Chapter 172 I'm waiting for you in hell
Chapter 172 I'm waiting for you in hell
Pingding City, Lirenfang.
There is a small courtyard at the east end and a big locust tree in the street.
There are two or three hundred houses in the market, and only 40% of them are occupied.
Most of the people living in Pingding City are gangsters whose lives are uncertain and their families. The cheapest houses are ordinary houses.
Although there were disciples of the Dharma Protector Hall to maintain order in the city, the people in charge were greedy for money and lustful, and could not enforce the law. The ban on weapons issued by the Divine Religion was like a piece of waste paper, and conflicts broke out from time to time, with bloodshed in the streets.
Ordinary families had a choice and moved out early.
It was getting close to dusk. In the weed-covered yard opposite, a long-tailed sparrow landed on the eaves, chirping non-stop. With a whoosh, a stone flew out from between the rubber bands.
"Chirp!"
The talkative beast was also smart. Seeing that the situation was not good, he flapped his wings and left the roof.
The man quickly pulled the rubber band and lifted the bamboo tube upward at the same time, and the second stone flew out.
"bump!"
Along with the wailing, a plume of feathers flew into the air.
The long-tailed sparrow hit a stone and a bloody hole appeared on its belly.
It had just flown to mid-air when it plunged headfirst, and its small eyes took one last look at the two intruders.
"As the saying goes, don't shoot birds in spring, because their chicks are waiting for their mother to return. You are too cruel."
"That's a male bird."
"What's wrong with the male bird? He might be the backbone of the family. Without him, how will his family survive?"
Meng Lianhuan ignored him and put the bamboo tube into his sleeve.
"How many kinds of hidden weapons do you have?"
"But what else can this little bamboo tube be used for besides shooting birds?"
"People who also play with hidden weapons are called 'Thousand-Handed Demon Lord', 'Modern Mozi', 'Wisdom Venerable'. Who gave you this nickname, Old Meng? It's so weird and tasteless."
"How about I help you think of one? Next time you fight someone, just give your new number first..."
Qiu Ping'an squatted by the door, holding half a bag of dried dates in his hand. He spat out the date pits one by one, which fell to the steps in the courtyard, and spoke like a machine gun, not caring whether the other party paid attention to him or not.
"But... Old Meng, I'm really surprised that you said that in front of Lord Zhang. When did you become so close to the monk commander?"
Meng Lianhuan looked up and saw that Qiu Pingan's expression became serious.
He kept looking through the crack in the door, keeping an eye on the street.
"came back."
The man held a sword in his left hand and a wine jug in his right hand, and came from the west end of the long street, following the last ray of golden sunset.
Song Rui stopped at the door, suddenly turned around, and looked up at the sky. A wonderful sight of the sun and the moon alternating was appearing, and the sky and the earth were turbid, just like his mood at the moment, which was also complicated.
Liu Ruyan's retention.
The bond between Xuehe Beiyuan and him for many years.
Liu Rong's corruption and incompetence.
And the reputation of Yang, the steward behind Liu Rong, as a traitor in the Divine Religion.
Two forces are pulling at each other in my mind, but sometimes, hesitation actually represents an attitude.
Song Rui was unwilling to admit that if he had not been humiliated in public by Zhang Yu, he would have preferred to stay in Xuehe North Garden.
"Should I go and admit my mistake to Zhang Yu?"
He sighed, feeling somewhat unwilling, and turned around and pushed open the gate.
"After more than ten years in the martial arts world, I am still alone."
The yard was full of fallen leaves, but no one was there. To Song Rui, this place was more like an inn. He was just drifting in the vast world, and he needed an anchor, a harbor to rest when he was tired.
A senior once said that when a swordsman has such thoughts, his heart has already aged.
He might hesitate before drawing his sword.
If you hesitate, you will fail and die.
Song Rui sighed softly and pushed open the door.
And at this moment, I heard the sound of ropes twitching in front, behind and on all sides.
Certain mechanisms began to operate.
Before he could think too much, a red lantern flew out of the room and came towards him. It was very short and very fast, as if it was being pulled forward by something, with a rustling wind.
Where did the red lanterns in the house come from?
He subconsciously raised his palm and struck, and the lantern instantly broke into pieces.
"Bang!"
Pieces of paper and bamboo strips were flying everywhere.
