beg for chivalry

There is only one sentence in the shakata.

The more important things are often only a few words, and Sheng Hearing is no exception.Yan Jiubian stared at the piece of silkworm paper spread out in his hand, and the cinnabar brush was penetrating the back of the paper, and the words "Kill Lei's family" were written impressively.The bright red is dazzling, like a few horrible bloodstains.

Yan Jiubian's hands and heart were trembling.Lei's family...he silently recited the ominous name in his heart. He heard that the last time the assassins who had received the Shravaka order rushed to the old lair of the Lei's family.It is rumored that they live deep in Jingshi Mountain in Luoyang, and they will produce tens of thousands of tube stone bullets and lead fire bullets a year.Even Jin Yi, the leader of the Jinbu, who is highly skilled in martial arts, was injured by a stray bullet, destroying half of his face.

But now he has to step into this dangerous place, just like a fish in a pond.

Jingshi Mountain, the setting sun is slanting to the west.

A promenade with nine bends and ten folds leads to the Laozi Temple on the top of the mountain.The afterglow of the setting sun, which was as red as blood, fell on the stone steps, and the sky and the earth were bright red.On the three golden domes were densely packed human heads, and everyone erected their guns behind the bridge pillars. The black mouths of the guns faced the figures rushing and flying on the promenade.

This place was originally a place to pray for good luck, but it turned into Shura's blood prison in an instant, and the situation was miserable.The Lei family has the most black fire powder in the world, and they are very good at making firearms. Zuo Buzheng also regards it as a thorn in his side, and wants to swallow this gunpowder dealer who looks like a disaster.

The sound of shouting and killing shook the heavens and the earth, the flesh became mountains, and the blood rained down.The disciples of the Lei family set up iron cannons and stuffed them with lead bullets continuously.Amidst the thunderous roar, the lead bullets flew out and smashed onto the rocks, splashing pieces of scorching flames!The Tube assassins held hands and crawled forward while holding the turtle shield, while the Jinbu assassins fought hard on both sides.

Blood and flesh were flying in the long corridor, but Yan Jiubian had already climbed to the golden roof without a sound.

He and several Water Ministry assassins hung on the rock wall with their hooks and claws, carefully avoiding the bridge pillars with Lei family disciples, and entered the temple from behind.Looking from the side, I saw blood flowing like a river on the stone bridge, and corpses lay everywhere.No matter how brave the Jinbu Assassin's body was, he was no match for the fireball. Where the fireball pierced through, his skin was scorched black and his bones were dense.

Yan Jiubian felt a chill in his heart, and murmured, "There are many dead..."

The Shuibu Assassin beside him sighed: "That's the case with the Shravaka. There are many people who come, but few who go back."

"The assassin of the Jinbu...so easily lost his life?"

The clothes-snatching ghost watched the Jinbu assassins coming in like a wave. They shattered like waves hitting the meteorite, falling to pieces, and their flesh and blood were washed in the ground whose original color could not be discerned.Assassins are used to sneak attacks at night, they are not good at fighting face to face, but at this time they tried their best to use their swords as bait to resist the arrow artillery.

"How are they different from us?" The assassin next to him said quietly, "They are all human."

Yan Jiubian was speechless as if choking.He always looks up at Jin Bu who can show his sharpness in the battlefield, and puts himself in a low position, never thinking that they are the same.

But this saravaka was actually more dangerous than he thought.When Jin Wu returned that day, drenched in blood, he had a vague realization in his heart.Even if his martial arts skills are as high as Rakshasa's, he still can't get out of his body, and his hope of returning to Tongle Temple alive is really slim.

He looked at the sea of ​​blood and thought silently: Jin Wu must have seen this scene before.But his heart must be beating faster and more urgently than Jin Wu at this time, as if an invisible hand suddenly grabbed his throat, strangling him to death in fear.

Assassins from the Ministry of Water turned into the temple, only to see darkness around them.There are three giant statues in the hall. Lao Zhuang holds scrolls in his hands and makes formulas with one hand, standing among flowers and colored candles.The golden curtain fluttered, stretching like butterfly wings.

The Lei family has only one copy of the "Fire Snake Sutra", which was written on top of the "Fire Dragon Artifact Formation" and combined with several generations of the Lei family's income. Obtain the "Fire Snake Sutra" from this secret store.One of the three golden summits of Jingshi Mountain must have this book enshrined, so when the Ministry of Gold was in front to lure the enemy, assassins from the Ministry of Water sneaked into the temple to search for it.

As soon as Yan Jiubian fell to the ground, he heard the people beside him say in surprise, "...strange."

"what happened?"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Jiubian already knew the clue.My heart suddenly pounded heavily, and immediately hung in my throat.Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and slid down the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose.He suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange bulge of the yellow cloth under the altar, vaguely outlining the outline of a long pipe.

It was the shape of a firecracker.

It's an ambush, someone is lying in ambush with a firecracker, waiting to catch them all, smashing their heads with lead bullets!

"Jump up! Someone is lying under the table!" In desperation, he yelled loudly, Dang Lian felt that something was wrong, and this shout might attract the disciples of the Lei family outside the temple gate.And the fact was exactly as he expected, suddenly, the lacquered wooden door closed heavily behind him, and when the door leaves collided, there was a loud noise like an earthquake.

In an instant, the temple was soaked in darkness like thick ink.

There is pitch black everywhere.Yan Jiubian touched his heart in panic, can a human heart beat so fast?At this moment, he only felt that his heart seemed to be tied to a runaway horse, and every jump would bring tremors that were almost unconscious.

