OBS Chapter 268: A Cold Seat
Chapter 268: A Cold Seat
Chapter 268 A Cold Sea
Since dusk fell in Chong'an County, pedestrians disappeared from the streets and alleys. At this time, strange trees rustled and dark water flowed faintly, but people could only hear the sounds but not see their shapes. If there was also the sound of wind and the shadow of the moon, it would be even more unsettling.
There was a sudden, teeth-grinding creaking sound from behind the door panel of the Watergate Shop, and then in the blink of an eye, the old door panel had been broken from the inside out, turning into flying wood chips that hit in all directions. At this moment, it seemed that the door panel was actually shattered by the violent force.
Without further ado, a black shadow flew out of the door as nimble as a dragon, with his arms spread out like a carved bow, exerting the mighty force of his whole body; another black shadow slammed out heavily, with his palms slightly bent like a tiger descending from the mountain, and his fingertips actually accumulated enough strength to cut gold and jade.
Jiang Wen once taught his apprentice that there is no sure-win strategy in this world. Even with his ability to make a thousand calculations, all kinds of variables will always breed in the universe. Winning first and then losing, or losing first and then winning, are actually common. Just like the tense situation on the Go board, what you need to do at this moment is to act decisively, fight for victory, win, and win again. Whoever can hold on to the end will have the power to control the situation.
The two disciples naturally obeyed what their master said, so even though there were evil monsters fighting outside the door and ancient coffins screaming in the wind, Hong Wendi and Xiao Shitou's first choice was to go out and fight bravely. They respectively used the Southern Shaolin's authentic tiger-crane double form and the Fan family's twenty-three-way dragon claw grappling technique, and attacked from top to bottom, dividing their forces and attacking the ground, and rushed out of the door.
At this time, the night was dim, and the flags outside the shop were moving without wind, as if they were also stimulated by the sudden surge of murderous aura. Dark shadows were moving around everywhere in the darkness.
As the two men pounced, the black shadow outside the door was unable to dodge and fell to the ground involuntarily, but his hands and feet were filled with huge strength, and he was about to hit the two men's chest and back hard!
The loud noise of the bronze chime falling to the ground had not yet dissipated, and the sound of door panels crashing like rain was still heard on the side. The black shadow outside the door suddenly wanted to struggle and resist, but was restrained by the two people who jumped up. Hong Wendi took the lead in locking the opponent's throat with tiger claws and hitting the neck with crane pecks, blocking the opponent's actions; Xiao Shitou's grappling skills were almost instinctive, and he hit several acupuncture points in a flash, causing the originally unobstructed qi and blood to be blocked and disordered, and suddenly the whole body was numb and unable to move.
The bronze chime was still rolling on the bluestone road, and the cold wind around it never stopped for a moment. The shadows of several trees were shaking particularly violently. When Hong Wendi loosened his tiger claws slightly, twisted his chin with two fingers and turned his head, he found that the person he captured seemed to be a night watchman with calloused limbs and a dark face. Due to the swiftness of the attack, the night watchman's cold hat was knocked to the ground, revealing his short black hair, and he looked like a middle-aged monk with a frosted face.
"Tell me! Why are you following us?"
Hong Wendi shouted in a stern voice, his eyes seemed to be filled with shattering stars, and Xiao Shitou showed a mouthful of shiny teeth, as if he was ready to bite down if the other party put up the slightest resistance.
But they soon discovered that the night watchman, who was suspected to be a monk who had returned to secular life, had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and his dry and chapped lips moving constantly. He was reciting scriptures desperately, as if he had rejected all his senses in despair and was unwilling to maintain any unnecessary contact with the outside world.
The two men interrogated him for a long time, and the night watchman remained motionless. At this time, whether it was resistance or provocation, it would be more reasonable than ignoring it, but that's what happened.
As time went by, the night watchman's terrified and decadent look as if ready to be killed made the two men realize that something was wrong.
