups and downs. After listening carefully, I guess which opera singer was begging for food on this rainy night.

However, the closer you are to the voice, you can hear the actor's tone of unstable voice. She is trembling and trembling, and the song she sang in her mouth is even more undetectable.

The actor's disheveled quilt was locked in the corner with his cloaked shackles and his thin body was trembling. Just to survive, she had to hold back the fear in her heart and sing a song to the leaning figure.

"…I feel restless about Gu Deng Siyuandao..."

She was afraid, afraid of the people who listened to the music.

This man has a nickname in the world, called "White-faced Boy". He has nearly 300 horse thieves under his command. He goes anywhere he doesn't leave any chickens and dogs, and he runs rampantly, burns, kills, and robs, and does everything he wants.

But such a murderous ruthless character has a habit of listening to music.

But just during the day, his men brought back news, and there was also a bitten shattered body, which was not a human being. It was the third leader of the horse thief and his younger brother.

There was a faint smell of blood in the room, because just now, after the man learned about his brother's death, he skinned three people in the room with his own hands.

At the window entrance, the three leathers were still hanging there, dripping blood in the rain, shaking slightly like a kite.

And his brother's subordinates were all dead without exception, leaving only horses that ran back by themselves.

As his name suggests, the boy with a white face turned pale and looked sick. He leaned against the chair, held a cigarette pipe in his hand, and sucked one by one.

Except for the sound of the actors, no one dared to speak anymore. The air was as stagnant as a slumber, which was suffocating.

"Find him out...I want to...cut him with one knife!"

The low and weak voice could not cover up the cold murderous intent in his mouth. He ordered word by word, and his five fingers tightly clenched into his palm, blood flowing.

The actor was frightened and stopped involuntarily for a moment.

Suddenly, the white-faced boy's eyes moved and he looked at her straight, and his eyes were filled with indescribable madness. "I didn't ask you to stop, why should I stop!"

The actor was so scared that he was so scared that he knelt down and begged for mercy, and he was incoherent.

"I...I was wrong..."

"Hang her up!"

It was not until the man who was sickly like a tuberculosis that he saw several sharp and huge hooks hanging under the beam of the room. What was even more terrifying was that there were several corpses that were skinned and bloody on the hook. Once he was put down, the actor seemed to be frightened on the spot, and he didn't move, and a pool of water stains were already flowing under his body.

"Hang her up."

The cold and peaceful words of men make people feel cold all over their bodies.

Women are already scared, they can't struggle, they can't cry, they can't make trouble, and they can't be foolish at the mercy of others.

But for a moment, a terrifying scream came from the hut in the rain.

No one noticed it. Just as the screams sounded, a pair of bright eyes suddenly opened in the rain curtain, which was a bit scary, and it was endless chill and murderous intent.

From a distance, I saw a person wandering towards this side like a huge gecko like a huge gecko.

The town is not big, and now the lights of each household have almost turned off late at night. Only a few lanterns with unfinished oil on both sides of the street are still on, and they are light and dark in the hazy rain.

"Hang her up."

The cold and peaceful words of men make people feel cold all over their bodies.

Outside the window, another human skin was added.

suddenly.

The sound of rubble breaking suddenly appeared in the silky rain curtain.

"Bang!"

The movements of the people in the house couldn't help but subconsciously stop.

With this sound, the roof instantly broke a hole with a "slam" sound, and a figure fell straight down, with water droplets dripping all over his body. His body was still in the air, but his hands were touching his waist. The two scimitars instantly took off their scabbards and appeared in everyone's eyes.

The falling figure brought two cold lights.

"Puff!"

With the bleak lights, the two thick men's whole bodies extended straight down from the top of their heads, and a blood mark slowly appeared between their eyebrows, which was divided into two and slowly fell down.

"who?"

While his heart was terrified, even the white-faced boy who killed countless people couldn't help but change his brilliance.

"Aren't you looking for me? I'm here!"

A dull voice sounded from the mouth of the figure, and the dripping water droplets slid down the dazzling blade, rolling like beads.

The lights in the house seemed to have been swaying because of the murderous words. In the dim room, a pair of cold eyes fell straight on the horse thieves, which was shocking.

The moment the words were spoken, a cold light appeared in the house again, as if there were two crescent moons.

"Quickly, exit the house and surround him!"

The white-faced boy abandoned the cigarette pipe and pulled out the knife beside him and rushed out.

In the room, there was no strange scream or moan. There were only bodies with corpses and the sound of blood splattering. They were all killed with one knife, and there was no chance to beg for mercy.

The white-faced boy rolled out of the window as soon as he landed, but as soon as he landed on the ground, a strange sound of breaking through the air quietly sounded behind him, and a long sword flew straight towards his vest and separated the rain curtain.

He was shocked and didn't care too much. His body immediately rolled in the mud. The long sword sank into the ground with a few inches, but he was avoided.

But it was not because he returned without success. Half of his ear was already falling on the ground.

The white-faced boy showed resentment, and he did not scream in his mouth. He just covered the remaining half of his ear with one hand and hurriedly got up to call his subordinates.

But immediately his heart became cold.

"Bang!"

A figure fell heavily in front of him, splashing a ball of mud.

"ah!"

Without looking up, he looked at the pair of feet wearing rag shoes in front of him and made a crazy roar. The long sword in his right hand slashed out fiercely and slashed towards his legs.

It's just that the other party's knife is faster.

As soon as he fired his knife, a cold light shook by the corner of his eyes, and a severe pain instantly emerged from the back of his hand. In an instant, a sharp knife nailed his right hand to the ground.

"I can give you any money, any amount of money!"

The sky was drizzling like silk, and the white-faced boy gritted his teeth and looked up.

He couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, and could only see a pair of eyes looking down at him from a high place, cold and calm.

Without words, the man just raised his foot and landed on his right hand, exerting force little by little.

Vaguely, sounds of shattering as if soybeans were broken out from his right hand.

The white-faced boy gritted his teeth in pain, but he did not beg for mercy. Instead, he looked at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to remember him firmly, and shouted hysterically: "Ah! Kill him... Kill him..."

The figure chuckled disapprovingly.

"Okay, the bones are hard enough."

After saying that, he pulled the sharp knife, and the two-foot-long knife instantly turned around in his hand as if it was alive, and only broke his tendons in the white-faced boy's eyes.

The white-faced boy like mud was kicked away with one kick.

He shook the two knives in his hand, and the figure was not shy at all. His eyes were as bright as it would glow. He glanced at the horse thieves surrounding him, and his calm words made people feel cold in his heart.

"bring it on."
Chapter completed!