There seemed to be shooting stars passing by in the distance, accompanied by sharp cries, illuminating the darkness.But after a moment, Yan Jiubian realized that it was the sparks flickering from the mouth of the bird's muzzle. In the darkness, dozens of firecrackers sprayed fire towards them!At the same time, intense mourning came and went.

The burning sensation came from the skin, Yan Jiubian staggered, and suddenly found himself falling to the ground in embarrassment, as if a small hole had been dug out in his leg suddenly, and a lead bullet filled with pain went in through it.

Got hit, he got hit.Intense fear climbed up his heart like a vine, and Yan Jiubian twisted his face due to the pain.He lay down on the ground with difficulty and moved slowly, only to feel the fireballs flying around against his ears, and the sharp airflow cut through his whole body.He crawled into the pool of his companion's blood, touched a few limp corpses, and just woke up like a dream: he has accepted the highest sharana order in Houtianlou, and death is a common occurrence, while living is a rare event.

At this moment, there was a uniform chirping sound in the temple, and the lamps and candles surrounding the statue of Lao Zhuang were lighted up in tacit agreement, illuminating the scene of the temple with the light of the fire.Yan Jiubian's color changed suddenly, and what appeared in front of his eyes was half a head!

White brains and viscous blood spilled all over the floor, as if he was lying in the bloody puddle after the gluttonous death, with half of his companion's intestines still hanging on his body.The fire bombs blasted the chambers of the Water Department assassins, smashing them into pieces like a sieve.

The lamps and candles were constantly burning, as if a bright ocean surrounded the towering bronze statue, reflecting the temple like daytime.

Looking at it now, Yan Jiubian realized that the temple was divided into two floors, which was unexpectedly spacious.Vermilion lacquered pillars, colorful patterns, and on the second floor are disciples of the Lei family standing with firecrackers, each of them holding a white candle in his hand, silently watching him with dark pupils, his figures overlapping like ghosts.Dozens of firecrackers stared at him like ghost eyes.

Upstairs came down a young man wearing a cloak of jade-colored gourd buttons, leaning on a dove in his hand to support the old man, with a fair face, two mustaches on his lips, and a sly look when he smiled. The young master of the family is Lei Yan.

Lei Yan saw the ghost who was kneeling on the ground, and smiled cunningly: "There is just one evil ghost left behind, catch him, let me have a good interrogation!"

It seems that the disciples of the Lei family have been hiding here for a long time, and they want to catch a member of the Ministry of Water for interrogation.Among the five parts, the one closest to the Zuozhuzhu is just the close-knit Water Department. This time they played a self-defeating game, not only did they not steal the Fire Snake Sutra, but they became the fat fish that the Lei family wanted to catch.

Seeing Lei Yan proud, the disciples of the Lei family all bowed their hands in flattery: "Young master has good eyesight! All the thieves in Houtianlou will be buried here today!"

"Last time, they were defeated and fled, but this time they didn't give up and made a comeback again! But according to the young master's wise opinion, it's no problem to put this kind of bastard in front of the Lei family..."

Yan Jiubian was startled, and hurriedly bit the medicine packet inside the copper noodle.The green vitriol that can melt the face of people is sealed in the medicine bag, even if it is dead, it will make people unable to see what it looks like when it was born.His hands and feet were pierced by the fire bullets, and now he can't move, and there is absolutely no way to escape.

But he was still one step too late, the disciple of the Lei family stepped forward in three steps at a time, and lifted his bronze face violently!The medicine bag fell to the ground, Yan Jiubian thought it was not good, immediately lowered his head decisively, and touched the silkworm thread next to his face with his fingers.His face was sewn on since the day he saw Zuo Buzheng, and he used an easy-feeling face. Now that he is torn off, no one will know his appearance.

But maybe he hesitated for a while when tearing off the skin, before he could hook the silkworm thread with his fingertips, he was severely beaten by Lei Yan with a crutch.Immediately after his fingers were stepped on by his leather boots, the phalanges were brutally crushed one by one, Yan Jiubian howled miserably, tears streaming from his eyes.

With shadows covering his face, Lei Yan looked down at him who was in a state of embarrassment, and asked contemptuously: "Hey, kid, who are you? How many people are you in the waiting building? Tell me your name!"

Yan Jiubian gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Everyone who came with you died here. I am showing mercy. I saw that you are capable, so I asked you. Are you the guardian in the Houtianlou? If so, we will treat you well and never I will treat you with some hard work." Lei Yan walked around him, with a cunning light in his eyes, persuading him.

"..."

There was a bruise on the side of the cheek, Lei Yan lifted his chin with a walking stick, and looked at him playfully, "I never imagined that the Houtianlou assassins would look like this under the ghost's face, the assassins outside used medicine to corrode their faces when they died It’s gone, it’s scary as if it’s been plowed, but now it seems that you have a good appearance, no wonder Houtianlou Yasha is willing to raise you to be her pet.”

Yan Jiubian stared at him angrily, and wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself without saying a word.But at this time, someone grabbed his hair from behind and stuffed the cloth into his mouth firmly.

"Take it into the dungeon and watch, I still have something to ask him slowly." Lei Yan sneered, his eyes gleamed coldly, and the last trace of patience faded away, "Punishment can be used first, and the punishment should be beaten first." One hundred copper whips. Then use hemp rope to twist his hands until they are useless."

Lei Yan glanced at Yan Jiubian, stomped the sole of his boot heavily on his head, and spat on his face as contemptuously as if treating an ant, and said.

"If you hit your body softly, your mouth won't be hard enough."