beg for chivalry

The first sun hangs in the east, and the sky has turned pale.The mule cart set off slowly from the mountain post, stepping over the purple lilies and the slender golden grass that shone in the sun.Not long after, the convoy divided into two columns, one column went into the dense forest and got into the shade of Hovenia dulcis, while the other column walked down the slope path, raising dust like tulle.

After sleeping in the ancestral hall last night, Yu Yiwei felt a little sore in his waist and legs, and when he woke up in the morning, his head was buzzing.He took a breath and changed the medicine and fine cloth for the wound on his face, and then he sat on the car board feeling bored and nervous.

A burst of confusion welled up in my heart.He wanted to save Yu Bingzi, but he didn't know how to do it.The road ahead is long, and he has to walk alone without help.Yu Yiwei vaguely felt that he had peeped into the secret corner of Houtian Tower. Zuo Buzheng, who knew everything about human life and fortune, and the statues in the ancestral hall seemed to be telling a secret story.

Shui Shijiu climbed into the car from the front room.Yu Yiwei was dozing off with his eyes closed, suddenly he felt sharp knife-like gazes drawn all over his body, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Shui Jiujiu looking at him suspiciously.

Yu Yi was very familiar, raised his hand and said, "Brother, good morning."

The knife wound on his hand has not healed, and there is a faint red on the wrapped linen cloth.Shui Jiujiu saw it, and suddenly asked, "How did you get the injury on your hand?"

Naturally, it was pierced by Shui Nineteen.Yu Yiwei knew it well, but didn't change his face: "I told you, don't laugh at me, I was chasing the escaped Tianshan sect disciple back then, and I accidentally got hurt by him."

Shui Nineteen sneered and said, "Incompetent."

Having said that, he didn't leave the car, but walked to sit down in front of Yu Yiwei.Yu Yiwei was straightening his back tremblingly, but he saw him pull out a piece of hemp paper that was folded squarely from his sleeve, and threw the paper into Yu Yiwei's arms with a flick of his fingertips.

Yu Yi was still puzzled, Shui Shijiu said: "Secret orders." Then he raised his chin and pouted his lips haughtily, "Tear it down."

An ominous thought seemed to flash in his heart, but before Yu Yi opened the hemp paper, his heart convulsed violently.He sat there for a long time, then raised his head, and said in an unbelievable tone: "Want...to kill someone?"

The place, name, and time were written on the paper, and a red line was fiercely drawn with a Chinese ink brush on the name, like a hideous scar.Even though Yu Yiwei has never done this business before, he can still guess eight|nine points.

Shui Jiufan wondered: "Isn't it natural for assassins to kill people? If we don't kill them, will we leave other people's hands dirty? It's just that they each perform their duties."

Yu Yiwei only felt his hands were cold and trembling.He obediently agreed, carefully memorized the words on the hemp paper, crumpled the paper into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, grabbed the sheepskin bag on the side, drank a few sips of water to moisten it, and swallowed it.

He managed to swallow this rough thing, and suddenly thought of Yu Bingzi, and hurriedly asked: "Shall we separate from the other convoys?" He rushed to the window of the pavilion, lifted the curtain and looked out, only Seeing that the mule cart he was in was going to the small road first, it really parted ways with the train that the little junior sister was in.The towering ancient cypresses passed slowly by the path, and the sun was shining like a fire umbrella at noon, and the yellow dust was scorching hot from the sun.

Also hot is Shui Nineteen's gaze, burning like a fire, slowly lingering on Yu Yiwei's body.Shui Shijiu saw that he had swallowed the secret order, and suddenly said lightly: "This is not something you should know. Are you from the Ministry of Fire? Remember, you are just the wires of the guns. Just ignite it when you are facing the enemy, and you are not allowed to interfere with other things."

Yu Yiwei was dripping with cold sweat, but he still had the guts to talk nonsense: "A dumb person like Huo Qi is more popular in Houtianlou?"

Shui Jiujiu gave a sneer in a strange way, folded his hands behind his head, stretched his body comfortably, and leaned his back against the car floor.He looked at Yu Yiwei with a smile, and said, "Not bad."

Yu Yiwei feels uncomfortable in his heart.Want him to kill?It would be better for him to kill himself right here.Is he a murder material?Although Yu Jichou and Huo 17 were killed earlier, it was just a measure of self-preservation.And after his hands were stained with blood that day, he had nightmares every night, sometimes he saw Yu Ji's ugly stomach bursting out, blood raining all over the sky, and sometimes evil spirits attacked him, tearing at him with fangs and claws.

A boulder was pressed against his chest, and he felt that he was living more and more like a walking corpse, lingering on his last breath.

Shui Nineteen closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then suddenly grabbed a long sword from behind.Although Mizube is a scout and meticulous, he is indeed agile.Yu Yiwei only saw a flower in front of his eyes, and saw a pitch-black sword blade stretching across his eyes, blocked by Yunzhi sword, about three feet long.

The assassin held the sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at the tip of Yu Yiwei's nose, with evil spirits in his eyes.In an instant, Yu Yiwei's cold sweat was like a waterfall, soaking his black shirt.

When he was panicking, he saw Shui Nineteen sneered and said, "What are you afraid of?"

I am afraid that you will cut me.Yu Yi didn't dare to say it, but saw the edge of the sword swayed, skilfully brushing the tip of his nose.The long sword swirled deftly in Shui Nineteen's hands, and he held the hilt in his palm in an instant.

The assassin from the Ministry of Water sheathed his sword and threw the long sword to him: "Take it. Your previous sword is short and useless."

