Chapter 126 Uncle Iron

Liucheng is a city with a lot of people and miscellaneous things.

The place where Bai Chou flew to was not Liucheng, but Liuzhen.

Liuzhen is not far from Liucheng, only 1,200 miles.

There are already millions of players and Jianghu people in Liucheng, and there are more, but Liuzhen is almost a dead town!

When Bai Chou arrived, it was already night. The wind is strong.

The wind blew from the west, and the roar was like a ghost pawn waving a whip, which cooled the heart of the returnees and scattered the souls of passers-by.

Fortunately, there are no returnees or guests here.

There is nothing here.

There is no donkey carriage sedan on the street, no business in the shop, no charcoal in the stove, no vegetable, rice, fish in the pot, and no fragrance of swallows and fat powder and shaved oil in the boudoir.

Because there is no one here, not even a living person.

A dead silence.

Bai Choufei seems to have become the only person here. He didn't know where to go or where others were waiting for him.

No one, no one on the street, no one in the house, no one inside or outside, no one should be in danger, because the most dangerous people in the world.

What animal in this world kills more people than "humans"?

But if there is really no one left, it's another kind of horror.

Although this town is abandoned and lonely, it is still very "fresh and clean". There are no cobwebs in the corner of the house, iron utensils are not rusty, the oil in the lamp is not withered, the rest of the clothes and bedding are not moldy, and even the dust on the tables and chairs is not much.

- Did the residents here move away in a hurry overnight?

- Why did they move so hastifully?

Bai Choufei is not a person who can find out the reason from a trace of clues, so he just holds the knife in both hands and points the tip of the knife forward. He doesn't care where it is or where to go.

The wind is blowing, the clouds are drooping, and the figure is as thin as bamboo. The sky and the earth are dim, as light as ink.

Suddenly, a sound sounded from a distance.

Not on this street, but on the street of another street.

He walked across the street, turned around, and saw a man.

There are still fifty-one people standing there, but there is only one person in Bai Choufei's eyes.

His essence, his body, his brilliance, his fierceness, and the various forces revealed from him are not comparable to the other fifty people.

Even if the fifty people add up, they are not as good as him.

Because he is the pillar of all the heroes and heroes on the Southwest Road, the iron man sitting in Chang'an.

- Uncle Tie has no other name. His surname is Tie, and his name is Uncle Tie.

- Uncle Tie is seven feet, nine and a half inches tall and weighs 139 catties. It is said that his favorite woman, Yang Yu, once asked him to do something for her.

She asked him to take off his clothes and carry his strength. Let her count how many bulging muscles he can have?

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Yang Yu told her close friend: "There are really three hundred and eighty-seven, one is quite a lot, and each one is as hard as iron."

Uncle Tie's golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt, and the hard kung fu practiced by Thirteen Taibao are famous all over the world.

His concubine Yangyu is as gentle as a sheep, as smooth as jade, and no one knows.

It's a pity that this sheep girl's close friend is not a gentle big girl like her, but a gentle little man.

- In some ways, an invincible man is definitely not as good as a gentle little man.

Of course, Uncle Tie is never gentle.

But he is definitely not grumpy.

Because he already knows that he can't do anything but bad things.

He watched Bai Choufei appear here without any expression on his face, as if he were watching a mouse break into the granary at home. He didn't mind the mouse eating more, because he would definitely kill the mouse!

But he did not kill Bai Choufei, because the person standing next to him suddenly whispered a few words in his ear, and his face immediately changed from expressionless to laughter, and even waved to Bai Choufei with a smile: "You're early."

"It's better to come early than not." Bai Choufei answered, but what he said was a little strange. People usually only say that it's better to be late than not to come.

When Bai Choufei said this, Uncle Tie couldn't answer.

If Uncle Tie can't answer, he will naturally stop talking to him. Just as he doesn't exist, he continues what he just wanted to continue.

Uncle Tie's energy is like an iron arrow on the string. He shouted, "Come on, someone."

"Yes!"

Of the fifty riders, there are thirteen horses sitting in the carved saddle, with faces like plates, necks like sticks, shoulders like scales, backs like turtle shells, and waists like old trees. They don't even move.

In addition, the thirty-seven knights got on the horse and got off the horse again. When they got off the horse, their waist was like a spring willow and curved like a snake plate. He is about 20 years old, and his young and bright eyes are full of snake-like flexibility and viciousness and an indescribable cold patience.

"Twenty-seven," said Uncle Tie, "It only takes twenty-seven."

His voice was low and stern: "Those who are sick should retreat first, and those who are entangled with love should also retreat."

No one retreated.

Uncle Tie was furious and shouted angrily, "Do you all want to die here?"

No one opens his mouth, and if he doesn't open his mouth, it is the default. Although every face is very beautiful, every beautiful face has an expression of "willing to die at any time".

Uncle Tie stared at them and finally sighed gently; "Then you might as well die now!"

Thirty-seven people, thirty-seven knives.

Everyone has a knife at his waist, choking, thirty knives out of the sheath.

Although six people have already held the handle of the knife, they are just holding it.

