Silent Crown Chapter 161: Multiple lines of injustice
Xiacheng District, Ganluyuan, brightly lit. Baidu search for Geli Literature Net
In the past, the place was full of the smell of spices and hookahs, the voices of Yingying, the rich and beautiful, the enthusiastic servants rushed in every corner, the red sleeves and white yarns were flying in the fragrant wind.
It's like a paradise on earth.
But now there is no ‘paradise on earth’ anymore, there are no spices and hookahs, the girls all screamed and hid in their rooms, their red sleeves and white gauze burning torch.
There are mobs holding open fires and swords everywhere.
These fierce men with turbans rushed out of the open door, like a tide, surrounding the man, clenching their swords, and waiting.
One person, there is only one enemy.
Facing the sight of all the thugs, the ghost hand took off the pipe at the corner of his mouth: "Are there many corpses?"
Behind the crowd, there was a sigh of pity.
Amidst layers of defense, Shi Luoyi stared at him, and his eyes became regretful: The ghost hand is really old.
When he first came to Avalon when he was young, everyone said that the ghost hand is the best killer, unprecedented, and the skill in the palm is unparalleled. All those who were targeted by him would die violently.
But then he took the job that he shouldn't handle, touched something he shouldn't touch, and violated the shaman's rules, so that hand was cut off by the shaman himself.
Since that hand was chopped off, the ghost hand has no results at all.
Even if the hand is connected again, the broken bones will not come, and become a shaman's dog... After so many years, not only has he been so old, he has forgotten his skills. Is the second clean? "
"Why sigh?"
Ghost laughed when he heard his voice. He raised his head and stared at the sly eyes behind the crowd:
"Siluo Yiduo, although I am here to take your life. But meeting old friends is not something to be happy about?"
"In theory, something sneaky like you. Shouldn't it come to the door in the dark?"
Siluoyi asked in a cold voice: "Do you think you came here and said you're looking for me. I'm going to serve my head obediently?"
"Sorry, you may have misunderstood."
Ghost smiled, shook his head, squeezed out his pipe, put it in his arms, and said softly: "I was indeed a killer before, but I am not good at stealth and assassination, and I have never done lurking. And patience.
It can be said. I’m not good at this—"
He paused, reached out and took off the glove on his right hand:
"—Because I like to go to the front entrance."
On the black leather gloves, the six concealed buckles were unfastened one by one under his instigation. When each concealed buckle was unbuttoned, a belt bound to the back of his hand bounced.
Patter, patter, patter, patter...
In the end, the glove that had been tightly bound for years fell off silently. Quietly fell to the ground. As the sleeves of the ghost hands slowly rolled up, the palms hidden under the long-tube gloves finally revealed their true features.
In the reflection of the torch. There is nothing there.
Nothing!
Siluo Yiduo's expression changed, a sharp look appeared in his eyes, and the fingers behind him flicked slightly.
In the darkness of the roof, a scream shot out of thin air.
Ding!
An arrow smeared with dark green venom suddenly appeared, but it solidified in the air, solidified in front of the ghost hand-as if being held tightly by an invisible palm.
Looking at everyone's shocked eyes, the ghost hand laughed and tried to'tighten the five fingers', so the crackling of knuckle rubbing sounded in the blank.
The arrow shattered. Turned into powder.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his ‘hand’. Penetrating into the chest of the enemy in front of him, he slowly pulled out.
There was no bleeding. There were no scars, no abnormalities, but a heart still beating in his hand.
Puff.
The man who lost his heart fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. Even if he drank the precious potion and squeezed out how much vitality, he couldn't regenerate the heart in an instant, then it would be useless to face this trick.
"As you can see, Mr. Siro Yita."
The ghost hand stepped forward with a polite voice: "I don't know how to use swordsmanship, use arrows, and don't know how to poison and sneak attacks. The only thing I can do is this trick.
Fifteen years ago, when my right hand was still there, I used it to pierce the enemy's chest and dig out the heart. After losing my right hand, I found that I could omit a process instead.
For so long, what you have done has humiliated this city, but today is the day when the humiliation ends. "
Puff!
The heart in his hand shattered suddenly, and blood splashed from between the tightened fingers, like a spilt rain of blood, and a drop fell on Shi Luo Yiduo's face.
Feeling the warm breath falling on his face, Shi Luoyi dullly raised his fingers and wiped his face. After seeing the blood between his fingers, he was stunned, his face pale suddenly, and he staggered back. .
He screamed, yelling some sort of Tianzhu language, probably killed him, killed him, or let this guy die without a corpse or something.
Therefore, a roar suddenly sounded from the crowd, and a Tianzhu ascetic monk hidden among the brawny men suddenly slammed his hands!
In an instant, a thin figure rushed out of the crowd, chanting Sanskrit, like a sudden explosion of thunder.
Om——!
In an instant, his skin turned into a metallic bronze color, as if suddenly turned into a golden figure, even his weight exploded several times, and his ankle collided with the masonry, and he made a sharp sound.
With his strong breathing, there was a faint sound of thunder rolling in his lungs, and a trace of electric light lit up from the metalized skin, wandering and shooting.
In an instant, the guardian vajra fell from the sky as described in the scripture, and thunder and wind thundered on the ground, shocking the soul.
Following the recitation of the secret note, wherever the Sanskrit sound passed, a brief gap appeared in everyone's mind.
But after this blank space, the vajra monk with thunder and lightning has already rushed toward his face, and the seal on his right hand, like a vajra, smashed on the top! The fist screamed in the air, set off layers of air, evolving to lower the magic and the right way!
In response to the smashed diamond punch, the ghost hand raised his palm. Welcome to the front...
Boom!
