I Have Unparalleled Comprehension

Chapter 29 The Discovery of Catkins

The blacksmith raised his head and looked at the whizzing ghost-headed sword.

The cold sword light reflected the coldness under the moonlight, making people feel chilly in their hearts.

The face of the man holding the knife was also cold, and his eyes were like ice that had never melted for thousands of years. Just one look at him and he unconsciously looked away.

He never expected that he would die in this way.

After traveling in the world for many years, the blacksmith has thought of many ways to die. After all, few people who have traveled the world can get a good death.

But he never expected that he would be roasted alive.

The reason may be that he really didn't expect that the other party was not just a warrior.

He had discussed with the proprietress that even if the opponent was an eighth-level warrior, even if he was within the burst range of a warrior, they would still be 100% sure of winning.

The opponent's hidden weapons and knives cannot break through his armor, which is equivalent to tying his hands.

They can win.

They are confident.

But the result is that this man is not a martial artist, or more than a martial artist.

At the moment of life and death, the blacksmith thought of the time when he and his wife slaughtered a village.

At that time, all the children in that village were snatched away by them, except for one who was held in the arms of the village woman.

When the proprietress walked over and prepared to seize it, the dead village woman opened her eyes and used the kitchen knife in her arms to leave a wound on the proprietress' abdomen.

Perhaps, they should be more cautious, after all, this man is carrying more than a dozen lives.

Or maybe they shouldn't be greedy.

But everything is too late. How can there be so many "maybes" in this world?

The blacksmith's vision was blurred, as if he heard the sound of something falling to the ground, and could no longer hear anything else.

——The head fell to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.

Xu Bai held the ghost head knife, without even looking at the blacksmith's body, and stamped his feet slightly.

On the soles of the feet, the golden Bagua reappeared, and the flames enveloped the blacksmith.

Reflected by the firelight, Xu Bai's expression looked slightly gloomy.

After a while, the blacksmith turned into a charred corpse.

"We are all old people, why don't we know the pros and cons? Greed can kill people."

Xu Bai used the ghost head knife as a hoe, dug a big hole in the ground, and buried the two charred corpses.

The corpse was already burnt. Before he buried it, he picked around with a ghost head knife but found nothing useful.

But now, the flames had burned the corpse into a human shape, and Xu Bai was relieved.

He thought for a moment, then carried the wooden box on his back and walked for several miles. Then he dug a new hole, poured the iron beads in the wooden box and left a mark before rushing back to Shengxian County with the empty box.

…

At this time, the night was already deep.

Xu Bai walked to the blacksmith shop, kicked open the door, took several farm tools from inside, and went home quietly.

"Iron beads can no longer be used, but I need new hidden weapons. It seems I have to find other ways."

Sitting on the bed, Xu Bai started to think about it.

…

While he was thinking about it, there was a figure in white walking on the street in the middle of the night.

LiuXu felt something was wrong.

Especially after returning home, the more she thought about it, the more wrong she became.

Zhihe was looking for the blacksmith shop. How could he not have any clues?

Is the paper crane tracing fake?

--impossible.

There can be no problem with the paper crane's tracking. Even if there is a deviation, it proves to be related to the blacksmith shop.

Since this possibility does not hold true, there is only one other possibility left.

——The blacksmith shop proprietress is lying!

Liuxu couldn't think of any other problems. In a shop like that that specializes in making farm tools, if someone builds weird things, it will definitely leave an impression.

Then the only way is to lie.

The more I think like this, the stronger the thoughts in my mind become.

So taking advantage of the darkness, Liuxu returned to the blacksmith shop.

As soon as she reached the door, she raised her hand, knocked lightly, and took out a brush from her sleeve.

The brush was not filled with ink and looked very new. On the barrel of the brush were written the four words "Stepping into the Clouds".

The other hand was not empty either, and a book suddenly appeared and was held in her hand.

"squeak--"

No one opened the door. The moment the catkins knocked on the door, the door was opened by the force of the knock.

"no one?"

Through the open gap, Liu Xu saw the darkness inside the door.

Everyone should be sleeping at this time, why don't you lock the door?

Liuxu was confused.

Even if no one is home, the door should be locked, right?

Did someone really forget to lock the door?

With this thought, she raised her right hand, and the brush glowed.

The tip of the pen was waved gently, and a vague font was written in the air.

The fonts glowed white and shot towards the room.

The light instantly illuminated the house, leaving it empty.

"Is there really no one?" Liu Xu was slightly startled, her eyebrows like willow leaves furrowed, and her red lips slightly opened under the white gauze.

There was no one in the room except the words that glowed white.

"It's weird."

LiuXu thought for a moment and opened the book in her left hand.

There are densely packed words in the book.

When the book was opened, the pages began to fall off and fly up and down around the catkins.

The catkins, which already have an extraordinary temperament, look like a fairy walking out of the book against the background of the book pages, elegant and indifferent.

Scholars are based on divine energy, and most of their methods are related to books.

The articles written in daily life form books, which can be used offensively or defensively.

The brush is the main body and the book is the carrier.

Of course, scholars’ methods don’t end there.

According to legend, there is a truly transcendent person in the academy who can not only write books in the air, but also write a whole body of books. Any book that falls into the hands of a scholar can be used for infinite purposes.

However, with the strength of Catkin Eighth Grade, it still needs to rely on paper.

"It's about to begin."

LiuXu did not go in, but stood there and said something secretly in her heart.

When she finished saying this, the pages changed.

The pages of the book that were originally filled with fairy spirit gradually turned yellow, and at the same time, bursts of black energy filled the air.

In just a moment, Catkin transformed from a fairy in fluttering white clothes into a seductive witch.

"Alas, the sequelae of the paper-tying technique." Liuxu sighed, with a distressed expression.

Who among the women in the world does not love beauty?

Of course she does too.

This temperament doesn't suit her at all.

Of course, sometimes, in the eyes of men, being seductive is actually better than fluttering in white.

Now that the situation was special, Liu Xu just sighed at the spot and walked in directly.

The pages of the book seem to have spirits, guarding the catkins in the middle.

She began to search the house, but found nothing.

No one, not even a living creature.

Catkin was not impatient and continued to search patiently, not even a piece of wood was missed.

After a while, she stopped in front of a wall and knocked on the wall with her hand.