Chapter 29 The Discovery of Catkins

The blacksmith raised his head and looked at the roaring Ghost Head Knife.

The icy light of the knife reflects the coldness under the moonlight, which makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

The face of the man holding the knife is also icy cold, his eyes are like ice that will not melt for thousands of years, just looking at it, he will unconsciously look away.

He never thought that it would be this way of death.

Walk in the rivers and lakes for many years, the blacksmith has thought about many ways to die, after all, few people can get a good death after walking the rivers and lakes.

But he never expected that he would be roasted to death.

The reason may be that he really didn't expect that the other party was not just a warrior.

He discussed with the proprietress, even if the opponent is an eighth-rank warrior, even if they are within the burst distance of the warrior, they are 100% sure that they can win.

The opponent's hidden weapons and knives cannot break through his iron armor, which is equivalent to binding his hands.

They can win.

They are confident.

But the result is that this man is not a martial artist, or more than a martial artist.

At the moment of life and death, the blacksmith thought of the scene when he and the proprietress slaughtered a village.

At that time, all the children in that village were taken away by them, only one was held in the arms of the village woman.

When the proprietress walked over and was about to **** it, the already dead village woman opened her eyes and left a wound on the proprietress' abdomen with the kitchen knife in her arms.

Perhaps, they should be more cautious, after all, this man is carrying more than a dozen lives.

Maybe, they shouldn't be greedy.

But everything is too late, how can there be so many "maybe" in this world?

The blacksmith only felt that his vision was blurred, as if he heard the sound of something falling to the ground, but he couldn't hear anything else.

The head falls to the ground, and the death will not rest in peace.

Xu Bai held the ghost knife, stomped slightly without even looking at the blacksmith's body.

On the soles of the feet, the golden gossip reappeared, and the flames wrapped the blacksmith.

Reflected by the firelight, Xu Bai's expression was slightly gloomy.

After a while, the blacksmith became a charred corpse.

"It's an old world, why don't you know the pros and cons, greed will kill you."

Using the ghost knife as a hoe, Xu Bai dug a big hole in the ground and buried the two charred corpses.

The body was charred. Before burying it, he used a ghost knife to pick around, but found nothing useful.

Now, the flames had already burned the corpse into a shapeless shape, so Xu Bai was relieved.

He thought for a while, carried the wooden box on his back, walked a few miles, dug a hole again, poured the iron beads in the wooden box into it, left a mark, and then rushed back to Sheng County with the empty box.

At this time, the night is deep.

Xu Bai went to the blacksmith shop, kicked open the door, took several farm tools from inside, and went home quietly.

"The iron ball can no longer be used, but I need a new hidden weapon, so I have to find another way."

Sitting on the bed, Xu Bai pondered.

While he was pondering, in the middle of the night, there was a figure in white walking on the street.

Liu Xu felt something was wrong.

Especially after returning home, the more she thought about it, the more something was wrong.

What the paper crane was looking for was the blacksmith shop, why didn't there be any clues?

Could it be that the paper crane tracking is fake?

-impossible.

There can be no problem with the paper crane tracking, even if there is a deviation, it proves to be related to the blacksmith shop.

Since this possibility is not true, there is only one other possibility left.

The blacksmith lady is lying!

Liu Xu couldn't think of any other problems. Like the kind of shop that specializes in farm tools, if someone makes weird things, they will definitely have an impression.

Then the only way left is to lie.

The more you think like this, the stronger the thoughts in your mind.

So taking advantage of the night, Liu Xu went back to the blacksmith shop.

As soon as she reached the door, she raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door, while taking out a brush from her sleeve.

The brush is not inked and looks brand new, with the words "Smooth Progress" written on the barrel.

The other hand was not empty either, a book suddenly appeared and she held it in her palm.

No one opened the door. The moment Liu Xu knocked on the door, the door was opened by the force of the knock.

"no one?"

Through the opened gap, Liu Xu saw the darkness inside the door.

You should be sleeping at this time, why don't you lock the door?

Liu Xu was puzzled.

Even if no one is home, you should lock the door, right?

Did someone really forget to lock the door?

With this in mind, she raised her right hand, and the brush was shining.

The tip of the pen waved lightly, and a blurred font flew in the air.

The font was shining with white light, and shot towards the room.

The light instantly illuminated the house, but it was empty inside.

"Is there really no one?" Liu Xu was taken aback for a moment, her brows like willow leaves furrowed, and her red lips parted slightly under the white gauze.

In the room, there was no one except the words glowing with white light.

"Weird."

Liu Xu thought for a while, and opened the book in his left hand.

There are densely packed words on the book.

When the book was opened, the pages began to fall off, flying up and down around the catkins.

The catkins, which already have a dusty temperament, against the backdrop of the pages of the book, seem to be a fairy walking out of the book, elegant and indifferent.

Scholars are based on Shenyuan, and most of their means are related to books.

The articles written on weekdays form a book, which can be attacked or defended.

The brush is the main body, and the book is the carrier.

Of course, the methods of scholars do not stop there.

According to legend, in the academy, there are truly transcendent scholars who can not only write books in the air, but also write books as long as they are.

However, with the strength of catkin eighth grade, it still needs to rely on paper.

"It's about to start."

Liu Xu didn't go in, but stood where she was, and whispered something in her heart.

When she finished speaking, those pages changed.

The pages of the book, which were originally full of fairy air, gradually turned yellow, and at the same time, bursts of black air filled the air.

In just a split second, catkins changed from a fluttering fairy in white clothes to a bewitching witch.

"Oh, the sequelae of the paper-tying technique." Liu Xu sighed, with a distressed expression.

Which woman in the world does not love beauty?

Of course she does too.

This temperament does not suit her at all.

Of course, sometimes, in the eyes of men, ecstasy is actually better than fluttering in white clothes.

Now that the situation is special, Liu Xu just sighed and walked in.

The pages of the book seem to have spirits, keeping catkins in the middle.

She began to search in the house, but found nothing.

Nobody, not even a living thing.

Liu Xu was not in a hurry, and continued to search patiently, not letting a piece of wood go.

After a while, she stopped in front of a wall and knocked on the wall with her hands.

"Boom boom boom?"

The sound is dull and echoing.

"Empty?" Liu Xu was taken aback for a moment before realizing it.

Judging from the sound, the wall is empty and there are hidden compartments inside.

How can ordinary people design hidden grids?

-has a problem!

She thought for a while, and used a brush to draw.

Awe-inspiring spirit burst forth, and one of the papers was led to the wall by her.

"Boom!"

The wall collapses directly, and something behind the wall appears.

The cold wind blows...

The corpses are everywhere, shocking.

(end of this chapter)