Jiang Fa squatted next to the body of the man in gray and groped around in his broken night clothes.
First I touched a few cold and finely chopped silver ingots,
He didn't stop there, patiently continuing to explore along the damaged seams and inner lining pockets.
After a moment, his fingertips touched a piece of hard tissue paper, which was hidden in a hidden pocket on the inside of his chest and tightly wrapped in a layer of fine cloth.
Jiang Fa Take it out immediately and peel away the layers of fine cloth.
A yellowed thread-bound booklet came into view. The pages were old but well-preserved, and the corners were slightly rounded by repeated rubbing. It was obviously carried by the owner day and night and read frequently.
There are no complicated patterns on the cover, only six sharp and sinister small black ink characters, the writing style is twisted, exuding a biting evil spirit.
Ten Thousand Snakes Devouring Heart Sword Technique.
There is also a very small line of comments below: Yellow Rank Upper Grade.
Jiang Fa's eyes narrowed slightly.
Yellow Rank Upper Grade martial arts, placed in Qingshan County, is already a very good technique.
In addition to this swordsmanship secret book, he continued to search the depths of the secret bag and found several neat ingots of silver. He counted them one by one and found that there were more than fifty taels of silver.
The broken silver just now was just a piece of junk that was hidden from others, and the real money was all hidden in the secret pocket.
It wasn't until he repeated it a few more times to confirm that it had been scraped clean that he had time to look around.
After the battle between the two, this deserted house was almost in ruins.
Most of the courtyard wall collapsed, and the ground was a mess.
He glanced at the approaching fire in the distance,
The movement just now was quite big and must have attracted the attention of others.
There was no time to dispose of the body, so Jiang Fa walked around the scene to make sure that no trace of his identity was left, and then left the place in a hurry.
On the way back to the martial arts hall, he took several long detours and repeatedly confirmed that no one was following him, and then climbed over the back wall of the martial arts hall.
It's almost time now,
He gently pushed the door open and returned to the wing, closed the door, and took off his clothes that were torn by the sword.
There are more than a dozen wounds on the body,
Most of them only had a few broken skins, and not a few drops of blood flowed.
Only the underside of the ribs and the vest were slightly deeper, but it wasn't a big problem. The bleeding had already stopped, and the edges of the wounds had begun to gradually gather and form scabs.
By practicing Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art and Vigorous Vajra Kung Fu at the same time, the physical body's recovery power has been significantly enhanced.
He didn't even apply any medicine, he just fetched some water, wiped away the blood around the wound, and finally changed into clean clothes.
After doing this, he felt that his mouth was dry and his limbs began to feel a little sore.
That is the feeling of weakness after an excessive explosion of Qi and blood.
"Late Dark Force..."
He sat on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and recalling the fight just now.
The cultivation level of the man in gray should be above those three assassins, and even only slightly weaker than Tu Lie, the leader of Black Wind Village.
If I hadn't had Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art and the powerful Vajra Kung Fu body protection, as well as the explosive power of Middle An Jin plus Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection, it would be hard to say who would win today.
However, after this battle, he also gained a clearer understanding of his current true combat power.
"With my current strength, if I encounter Tu Lie again, even if I can't defeat him, I won't be as helpless as I was last time... at least I'll be able to escape intact."
Thinking of this, the tight string in his heart relaxed slightly.
It was just the words of the man in gray before his death that made him a little worried.
"When you die, you will know..."
Obviously, the other party's assassination against him will not stop here.
This feeling of being watched all the time made him very unhappy.
He sat on the bed and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
After daylight, outside the abandoned house behind the used goods yard in the north of the city, a few half-year-old children came to scavenge.
They are the children of nearby farmers. On weekdays, they like to sneak into abandoned houses to look for scrap metal and sell them in the city as secondhand goods.
A boy named Goudan was the most daring. He was the first to jump in when climbing over the wall. As soon as his feet landed, he smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.
"Goudan, is there anything you need?"
The companion outside the wall asked softly.
Goudan didn't respond. He followed the fishy smell to the corner and found a small dark brown mark in a patch of withered grass.
He knelt down and twisted it with his hands, then put it under his nose and smelled it.
"Blood..."
Goudan stood up suddenly, his face turning pale.
At this moment, he saw the dead man not far away.
Then he let out a shrill scream and rolled over the courtyard wall.
Half an hour later,
Fang Shaotou knelt down and carefully looked at the miserable corpse in front of him.
What came into view was a middle-aged face in his forties, with gray skin and high cheekbones. His right arm was broken at the elbow. The flesh and blood at the break had turned black and hard, like a dead branch that had been torn off.
There is also a wound half a foot long on the left arm, the skin and flesh are turned out, and the bone is visible deep.
The sternum was collapsed, and at least five or six ribs were broken. Some of them even pierced out from under the skin, glowing white in the morning light.
"Fang Shaotou..."
A guard behind him covered his mouth and retreated to the wall, retching.
Captain Fang turned around and glared at him. "You worthless thing, go away."
He lowered his head again and carefully turned over the body.
The corpse's left hand had thick calluses on its mouth and at the base of its fingers, as did its right hand, which was mostly covered by the broken arm.
These hands must have held the sword for many years.
"Where's the sword?" Fang Captou asked.
The officers searched around and pulled out a few broken sword fragments from the rubble.
The sword was long and slender and broke into five or six pieces, shattering all over the courtyard.
Fang Captou picked up the longest piece and squinted at the morning light.
The cross-section of the sword body is uneven, as if it was broken from the front by brute force, rather than the blades cutting each other.
There was still a faint trace of blood on the sword blade, which was almost washed away by dew.
He put down the broken sword and followed the traces on the ground to the west side of the yard.
There was a large piece of blackened debris under the west wall. It was supposed to be a stack of hay stacked in the corner, but now it was hit by something and scattered in all directions. There were a few broken bricks mixed in with the grass debris.
The courtyard wall itself was still intact, but there were two deep footprints embedded in the green brick floor three feet away from the wall.
The footprints were about half an inch deep, and the surrounding brick surface shattered in a radial pattern. The force was so powerful that it was staggering.
He stood up and looked around the entire deserted house.