The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

"Hoo-! Hoo-!" The north wind whistled.

The snow gradually became heavier, falling more densely downwards, and soon the surrounding trees were covered with a layer of white snow.

The man carrying the sword was wearing thin clothes. He stretched out his hands and looked at Shang Quanna stiffly.

A gust of cold wind blew by, making the man with the sword shiver from the cold, and his eyes that were narrowed again were full of panic.

But he couldn't help but glance at the bone knife on Shang Quanna's waist.

The man carrying the sword glanced back and forth between Shang Quannai and the Bone Knife, looking at the Bone Knife with fiery eyes without concealment.

Seeing this, Shang Quanna narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly.

Click!

He put his hand on the handle of the bone knife at his waist.

The man carrying the knife immediately shrank his pupils in fright, and staggered back with his cold and sore calves!

"I am so sorry!!"

Boom!

The man carrying the sword's legs trembled, his calves went weak, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, lowered his head close to the ground, and shouted to Shang Quannai with a trembling voice:

"I'm just a knifesmith! I came to this town to sell knives! But I didn't find anyone!"

"But, I saw smoke from cooking on this mountain..."

"So! That's why I came to this mountain!"

"I didn't mean to intrude on your territory!!"

The swordsmith looked nervous. He knelt on the ground, and his muffled voice came from knocking his head on the ground. His kneeling body was slowly retreating:

"Please let me go!"

As he spoke, seeing that Shang Quannai didn't respond, the swordsman's voice contained some trembling cry:

"Don't eat me..."

"I stand all year round...the meat must be dry and dry..."

"It doesn't taste good...it definitely doesn't taste good...!!"

The knifemaker knelt and curled up and muttered quickly. Apparently he had also heard rumors about cannibals.

The longer Wu Kuai escaped, the wider the scope of the ghost's spread.

The swordsmith trembled. He raised his head and glanced at Shang Quannai, who was staring down at him. The moment their eyes crossed, he jerked his head:

"But! If you insist on eating me...can you let me fulfill my last wish..."

His voice gradually became quieter, and his original screams turned into soft mumblings:

"Give me a look at your sword, even if it's just for a few moments..."

The knife maker closed his eyes, recalling the shocking glimpse he had just seen of the bone knife in his mind, and pursed his lips and gritted his teeth!

He suddenly raised his head from the ground! The narrowed eyes opened, and the monk Quan Nai looked at each other with a determined expression:

"It's not a pity to die here!!"

Although he shouted the oath righteously, the swordsmith's eyes still couldn't help but glance at the bone knife.

He looked at the bone knife, which was integrated into one body, shining with pure white and sharp light in the snowy sky, and swallowed hard.

"this person…"

Shang Quannai narrowed his eyes and looked at the knifemaker who was kneeling and straightening up in front of him, and felt complicated in his heart.

Selling knives?

Knife forging?

Can you shoot a knife?

Shang Quannai looked at the solemn and firm look of the swordsman in front of him, who was swearing solemnly.

He raised his head slightly again and glanced at the sharp knives stuck neatly in the basket.

I secretly had a plan in mind.

xin——!

Shang Quannai grasped the handle of the bone knife at his waist and pulled it out with one hand!

Uh-huh!

A quick horizontal slash!

The bone knife instantly drew a white semicircle in mid-air! Then he stopped steadily in front of the knife maker with his eyes wide open and shining.

Sharp cold light gathered on the tip of the knife, shining brightly in the snowy sky.

The knifemaker looked at the sharp tip of the knife above his forehead in fascination, his eyes narrowed until they were wide open.

His eyes were full of cherishing the treasure, and he carefully looked at the blade of the bone knife as if he had found a treasure.

Feeling a little overwhelmed, his hands tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, rubbing them up and down excitedly.

"I'll die...without any regrets!!"

The swordmaker's eyes were so excited that he opened his mouth slightly, suppressing his excited voice, and whispered.

Large snowflakes fell on him. Although he was wearing thin clothes, he didn't seem to care at all.

Shang Quannai pointed the tip of the knife at the swordsmith's forehead, tilted his head, and asked the swordsmith in an indifferent tone:

"Where did it come from?"

"In the village! A small village in the south!" The knifemaker stared at the bone knife in front of him and answered almost instantly without thinking.

When Shang Quannai heard the word village, he raised his eyebrows, and instantly felt that things seemed to have become more subtle. He continued to ask:

"A village? How many people in the village know how to forge swords?"

Speaking of this, the knife maker's excited expression suddenly became a little sad, as if he had been poured water on it, but he still observed the bone knife carefully and excitedly:

"It's just me and my master."

Hearing this, Shang Quanna curled his lips helplessly, then took back his bone knife and inserted it back into the scabbard on his waist.

The knife maker was not surprised at all when he saw Shang Quan Nai retracting the knife. Instead, he looked happy.

He looked at the satisfied swordsmith in front of him with some disappointment.

He originally thought that he could directly harvest an entire village of swordsmiths.

It seems that he is too whimsical.

Also, the knife-forging village in the original book was also a village that was later reorganized by other knife-forging people.

It is not formed naturally.

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai sighed. He lowered his head and looked at the bone knife at his waist, and then looked at the knifemaker who was kneeling on the ground, his knees already blue from the cold.

He turned his back to the knifemaker.

He raised his left hand and observed it carefully and repeatedly for a while.

Then, he held his left arm with his right hand and dug his nails deeply into the flesh.

Poof!

A few pieces of blood spattered, dyeing the white snow at Shang Quannai's feet red, and also stunned the swordsman kneeling behind him.

Afterwards, Shang Quanna groped around in his left arm, and finally grabbed a bone and pulled it out of his arm!

laugh!

During the process of pulling out, the shape of the bone quickly twisted and deformed.

In the end, Shang Quanna completely pulled out an ulna bone that had transformed into a blade, and flicked it to the side!

Sa!

The remaining blood on the ulna was sprinkled on the snow, and at this moment, the ulna completely turned into a short blade as long as a forearm.

It's a big deal.

The sharp blade shines brightly in the dim sun.

The swordsman kneeling behind Shang Quannai looked at it for a moment.

He stared at the blood flowing continuously with his mouth open, then turned around and held Shang Quannai with a brand new rib.

Shang Quannai's left arm was limp, but after just a few breaths, he clenched his fist again and glanced at the left arm that had recovered as before.

He held his ribs and made two gestures in the sun, feeling the weight of his hand.

As a ghost, it is relatively easy for him to change the density of his bones.

After that, Shang Quanna threw the rib in his hand towards the swordsman!

laugh!

The sharp ribs plunged straight into the snow in front of the knife maker.

The knife maker raised his head and looked at Shang Quan Nai who was rubbing his radius bone in confusion:

"You...this is..."

Shang Quannai turned around and walked towards the mountainside, saying without looking back:

"It's for you."

When the knife maker heard this, he immediately stood up in shock, holding his ribs with both hands, and was about to refuse in shock.

"Of course, don't worry, there are conditions."