"It might be a trick!"
The brothers exchanged glances instantly. Xiao Shitou, who had probably learned from the experience of losing his junior sister in Fuzhou City, immediately understood what the other party meant. He turned around and jumped back into the Shuimen Shop to check if Zhao Erguan was safe.
"Don't move, there's someone in the room."
Little Stone gave the instructions very seriously.
As soon as he entered the door, he vaguely heard many footsteps echoing in his ears, floating everywhere between the beams and roof frames, as if climbing up to attract help in the void, or as if tiptoeing and floating in the empty space.
But this shop is so narrow, and the dark place where the sounds came from has long been blocked by the walls - could it be that in the darkness, there is actually someone who can walk on the roof and the walls, and haunt the ancient green walls like a ghost?
Xiao Shitou didn't say anything. He chose to stay in the room and wait attentively. After looking around, he took the lead and chose to block the panic-stricken Zhao Erguan behind him.
"Someone seems to be talking outside...it's Hong..."
Hong Wendi's shout came from outside the house. He was looking for Xiao Shitou, but Xiao Shitou interrupted Zhao Erguan's reminder -
He naturally heard Hong Wendi's call, but from beginning to end, he had no intention of answering. Instead, he stared into the house with wide eyes, as serious as a statue.
His intuition told him that there was something in the shop staring at them, but as the deep darkness turned into gauze, it had buried everything in it. The more the prey in the net struggled to explore, the more likely it was to be trapped in it.
Beneath Xiao Shitou's naive appearance, he is not always dull and rude.
Up to this point, Xiao Shitou had not yet come into direct contact with anything in the house. If he responded out loud, it might distract Hong Wendi outside. If he rushed in rashly, he would be more likely to be ambushed. Therefore, the best way to remind Hong Wendi to be vigilant was to remain silent.
After the words fell, Xiao Shitou suddenly felt a gust of evil wind blowing straight towards him. Even though he turned his head to avoid it, he still felt a dizzying stench of blood running through his nose.
A series of strange thudding sounds were heard from the dark shop, along with heavy and staggering footsteps, as if a zombie with heavy limbs from an ancient tomb was leaping out from the overgrown grass and weeds.
Xiao Shitou couldn't see and had nowhere to hide. The opponent pounced on him and it seemed that there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, Xiao Shitou's kung fu was different from that of ordinary people and did not rely solely on the power of his eyes and ears.
The moment he was about to be attacked, he instinctively determined the opponent's location based on the direction from which the opponent attacked, and he launched a powerful strike of "Kang Long You Hui" forward, hitting something that was neither gold nor leather, and could not bear any force. The object fell backwards at a high speed under the powerful palm force, and the sound of cups and plates shattering could be heard in the dim room.
But the next moment, there was a sound like tearing silk in the room, and it attacked Xiao Shitou again, but this time the attack was even more strange. The opponent did not even jump into the air, but suddenly leaped into the air, and his palms went straight down to the top of Xiao Shitou's head, as if to crush Xiao Shitou's crown with one blow.
In the face of danger, without a moment's hesitation, Xiao Shitou slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, drew a circle with his right palm, and pushed it towards his head with a whoosh.
The sound of breaking through the air was like a dragon's roar. The roof tiles cracked and fell under the collision. In an instant, a ray of cold moonlight hung down slightly, and a monster that looked like a human and a beast was seen. Its body was covered with scales and mottled like an ancient pine tree, and its hair was fluffy like feathers. Accompanied by a hazy black gas, it suddenly jumped through the window and disappeared suddenly into the silent night sky.
The shop was in great chaos and destruction. Zhao Erguan squatted behind Xiao Shitou with his hands on his head. After fighting several times and calming down, he dared to lean out and speak tremblingly.
"What's wrong with your face?"
Xiao Shitou was staring at the hole in the roof. After hearing the words, he slowly raised his hand. Then, he heard the sound of clothes tearing. The clothes on his chest were torn with a little force, and the cotton wool inside scattered all over the floor.