"Take...what are you doing?" Yu Yiwei was dumbfounded, but obediently took the sword and tied it to the belt.

Shui Nineteen sneered at him, his eyes seemed to be blown by wind and frost: "Didn't you say that? Go kill someone."

"I will go with you."

After a short time, the mule cart entered Chengyili.There is a lantana tree planted on the wall of the gray city, and before it blooms, it reveals a rich green color.There are clusters of clusters, like green waves when the wind blows.At night, the assassins tied the mules and horses to the stakes and pretended to be cooks to rest in the wine shop.

Yu Yiwei leaned on the eaves, blowing a cool breeze.Strange to say, he couldn't figure out the reason for Hou Tianlou's murder. He seemed to be doing whatever he wanted, killing as he wanted, but he was bound by a secret order not to act rashly.

The taste of killing is just like a strong poison. Some people can't get rid of the addiction and become more and more sinking;Yu Yi didn't know what kind of person he was, but he knew that there was a dead end anyway, either by being killed by the Houtianlou assassins, or killing himself in a nightmare-like massacre.

Under the corners of the cornices, the candles are shining brightly, and the cups of wine are intertwined.The red lacquered wooden chairs were full of people, laughing and talking loudly.Shui Shijiu pointed out a few people for him to watch carefully, his eyes flashed in confusion, and his palms were sweating.

"Where is the man to be killed?" he asked.

Shui Jiujiu stretched out his hand and pointed, but Yu Yi didn't look around, but saw a mass of heads, and he didn't know who he was referring to.

Yu Yiwei laughed, "Brother, I don't understand what you mean."

Shui Nineteen said lightly: "All."

"What?"

"I said," Shui Nineteen looked at the crowd indifferently, and said coldly, "all the people in this restaurant."

After that, everything is like a dream, no longer real.Yu Yiwei only felt that his body and mind seemed to be split in two, completely unconscious.The sharp and loud porcelain whistle pierced the sky, disturbing the tranquility.He lit the fire wire according to Shui Nineteen's words, and broke the bright paper lanterns one by one.It was like falling into the night in front of my eyes, I couldn't see my fingers when I stretched out my hands, and I could only hear howling like thunder bursting out in an instant, and then the tables and stools were overturned, and the cups and bowls were broken, like a thunderstorm mixed with thunder.

The whistling sound of assassins brandishing swords hovered in the ears, the sharp blades pierced the flesh, and the blood rained.Yu Yiwei stood stunned in the bloody storm, and suddenly let out a hoarse cry.He thought of the night when the Tianshanmen disciple died, and Yu Zhixu who was lying in a pool of blood. This is a tragic scene that would be staged in dreams every night, and now it will repeat itself.

"Draw your sword, Fire Seventeen!"

Amidst the chaotic crying and howling, Shui Nineteen's angry shout came from afar.

Yu Yiwei exhaled deeply, and inhaled the strong bloody smell into his stomach again.He wished he could knead himself into a ball and bury him deep in the ground, never to pay attention to the burning eyes cast on him by others.

The assassins were all fighting, and bloodstains like red plums were sprinkled on the white and yellowed window paper, sometimes like thick ink and heavy brush, sometimes like lightly painted.A person's body was chopped off by a sword and hit the door panel.

Shui Jiujiu jumped to Yu Yiwei's side, grabbed his hand and looked at it, frowning immediately. "What are you doing?"

Yu Yi has been trembling since just now.In his hand he held the long sword given to him by Shui Nineteen, and the sword was clean and cold, like a mirror, without butter, blood, stains when it was cut into the flesh, and no gaps when it was cut into the bone.

"Don't do it yet? Are you still an assassin?" Shui Nineteen grabbed his skirt and shouted like a cannonball.Almost all the assassins are taking pleasure in fighting, but this weird Huo Qiqi stood trembling and motionless.

Being pushed and shoved vigorously, Yu Yiwei was pushed in the middle of the blood-stained wine shop in a daze.His ankles were grabbed by the dying man over and over again, some assassins slashed in the air, split open the traveler's belly, cut out the liver and intestines, and fell on him wetly.

Yu Yiwei raised his sword and asked tremblingly, "Why?"

"What do you mean?" Shui Nineteen was puzzled.

"Why do you want to kill these people?" As if the smell of blood rushed to his mind, he no longer cared about showing his timidity in front of the Houtianlou assassins, and asked in a whisper, "Why did I take people's lives here?"

Shui Jiujiu cut off the head of the dying traveler with a sword, and said coldly: "We just need to follow the landlord's order. People need reasons for killing people, but knives are different." In the dim night, Yu Yiwei saw that his face was covered with blood, which was hideous and terrifying, but his eyes were burning like fire. "Huo Shiqi, you just came out of Shizha, maybe you haven't got rid of the shackles yet, but from now on you will be just like us, there is no human feeling at all."

In an instant, Yu Yiwei suddenly felt his wrist tighten, and it was Shui Shijiu who firmly grasped his wrist.

After the words were finished, there was a stagnant but soft touch on the tip of the sword.Yu Yiwei's mind like a thunderbolt went blank for a moment: this is the feeling of the sword piercing into the flesh, the pain and shock of killing people in the past suddenly emerged again.

"Aren't you good at killing people, and you want me to teach you so that you can understand—"

The assassin held his hand and nailed the long sword firmly to the ground, just as it passed through the heart of a body on the ground, blood gushed like a spring in an instant.Yu Yiwei was stunned for a moment, looking at the body on the ground that was becoming more and more stiff while twisting, suddenly realized that he had killed someone!

"Today," Shui Shijiu said, his eyes were curved, but fierce and terrifying. "...is the first day you became a ghost."