For an instant, there was a muffled noise in the air, and electric lights burst. People in Yao couldn't open their eyes. I can only feel that there is something in that ball of electric light that is going back and forth, back and forth, and wandering quickly.
It's something faster than the sound, and shorter than the Thunder. It is also faster. Turns back and forth in an instant, passing a long distance.
It was as fast as a dream that was awakened.
After that moment, there was no more loud noise or sound. After the dazzling electric light dissipated, only two figures remained on the spot.
The ghost hand still stood in place, and the violent ascetics still maintained their original posture, unable to move.
"What are you still doing?"
Siluoyi exclaimed, urging the motionless monk: "Kill him! I invited you here from Tianzhu to make you scary here?!"
The ascetic monk remained motionless.
The ghost hand stared at the angry man from King Kong. A faint trace of admiration appeared in his expression, and he sighed softly:
"Is there really a secret technique under the world that turns flesh and skin into gold and iron? The Tianzhu ascetic monks are really concealing dragons and crouching tigers, which is admirable."
"I lost."
The metalized ascetic monk made a hoarse voice, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Siluo Yiduo... let's run."
Following his words, the breath held in his chest finally vented out. The qi vented, and the ‘secret vajra’ could not be maintained, and he regained his flesh and blood.
Immediately afterwards, it collapsed every inch!
Like liquid, limp to the ground. Turned into a puddle of mud.
The cold moonlight shed from the sky, shining on the invisible hand of the ghost hand, illuminating what he was holding.
——That is a complete bone. From the head to the toes, there was a faint iron cyan color in the pale, and with the shaking of the ghost hand, it gently swayed in the cold wind.
At that moment, he took out all the bones of the ascetic monk through the flesh and blood of gold and iron, many of them!
"Ten years ago, everyone knew that my hands were fast."
In response to those sluggish eyes and pale faces, the ghost hand whispered softly: "It's been so many years. I didn't expect that I have become so fast."
Ten years ago, the skill of ghost hands was unparalleled. So far, it is still unparalleled in the world!
With the release of the five fingers. The pale bones fell to the ground, and the sound was clear, like a string of white-boned wind chimes.
This is the last straw that crushes the strings—Beng!
In the crowd, a roar suddenly sounded, and the man who was about to go crazy raised his knife, rushed to the ghost hand, and cut it off!
The crowd was disturbed, and the balance of the hospital was broken. The effects of the medicine gradually took off. People who had lost their minds smelled the smell of blood and went crazy.
The roar and roar sounded one after another, and the crowd swallowed the ghost hand.
After ten minutes, all sounds disappeared.
For the first time in decades, Ganluyuan has been so quiet and peaceful, like a tomb, full of the silence of death.
The only person standing has been stained red with blood.
With trembling lips, he lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled a curl of green smoke.
The powder mixed in the tobacco was ignited, and as the smoke poured into the lungs and spread, it suppressed the pain from the wound.
The blood dripped on his shoulders, chest, back, legs, and even head. Some blood is the enemy, and some blood is his.
"I am old after all."
The ghost hand sighed softly, frowned with pain, and the night dew was heavy. After getting older, the rheumatism started to commit again. When dodge a dagger just now, his waist flashed, and he couldn't walk in pain. what.
I'm getting old, why don't you accept the old?
He feels a little upset: He has his own old bones, why do you want to learn from the butcher and go to the enemy's den to play the way of bloodbathing the whole family?
It’s not that everyone is like the butcher monster, no matter how you kill it, you can’t kill it...
He sighed softly, raised his blood-stained eyebrows, and looked around.
"——Siluo Yiduo? Are you still there?"
In the silence, no one responded. In the shadows, Shi Luoyi covered his mouth and nose, almost suffocating. He staggered back quietly, but fell on the steps and was crippled.
"I saw you, please wait a moment and don't move there."
When the ghost hand saw him, his eyes lit up, and he moved slowly towards him.
On his right hand, there is still nothing but an empty sleeve.
Ke Xue dyed that invisible right hand red, making it reveal a hideous and changing form, like a projection of a nightmare in reality, transforming all kinds of reflections of hell.
That must be the appearance of death condensed into substance, right?
What exquisite killing skill is it to touch such a terrible state?
Shi Luo Yiduo dullly watched the ghost hand approaching, her eyes desperate. But in the end, a trace of relief emerged from the bottomless despair.
"Hey, did the retribution come today?"
He laughed, mocking himself, his eyes relieved:
"——Several acts of injustice will kill you, come on!"
He pulled off his collar, bare his heart, and determined to face his own death: "This is the principle of karma? All evildoers need to face the punishment of fate..."
"It's not."
The ghost hand reached out into his chest and looked at his seemingly relieved eyes: "In fact, many people who are worse than you live happily throughout their lives, and they grow old in happiness, and their children and grandchildren are full before death.
Why have to make others as unlucky as you? "
Siluoyi was stunned, her eyes fluctuated, and the ‘Release’ that had been forced out was smashed. The face is distorted like an evil spirit.
He glared at the ghost hand close at hand, and opened his mouth, as if to curse loudly, or as if he was about to fight to death, and bit his throat!
But a soft shattering sounded from his chest.
His body trembled a bit~IndoMTL.com~ fell to the ground and twitched, and finally stopped moving.
Before he died, there seemed to be a brief moment of peace in his life... It's a pity that there is no use in forcing peace.
He wants to die with dignity, but unfortunately, death is death. There is no such thing as dignity, and he is still dead like a dog.
Under the moonlight, his corpse gradually stiffened, and his dim pupils reflected the light and shadow of the flames that he had personally ignited in the distance.
Don't stare at you.
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-In the past two days, it has been a little bit less. I'm really sorry. I will fight for more and more today, and there will be another one this afternoon. (To be continued)
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