Then Xiao Shitou felt a slight chill and stinging pain, and when he put his left hand on his face, it felt smooth. He had been cut without knowing it, and blood was slowly oozing out like beads.
He wiped the blood off his body. Ever since he learned the Iron Shirt from his master, Xiao Shitou had never seen blood in a fight. This time, the opponent was clearly fighting with bare hands, so Xiao Shitou couldn't help but wonder how the opponent had hurt him.
"It's okay, it's just a minor skin injury, just drink two more bowls of porridge and it will be fine."
As Little Stone spoke, he swallowed his saliva. He felt hungry again, which was inappropriate. But he heard those vague, stealthy footsteps again. They were noisily echoing around him. A strange shadow quietly appeared on the ground, avoiding the moonlight...
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Hong Wendi, who had stayed where he was, looked around and felt that the Chong'an County was extremely cold and desolate. Even though the unprovoked silence here had been broken and such a loud noise had been made, no one from the surrounding neighbors was looking in. What's worse, even the few remaining candles had been quietly extinguished at some point.
"Brother, what's the situation in the house?"
Not hearing any reply, Wen Ding hurriedly stood up and prepared for battle, but the Watergate Shop was surprisingly quiet, and no one responded to his urgent questions, as if there was only an empty house behind him.
Hong Wendi remained alert and turned to look at the night watchman who had been hit in the acupuncture points and collapsed on the ground. He saw the night watchman lying on his side on the cold ground, trembling and convulsing, drooling. The heavy fall just now had fractured and twisted his left arm, but even though his body was in great pain, he still stretched out his arms straight, trying to get closer and closer, forming a strange posture with his palms clasped together in front of his chest.
Hong Wendi suddenly understood that the night watchman was now making the gestures that Manager Fang had taught them. Judging from his lip shape, the words he was muttering must be "Buddha, have mercy on me, Buddha, please save me." However, for some reason, he couldn't make a single sound!
Hong Wendi realized that something was wrong and quickly pinched the other person's cheeks. He was shocked to find that the tongue in the other person's mouth had been gouged out long ago and disappeared. Now only the mouth was left opening and closing, like a black cavity exhaling air.
But Hong Wendi had clearly heard from several people before that the night watchman was clearly reciting the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" unclearly during the night patrol. So how could he speak without a tongue?
A chill ran down his back, and he suddenly realized that there might be more than one person on the other side!
The other party must have been trying to alert the enemy by making a move. Just because I didn't notice the abnormality in time, they sent more people to ambush me!
The shadows of the trees were still swaying all around, and Hong Wendi was in a hurry to get back to the shop, but in the narrow alleys behind him, there seemed to be strange noises and evil spirits quietly growing.
Just as he turned around to leave, another hazy figure emerged under the moon, standing on the roof or hidden under the tree at the gate, and suddenly a murderous intent attacked his unprepared back.
Hong Wending's inner strength moved like silk, and he had already detected the danger of the ups and downs. He flew up and leaped with lightness, leaving the shadow under the tree in the house nowhere to chase. But the next moment, a strange figure with mottled like an ancient pine and fluffy hair like feathers emerged from the broken doorway, stretched out its strange hand and grabbed it suddenly.
Someone behind him exclaimed, which made Hong Wendi distracted for a moment. He saw that before Xiao Shitou's figure appeared in the doorway, Zhao Erguan's pale face had already emerged, with his eyes wide open in confusion, looking behind him in horror!
"Don't come over here."
For some reason, Hong Wendi, who was looking into Zhao Erguan's eyes, had a strange smile on his face. He put his hands together in front of him, made a move that almost scared Zhao Erguan to death, and began to mutter something.
Then, as Zhao Erguan watched in horror, the excavator had already grabbed Hong Wending off the ground and quickly dragged him into even greater darkness...
(End of this chapter)