Their knives are still in the scabbard.

Then, in this moment, these six people were already six dead people.

- Suddenly, there was an incision of blood on everyone's throat.

It's like the red silk-like incision left by a person who accidentally scrapes the corners with a razor.

But as soon as the red silk appeared, the blood spewed out like a fountain.

When they fell down, their blood just sprayed up, and when their blood spilled, it didn't fall on them.

- Is this their luck? Or is it unfortunate?

Their blood actually fell into the cold mud, and even the kind of autumn wind and autumn rain that could have been cold to death after falling into it.

Six thin rays of light, six blood incisions, blood like sudden spray, light like electricity.

Suddenly, all of a sudden, the blood of six relatively seedless people spewed out like a fountain for a long time.

- Whether this person is a good person or a bad person, whether he has seed or no seed, as long as he is a human, the blood is the same blood. When it is ejected, it can be sprayed for a long time.

Six people fell down, and thirty-one people stood. Those who had no guts fell, and those who had guts did not fall.

"I have guts" means that I am righteous, courageous, and not afraid of death. In the face of life and death, I will never frown, let alone draw a knife when I should draw a knife.

On the battlefield, at the critical moment of life and death, the more people are afraid of death, the faster they die. Just like in the casino, the less money, the more afraid of losing, usually lose the most.

There are many things in the world that are like this.

But don't think this is true. As long as you go to the gambling table, you will always lose, go to the battlefield, and always die.

There are only thirty-one left for the fifty iron riders brought by Uncle Tie.

"Only the dead can absolutely keep a secret." Uncle Tie said, "This is a very correct and very smart sentence, but I'm not the first to say this sentence. I'm not so smart yet."

He said, "But now this sentence is a famous saying that everyone understands, and you must also understand it."

Yes, everyone understands that what their boss means is to die.

Except for the twenty-seven silks who wanted to attack the enemy from their hiding place on the decisive day, everyone else had to die. No one wanted to die, but they had no choice but to die.

Why are there still thirty-one people alive now? Is Uncle Tie's order not as effective as in the past?

The silk warriors who are ready to ambush for a fatal blow on the day of the decisive battle also have to choose 27 out of the 29 people.

The candidate has not been decided yet, so twenty-nine people are still alive.

What about the other two people?

Two people, one old and one young, the old one is sixty or seventy, and the young one is sixteen or seventeen, but in their eyes, they also have a fighting spirit that is not afraid of death.

The old man is about to die. Life and death are just a flick. What is the joy of life? What is the fear of death? Why is it more glorious not to die?

Young people don't know how to be afraid of death. If you want to die, go to hell, at least you have to fight to die!

Uncle Tie doesn't seem to be interested in this matter at all.

As an old man, he usually knows when to transfer a thing to someone else to take over at the right time, especially when it has come to an end and there is a little trouble.

If you dare to resist the old man, of course, he is a person who is a little troublesome. Usually there is more than a little trouble.

At this moment, there are two biggest troubles. One is that the old man has the experience of fighting, and the other is that the young man has the courage to work hard.

The old man Wang Zhongping, whose name is ordinary and his appearance is ordinary, but in his life, he has killed ninety-nine people in an ordinary way under a quiet situation. After killing, there is no future trouble.

--Is it a little troublesome to kill such a person?

The young man's surname is Lu. He is an orphan. He has no name. His nickname is "Agan", which means that as long as he "meets", no matter who you are, I will work with you.

He has no home.

At least more than 20 times, people thought he was dead, but he didn't die.

- Do you think it's a little troublesome for such a person?

Agan clenched his fists and stared at the old man in green robe standing next to Uncle Tie, with his eyes as sharp as a wolf.

Uncle Tie turned a blind eye. The old man in green robe didn't look at it at all. Wang Zhongping warned with his eyes, but A Gan was determined to do it.

At the moment when he made up his mind, his man had rushed out, like a hungry wolf suddenly saw a sheep flying out and grabbed the old man's throat and heart with his "claws".

His killing action really looked like a wolf.

The old man in green robe is not a sheep.

His figure suddenly retreated like a ghost. The silk thread in his hand was held out from all directions, and the silk in his hand was shining like silver light, weaving into a net.

Agan suddenly found that he was already in the net, and the net was tightening. A silver thorn suddenly appeared in the hand of the old man in green robe, and suddenly pierced Agan's mouth from the silk net.

Agan was about to shout. The thorn in the hand of the old man in the green robe was already in Agan's mouth. As long as he entered another point, A Gan would die and die cleanly. Absolutely nothing more than that, but he retreated quickly. He didn't even take a look at Agan who almost died under him.

He is looking at Bai Choufei, and Uncle Tie is also looking at Bai Choufei.

Both of them looked a little gloomy. Bai Choufei was still holding a knife in his hands as when he first came over, but the tip of his knife pointed to the old man in green robe.

Uncle Tie suddenly said, "What do you want to do?"

"I want him!" Bai Choufei didn't say who it was, but Uncle Tie knew who he was talking about.

Uncle Tie looked at him seriously and did not answer. He is thinking.