The knife hit the little monkey's heart right in the middle. At that moment, Lao Que's brain buzzed and he was stunned.
Xu Changfeng shouted angrily, "Looking for death!"
While fighting, he freed his hands and pierced the attacker's right chest with a burst of sword energy.
Fatty Cao and Han Wu were also angry, and their attacks became more powerful. Every move was fatal, and they were filled with anger.
Four of the seven men in black were killed in an instant. Seeing this, the other three had no intention of fighting again, but how could they retreat if their leader refused to do so!
At this moment, Qin Tian in the void had murderous intent in his eyes, sword energy was whistling, and a golden sea of swords transformed. Under the moonlight, there was a kind of breathtaking beauty.
Seeing this, the leading black-clad man knew he was no match for Qin Tian and shouted to the three men below, "Retreat!"
He was about to run away, but Qin Tian would never let him do as he wished!
"Run!? That's wishful thinking! Kill!" Qin Tian shouted loudly. The golden sea of swords trapped the leading man in black. The purple divine thunder came out and killed him instantly.
As for the remaining three people, although they released the smoke eggs and tricked Xu Changfeng and the other two, they could not escape Qin Tian's eyes. Qin Tian stretched out his hand towards the three people and grabbed into the void.
A brilliant light suddenly shot out from the three people's bodies, and they exploded on the spot, turning into ashes.
At this moment, the old lame man was holding the dead body of the little monkey, crying loudly, and choking with sobs as he spoke, "You! How...how can you have the heart to let...let me, an old man, send off a young man!
Aren’t you the most frightened? You… aren’t you the most cowardly? What kind of knife are you blocking?!”
He is almost sixty years old, but he has lost a younger generation. He is in tears and cannot express his sorrow in words.
Qin Tian and his companions were standing quietly by. They had never expected that this timid little monkey would block a fatal blow for Lao Que at the critical moment.
The little monkey had already died, but before he left, he murmured a few words that were still lingering in everyone's ears.
"Uncle, don't cry, I'm not hurt!"
The old lame took a few deep breaths, his eyes red and swollen, "I am sorry for you. Until... until you passed away, I... I was not able to tell you about your father.
You... haven't you always wanted to know? Get up, open your eyes, and I'll tell you everything."
The old lame man stroked the little monkey's cheek with his hand with tears in his eyes, and then he felt his blood rushing up. He turned his head and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
Qin Tian and the others stepped forward, but at this moment, they couldn't say a word of comfort.
What's with the "accept my condolences"? Go to hell. These four words can soothe sadness. How can there be any saying that one's hair turns white overnight?
Although these are words of comfort, it is better not to say them, especially those said just for the sake of appearances.
The old lame man quickly turned back, looked at the blood sprayed on the little monkey, and wiped it hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, uncle has stained your clothes."
Looking at the old lame's appearance, the murderer of the little monkey, although seriously injured, was still breathing, and a sneer was heard.
"You are so sad, why don't you die too!" A crazy voice sounded.
After the words fell, Lao Que stared at the speaker with his scarlet eyes, and said in disbelief, "An Yuan, why! Why is it you!"
This person was none other than the one who gave the map of Lao Que's tomb. Now it seemed that he had no good intentions.
An Yuan chuckled coldly, "What? I gave you the treasure map of the ancient tomb, and you really believed it! It's you! It was your greed that killed him. Everything is your fault!"
Why did you come! Ah! Why did you come! I knew it, I knew it, you have been approaching me just for the map in my hand.
I was just testing you, and you really came! You usually act so righteous, as if you're the only gentleman in the world and I'm a villain.
You give me this, you give me that, and whenever I get into trouble, you always come to help. Is it you who designed all this, just to make me grateful to you?
You're so hypocritical! I'm telling you, I've wanted to kill you for a long time!"
These words were spoken with gritted teeth, using all his strength, and the veins on his neck were bulging.
What An Yuan said was really shocking. How could human hearts be so terrible and dark?
The old lame man seemed to be laughing and crying. He carefully placed the little monkey on the ground, picked up the dagger, and walked towards An Yuan, his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent.
An Yuan laughed even more crazily, staring at Lao Que intently, "Have you fallen off your hypocrite mask? You want to kill me? Come on! Come on!"
Uh~
An Yuan groaned. Lao Que's knife had already stabbed into An Yuan's heart. The knife went in and out, and Lao Que didn't know how many times he stabbed. He only knew that he was covered in An Yuan's blood.
Qin Tian and his companions just watched, no one stepped forward to stop them or said anything. People like An Yuan deserved death.
Bang!
Lao Que stopped and sat down on the ground, and An Yuan's body also fell to the ground.
Qin Tian and his companions hurriedly walked over to Lao Que. Qin Tian said, "I think if the little monkey were here, he wouldn't want to see you so sad. Besides, although An Yuan is dead, he still has people behind him. This revenge must be avenged."
This was the hope of life for Lao Que. At this time, Lao Que's spirit and faith were about to collapse, and hatred was the only pillar that kept him alive.
Sure enough, Lao Que's eyes lit up and he knelt in front of Qin Tian, "Please help me, sir!"
Qin Tian quickly helped the old lame man up and said, "Hurry up, I will naturally help you. Now let's bury the little monkey first! This is the important matter."
Lao Que nodded, walked over and looked at the peaceful appearance of the little monkey, tears uncontrollably wet his cheeks again.
"Let's bury him here! It's an excellent place for feng shui anyway." This was the last decision that Lao Que made for the little monkey.
That night, the old lame man sat in front of the little monkey's grave. There was no tombstone or grave mound because he was afraid that someone would disturb the little monkey's peace.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with sleeping forever. At least it will reduce a lot of troubles.
Don’t be afraid of cold or heat, don’t be afraid of people’s hearts, and don’t be afraid of ghosts.
When I think about the word "fearless", I feel admiration for it, but when I think about it again, I feel pity for it.
Qin Tian and his companions just stayed with the old lame man and the sleeping little monkey for the whole night.
The next day, before dawn, several people returned to the hotel. Lao Que washed himself in the clear spring at the foot of the mountain, but most of the bloodstains were still there. He returned to the hotel half-covered and changed his clothes.
As for the bloodstained clothes, they were burned to ashes by Qin Tian's imperial flame.
At this time, several people decided not to sleep and sat around on the sofa in the hotel room.
Fatty Cao spoke first, "Let's get started! Tell us who those people were last night. Report to us one by one, don't rush!"
At this moment, he felt like a leader. In fact, Fatty Cao also felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and he was just trying to ease it.
Han Wu rolled her eyes and said, "Since you were the one who spoke first, then go ahead and speak first! Let us hear your opinion as well."
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