Song Rui's face was solemn. His right arm had been caught by dozens of steel wires hidden in the lantern. His arm was instantly clamped like a fishing net. If he struggled a little, the steel wires would cut into his flesh.
"what!"
The entire right arm was bloody and horrible to look at. Song Rui couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. At this time, another red lantern rose in the dim house and flew towards him.
If you don't resist, the steel wire hidden in the lantern will strangle the intruder's head into a bursting watermelon.
Song Rui drew his sword with his left hand and slashed from bottom to top at the red lantern that was approaching him.
There was a "dang" sound.
The new sword from the Longquan Sword Factory was locked with steel wire, hung high up, and flew away from Song Rui's hand.
There was a sound of some mechanism turning.
His right arm was still hanging high by the wire. He turned around and looked. The yard seemed to have been transformed into a machinery yard. Twelve ropes, four horizontal and eight vertical, were twitching rapidly along the corners of the wall. Bamboo rafts on all four sides rose from the pile of fallen leaves, with sharpened bamboo stakes on top, quickly sandwiching them from three sides.
"One ring after another is a chain!"
Song Rui looked at the steel cable in his hand, gritted his teeth, and struggled downwards.
I saw the skin and flesh being shaved off by the steel wire in an instant, which looked very much like a kind of food in Guanzhong called knife-cut noodles.
The whole arm was covered in white bones and looked extremely terrifying.
Qiu Ping'an squatted at the door, looking at the tightly closed door opposite. The screams coming from time to time were like hell on earth. He looked back at Meng Lianhuan, who had an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Meng Lianhuan said: "He came out!"
No one knew what he had gone through, but Song Rui was soaked in blood, yet he still managed to escape.
Qiu Pingan said, "I'll go."
He pushed open the door, walked around the big locust tree, and greeted Song Rui who had just walked out of the courtyard two steps.
"Brother Song, what happened to you? Who hurt you like this?"
Qiu Pingan said loudly, a look of worry on his face, and walked closer quickly.
"Qiu Ping'an?"
Song Rui felt relieved when he met an acquaintance from Beiyuan, but as Qiu Pingan approached.
His brain started to function normally again and he realized something was wrong.
"How will you be here?"
At this time, Qiu Pingan was already in front of him.
"Brother Song, I'm sorry!"
A short blade fell out of his sleeve.
Qiu Ping'an grasped the wooden handle, a cold light flashed, and the blade passed across Song Rui's neck.
This short weapon looks quite strange, like a half-broken sword picked up from somewhere, with a handle casually installed.
"Zhang Yu asked you to kill me?"
Song Rui didn't seem to be hurt by the knife, he asked angrily.
"Right, right, right. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Just know that. Don't mention my name when you go down."
Qiu Ping'an skillfully took three steps back to distance himself from Song Rui.
The dagger in his hand was not stained with blood, and the knife seemed to have missed.
"You rat, if you want to kill me, let him come here himself..."
Before Song Rui finished speaking, he felt a chill in his throat. He reached out and touched it, and it was a little wet.
A red line stretched out.
He wanted to speak again, with the corners of his mouth twitching.
The thin line was instantly torn apart, and blood gushed out of the neck like a waterfall.
All the strength in his body was gradually drained away, and he soon had difficulty breathing. He had no choice but to open his mouth and breathe deeply, but he was like a leaky bellows and gradually became more and more powerless.
He fell on his back and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky. Liu Ruyan's figure seemed to be in that moon. He said in his last words: "Tell Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu... I'm in hell... waiting..."
Qiu Ping'an waited for a moment, put his hand on his neck, and made sure that he was dead, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"He is also a poor man."
The two men dragged Song Rui into the yard, threw him on the bed in the room, and wrapped him in a quilt.
Meng Lianhuan collected all the equipment he used to set up the mechanism and threw them into the room.
He blew up the tinder, lit the torch, and set fire all over the room.
Qiu Ping'an stood in the yard, watching the fire growing in the house.
Meng Lianhuan said: "Let's go."
"Wait a moment."
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Qiu Ping'an walked to the door of the room, took out a few pieces of yellow paper from his arms, took the fire starter from Meng Lianhuan's hand, and started burning it.
"When you are in the underworld, you have no choice. Brother Song, have a safe journey. When you get down there, don't bear a grudge against Old Qiu. If you want to blame someone, blame...Meng Lianhuan. He was the one who set up those sinister and vicious traps."
(End of this chapter)