Chapter 35 Two Shadows

It is a very unusual New Year for all the people in Qingcheng tonight.

At the moment when the New Year's bell rings, some people sigh, some sigh, and some people look forward to it. In short, everyone has everyone's thoughts in their hearts, and everyone is absolutely different.

After stopping at Xuanmen Pavilion, Zhao Daotu got out of the car and said to the window, "Sparrow boy, would you like to come in and sit down?"

The yellow finch shook its head, "No, uncle, you should also rest early!"

"That's good. Slow down when you go back."

"I know, then I'll go, uncle!"

"Go ahead!"

Tiguan turned around at the door of Xuanmen Pavilion and went to the exit of the cat's mouth.

Zhao Daotu looked at it from afar. It was not until Tiguan gradually disappeared from sight that he knocked on the door.

After only two times, the door had already opened, and Zhao Zheng poked out half of his head. To be honest, the old man was also a little impatient to wait.

The room of Xuanmen Pavilion is very warm. In order to set off the atmosphere of the New Year, Zhao Zheng even specially made a charcoal fire. The snow outside is vast, and the charcoal fire inside is like spring. This feeling makes people nostalgic and makes people feel particularly warm.

"Is everything done?" Zhao Zheng looked at Zhao Daotu while roasting the fire.

Zhao Daotu nodded, "Twelve Japanese, eleven died, and one was released."

"Why let it go?" Zhao Zheng was a little puzzled.

"The old woman let it go. She said, let that guy go back to Japan, and then kill the prestige of that group of Japanese." Zhao Daotu's face is uncertain.

"Dead old woman, I like to play tricks!"

"It's the same thing whether you let it go or not. Anyway, even the Japanese will know about this matter, and there is no room for compromise between China and Japan, especially for the people in the world, we will not compromise!"

"The matter of the Japanese is everyone's business. This is the past, but what about the others?" Zhao Zheng rubbed his hands and said, "After this incident, I'm afraid the next goal will be on October Feng."

Zhao Daotu rubbed his temple. "The words of Nirvana and rebirth in the early stage have caused a lot of sensation in the world. This time, although not many people got the news about the hanging of the Japanese, it will soon spread all over the world. Generally speaking, Huang Laoer, who peeked at everything in the dark, should be I know that these people now think that there is a ghost axe treasure box in October Maple, so the target will definitely keep a close eye on October Maple. We can ignore these. We only hope that Huang Laoer can appear.

"Do you think he will appear?" Zhao Zheng asked.

Zhao Daotu shook his head, "October Feng is really at the forefront of the storm this time. However, this yellow sparrow boy is naturally adorable. The king's cannon method of the old Wang family is extraordinary. It seems that he has really become a real brother with him. If he intervenes, things will be much more difficult. After all, the foundation of the old Wang family is there, and Sun Haihong An old witch, I don't know what she is thinking. If she also helps the yellow finch, then October Feng may really survive.

"If you say so, you can't force Huang Laoer?" Zhao Zheng said angrily.

"It's not true. All this is our guess. Is the little boy of the Wang family and the old witch Sun Haihong have selfishness? It's really hard to say. Even if they really help the yellow finch desperately, I'm afraid that the people who rely on October Feng are useless. Guys are like hungry wild wolves now. Looking at the fat meat of October Maple, why don't they be cruel and do whatever they can?

"I hope so. In addition to this method, I'm afraid he really can't force Huang Laoer. He can't watch October Feng close down, can he?"

"A October maple is still a small matter. No matter how valuable the October maple is, there must be a number, but the ghost axe treasure box in his hand is different. It is priceless." Zhao Daotu said viciously, "What we want to bet now is whether he really cares about Huang Que. After all, they are his own uncles and nephews, and Huang Que didn't have a father when he was very young. It's not too much to say that Huang Lao Er is his father."

"Huang Laoer..."

Zhao Zhenggang was about to speak, but Zhao Daotu suddenly stopped. He stood up quickly and walked lightly. In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the door. Almost at the same time, there was already a person jumping on the wooden balcony of Xuanmen Pavilion, dressed in black tights, and quickly fled to the exit of the cat's mouth.

