Xiao Han is preparing to have a big break in these two days. Three times a day, 12 noon, 8 pm, 12 pm. What do you think?
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Wu Daotong dodged slightly to the right. The tall man's steel hook missed, and his left wrist hooked inward. The steel hook was pulled back and hooked towards Wu Daotong's back. Wu Daotong lowered his body to avoid the attack. Following that, he kicked out with his right foot. However, his kick landed on the furnace that was burning brightly with charcoal. The furnace full of red charcoal flew towards the tall man, and at the same time, a wok of cooked oil for deep-fried dough sticks was poured onto his head.
The tall man was shocked and hurriedly jumped back to avoid the red charcoal, but he couldn't avoid the pot of hot oil." Ouch!" The pot of hot oil had splashed on his legs, causing him to cry out in pain.
Wu Daotong's feet leaped into the air and he was already on the opposite roof. He was still holding the iron pincers used to roast the sesame seed cake. Suddenly, a green light flashed and a single saber came slashing down. Wu Daotong raised his iron pincers to block it, and with a clang, sparks flew in all directions. Although his iron pincers were black and unremarkable, they were actually made of pure steel. They actually blocked the single blade. At this moment, a short spear on the left and two blades on the right attacked at the same time. It turned out that the surrounding rooftops were filled with people. Wu Daotong snorted and shouted,"How shameless. Are you trying to win with numbers?"”His body grew longer, and he held the iron pincers in his hands. He blocked the short spear on the left and held the two knives on the right. He actually dismantled the iron pincers and turned them into a pair of Judge's pens. It turned out that the iron pincers he used to roast the sesame seed cake were made from a pair of judge pens.
Wu Daotong used both his pens to attack the opponent's acupuncture points. He still had the upper hand against three opponents. "Fire!" he shouted. With an "ah" sound from the short spear, his left leg was hit by the pen and he rolled down from the roof.
A short and thin old man stood on the roof of the northwest corner. He had his hands on his waist as he coldly watched the three of them fight.
Amidst a white flash, the wielder of the saber was suddenly kicked by Wu Daotong's right foot, somersaulting into the street. The fear of wielding the two sabers suddenly appeared. The two sabers were like snowflakes, protecting in front of him, only defending and not attacking.
The short and thin old man slowly walked over, getting closer and closer. His right index finger suddenly poked out and aimed at Wu Daotong's left eye. This move was extremely swift, and Wu Daotong hurriedly took back his pen and hit his finger. The old man's finger tilted slightly, avoiding the iron pen and stabbing his throat instead. Wu Daotong's brush was already old and he could not change his moves, so he could only take a step back.
The old man took a step forward and extended his right hand to point at his abdomen. Wu Daotong reversed his right pen and smashed it at the enemy's head. The old man charged forward and almost pounced into Wu Daotong's embrace. With this charge, he dodged Wu Daotong's brush and reached out with both hands to grab Wu Daotong's chest. Shocked, Wu Daotong hurriedly retreated. With a swoosh, a long strip of clothing had been ripped off his chest. Wu Daotong did not even bother to check if he was injured. He folded his arms and turned the metal brush upside down. With a move of 'Six Directions Embracing,' the handles of the two brushes smashed towards the old man's temples.
The old man didn't dodge or block. He charged forward again and struck his opponent's chest with both palms. With a cracking sound, who knew how many ribs were broken, Wu Daotong fell from the roof.
The tall man's legs were covered in fire blisters from the hot oil. He was already in a rage, but his legs were seriously injured and he could not jump onto the roof to fight the enemy. He also knew that the short and thin old man, Zhou Mu, was arrogant and conceited. Since he had already made his move, he did not like others to help him. Therefore, he only raised his head and watched the two fight. Seeing Wu Daotong fall from the roof, the tall man was overjoyed. He leaped forward and stabbed his hooks into Wu Daotong's stomach. He was extremely pleased with himself as he raised his head and laughed.
"Leave him alive!" Zhou Mu shouted anxiously. However, he was a step too slow, and the two hooks had already entered his stomach.
Suddenly, the tall man shouted," Ah…" He staggered back a few steps. He saw two iron pens stuck in his chest. From his chest to his back, blood gushed out from the four wounds. His body shook a few times before he fell. Wu Daotong had struck with all his might before he died, and the tall man was caught off guard and was stabbed in the vital parts by the two pens. The Golden Blade Stockade's partner quickly reached out to help him up, but he was already dead.
Zhou Mu did not care about the life and death of the tall man. The corner of his mouth revealed a disdainful expression. He grabbed Wu Daotong's body and saw that he had also stopped breathing. He frowned and shouted,"Strip his clothes and search carefully."”