Zhao Daotu threw off the cigarette in his hand, and the bullet shot out. His shot was like claws, and he hit the back of the man in black.

The man in black reacted extremely quickly. He suddenly turned around and blocked Zhao Daotu's hands, and his backhand was a palm. When Zhao Daotu dodged, his left and right legs kicked Zhao Daotu's face fiercely.

Zhao Daotu slipped, and his right foot raised a large piece of snow on the ground, and his body ejected up again.

He waved his fists, grabbed him, and swept his legs. At this time, Zhao Daotu was still like an old man. His movements were flowing, and his action was as fast as lightning. It is not too much to say that he is a master.

But the man in black in front of him is also extremely skillful. Although Zhao Daotu's attack is fierce, he can always be overwhelmed. On the snow, there are messy footprints everywhere.

A person rushed out of the door of Xuanmen Pavilion again, and his body was also ridiculously fast. He had reached the front of the two of them.

It's Zhao Zheng.

The two-to-one situation has occurred in an instant.

Both of them looked at the man in black fiercely. I have to say that it was the first time that they dared to eavesdrop on such a critical night. At this moment, Zhao Daotu and Zhao Zheng were very nervous, because they didn't know what this person had heard?

The man in black obviously felt anxiety. After shaking, he ran away. The two of them pressed step by step. The man in black turned around, and the hidden weapon in his hand shot horizontally. A row of silver needles as thin as a bee came all over the world.

Zhao Daotu quickly lifted his robe, waved it left and right, and connected all the hidden weapons to his robe. But when he looked at it again, the man in black had already rushed out of the cat's mouth and disappeared.

This guy moves too fast. He thinks very clearly that he may win against Zhao Daotu, but if there is another person, it will not be so easy. Besides, this is Zhao Daotu's territory. In case it disturbs the other people in the cat's mouth, it will be very bad for this kind of hidden identity.

Zhao Daotu gritted his teeth fiercely and walked into the room with Zhao Zheng.

Almost at the same time when the Xuanmen Pavilion closed the door, under the beam of the opposite shop, another dark shadow slowly fell to the ground. After watching left and right, it quickly left.

And just now, he witnessed everything that the three of them were fighting.

Zhao Daotu and Zhao Zheng returned to Xuanmen Pavilion and closed the door.

"Can you see who it is?" Zhao Zheng said softly, with a ferocious face.

Zhao Daotu shook his head, "The other party moves too fast to see clearly."

"Could it be Huang Laoer?" Zhao Zheng doubted.

Zhao Daotu shook his head, "It shouldn't be him, this person's skills..."

"Not necessarily. Huang Laoer has too many things that we don't know. How can you be sure that he doesn't hide anything in front of us?"

Zhao Daotu lifted his robe, took off 18 silver needles from it, and looked carefully, "The person who can launch this kind of hidden weapon is not simple. The biggest feature of this hidden weapon is also the biggest difference from other hidden weapons. Ordinary hidden weapons such as darts and knives directly hurt people's lives and cause wounds. However, this kind of silver needle pierces the acupuncture point of the human body, but it can have the purpose of killing the invisible. The first thing to launch this hidden weapon is the technique and force. Of course, it is very important to see the acupuncture point of the human body. Who is this person? I have never heard of anyone using this kind of hidden weapon.

"I think it's Huang Laoer. This guy is so incomprehensible." Zhao Zheng was extremely angry.

Zhao Daotu thought for a while, "It's not like a figure."

After saying that, he sat in a chair and said, "Recently, the city has been too chaotic, and there are all kinds of people. I hope this time I can attract Huang Laoer as soon as possible. Otherwise, the sentence of Nirvana Rebirth may be a big disaster in the end."

Zhao Zheng nodded, and the vitiligo on the half of his face turned slightly red, and his face was ferocious and scary.

It was the next afternoon when Mitsui Hong returned to Japan, and what was even more ridiculous was that this trip to China completely scared Mitsui Hong. He also found the phone number of the consulate and got on the plane and arrived in Tokyo.

As for the phone call, he kept secret about his trip to China, because he understood that the four pieces of Baoyu's action this time were confidential in the military department. Once it was leaked, his death would be even worse.

As soon as he got off the plane, Mitsui Hong was directly taken to Yamamoto's residence, a very quiet courtyard.

Mitsui Hong was very worried. He summoned up his courage to walk into Yamamoto's study and knelt on the ground.

Yamamoto was carefully wiping a Japanese samurai sword. He wiped it very carefully, as if it was not a knife at all, but a touching woman's body.

The blade is like a mirror, shining out the face of the Japanese master. It is gloomy, sad and unwilling.

"Mountain...Mr. Yamamoto!" Mitsui Hong was frightened.

He didn't say a word. He still wiped the knife body and wiped it over and over again.

Mitsui Hong felt that he couldn't support it. He lowered his head and seemed to have forgotten the pain of bone erosion in his left ear and left face.

"Junfu, did you sacrifice?"

Yamamoto Ganglie finally opened his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Mitsui Hong nodded quickly, "Brother Noda committed suicide in order not to be insulted by the Chinese!"

Yamamoto shook his head, "Japan is missing another outstanding talent. How about you? Why did you come back?"

"Teacher, teacher, me, I..."

The sweat on Mitsui Hong's forehead suddenly gushed out.

Yamamoto Ganglie still wiped the samurai sword, but said slowly, "Toshifu is dead, and Second Lieutenant Endo is also dead. The ninjas who went with them have also died one by one. Twelve people, only you are left, Mitsui Hong!" Yamamoto roared fiercely.

"Teacher!"

"Why did you come back?"

"Teacher, teacher, I...I..."

"You came back to tell me everything, tell the Chinese people about the conspiracy, and tell the Chinese people's strength?" Yamamoto stared at the coward in front of him.

Mitsui Hong nodded desperately, and the sweat fell on the floor drop by drop.

Yamamoto stood up slowly. He raised the Japanese samurai sword in his hands and said word by word, "Before we set out, I have explained to all of you that the Chinese are not as simple as we think. The hasty action will definitely make us pay the price of bleeding. Unfortunately, none of you will listen. Hong Mitsui, the reason why I let you go to China is not to let you participate in the action, but that you can keep reporting everything about China to me. I hope you can persuade them and choose the opportunity to go. Hey, perhaps letting you go to China is one of the stupidest decisions I have made in my life!"

Yamamoto turned his head fiercely and his eyes widened. His eyes were blood red. He stared at Mitsui Hong. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and took off all the bandages and gauze on Mitsui's face.

"Ah..."

Mitsui Hong screamed loudly. He covered his head desperately, but the blood kept dripping from between his fingers on the floor. His whole body was like a devil in the mountains, his face was bloody and horrible.

"Look at me!"

Yamamoto roared loudly.

Mitsui Hong's trembling and roaring voice stopped abruptly. He fixed his body, and he knelt in front of Yamamoto with a slight trembling.

Yamamoto looked at his wound, his left ear that had been cut off, and the 'X'-shaped scars full of shame on his face.

This is Sun Haihong's biggest provocation to the Japanese.

"Bak!"

Yamamoto roared loudly.

Mitsui Hong didn't dare to move at all.

"Zhi Na, I, Yamamoto, have written down this account!"

"Teacher, teacher..."

As Mitsui Hong was bleeding and talking, his whole cheeks had been twisted.

Yamamoto sighed and suddenly turned around. The samurai sword in his hand fell in an instant, splitting a low table in front of him in half, and the blade almost crossed in front of Mitsui Hong.

"Mitsui Hong, leave your life for the time being. When the Japanese Empire is using people, remember the sentence that belongs to our Japanese warriors. We would rather die than live. We belong to the invincible Yamato clan!"

"Hi!"

With Mitsui Hong's roar, the blood fell drop by drop again.