"Yes!" The four subordinates replied. He immediately stripped Wu Daotong of his clothes. He was carrying a package under his long coat. The two men in black quickly opened the package and saw that there was a bag inside. They immediately grabbed it and pinched it, saying angrily,"Damn it! It was a scam, there was no need to look at it! Quickly search the house."
Over ten men in black entered. There were only two rooms in front and back of the sesame seed cake shop. More than ten people were squeezed inside. Ping, ping, ping, ping. The dishes, bed boards, tables, chairs, and clothes in the shop fell out one by one.
Zhou Mu only shouted,"Search carefully. Don't miss any place!"”
After a long time, it was so dark that it was difficult to see anything. The men lit the torches and tore down the walls and stove of the sesame seed cake shop. With a clang, a clay jar fell into the middle of the street and broke into pieces. The flour in the jar scattered all over the ground.
In the dusk, a filthy little hand sneaked over from the corner of the street, grabbed the sesame seed cake by the ditch, and slowly retracted his hand.
It was a beggar of twelve or thirteen years old. He had been hungry for the whole day and sat weakly in the corner of the wall. The tall man took the sesame seed cake from Wu Daotong and threw it beside the ditch. The little beggar's eyes never left the sesame seed cake. He had long wanted to get it and eat it, but when he saw those fiendish men on the street, he was so scared that he did not dare to move at all. The corpse of the shop assistant lay beside the sesame seed cake. After that, the two corpses of Wu Daotong and the tall man were also lying not far from the shaobing.
When the sky turned dark and the light from the torch could not reach the ditch, the beggar finally mustered up his courage and grabbed the sesame seed cake. He was burning in hunger, and he didn't care about the water and mud on the cake. He took a bite and held it in his mouth, but he didn't dare to chew it, afraid that the men holding swords would hear the sound of chewing. He had a piece of sesame seed cake in his mouth. Although he hadn't swallowed it, his stomach seemed to feel much better.
At this time, the men had already turned the entire pancake shop upside down. Even the bricks on the ground had been dug up one by one. Seeing that he could not find anything else, Zhou Mu shouted,"Retreat!"
Whistle after whistle, followed by the sound of horse hooves, the Golden Saber Stronghold bandits sent out Hou Jianji in batches. The two bandits lifted the tall man's corpse and placed it on the saddle. In a moment, they had left.
Only when the sound of hooves had completely disappeared did there be a faint sound of people on Hou Jianji. However, the townspeople were afraid that the bandits would return, so no one dared to speak loudly. The shopkeeper and another clerk carried their companion's corpse into the shop and hurriedly closed the door, not daring to come out again. However, he heard the sound of pattering from the east and babbling from the west. If it was not the upper row of doors, it would be closed. After a while, there was no one on the street, nor was there the slightest sound.
The beggar saw Wu Daotong's corpse lying on the ground, and no one paid attention to it. He was a little afraid. He chewed a few times and swallowed a small piece of sesame seed cake. Just as he was about to bite again, he saw Wu Daotong's corpse move. The beggar was shocked. He rubbed his eyes and saw the corpse slowly sit up. Little Beggar was so scared that his heart was pounding. He saw the corpse stand up. The little beggar's teeth clashed with each other.
The corpse turned around. Fortunately, the little beggar was hiding behind the corner of the wall, so the corpse couldn't see him. At this moment, the cold moon was shining, but the little beggar could see it clearly. He saw a stream of blood flowing down from the corner of the corpse's mouth. Two steel hooks were still stuck in his stomach. The little beggar gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.
The corpse bent its legs and reached out to grope the ground. It found a sesame seed cake, pinched it, tore it open with both hands, and then threw it down. It found another sesame seed cake, tore it open, and threw it back. The beggar was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his mouth. He saw the corpse groping around on the ground. He ignored whatever he touched. Once he touched the sesame seed cake, he tore it apart and threw it away. As he groped, he walked towards the ditch. When the group of thieves searched the pancake shop, they swept the twenty or so pancakes on the wooden board to the ground. At this time, the corpse picked them up and tore them apart one by one. However, he did not eat them. He tore them in half and threw them to the ground.
The beggar saw the corpse approaching the corner of the wall step by step. He was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but his whole body went soft. How could he lift his legs? The corpse's movements were slow, and it took it the time for an incense stick to burn to tear apart these twenty or so biscuits. He could no longer touch the sesame seed cake on the ground. He slowly turned his head as if he was looking around. The beggar turned his head, not daring to look at him. He was suddenly scared out of his wits. It turned out that although his body was hiding behind the corner of the wall, the moonlight shone from behind him, casting his disheveled shadow beside the corpse's feet. The beggar saw the corpse's feet move again, so he shouted and ran away.
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