In March, the cold air in Luoshui city had yet to subside.
Under the Gray Sky, with some solemn, some quiet.
A little more calm before the storm.
The ghostwriter ordered a few dishes and a jug of wine.
As he drank, he looked at the people walking up and down the street.
The so-called ghostwriters are those issued by the government waist cards.
A person who makes a living by arresting wanted criminals.
"When I was in Mananshan, I was alone in the face of the Seven Monsters of Lingnan. I didn't lose out at all."
Little Five is bragging to the people around him about how good he is.
There was a contemptuous sound around.
"He's young, but he's full of himself."
There was a roar of laughter.
Small five scoffed and slapped the ghostwriter's waist card on the table.
At the same time opened the clothes, exposing their own stomach scars.
"Ha Ha Ha, I know, this is your son stole money that time, was your father hit.
After all these years, the scars are still there."
The crowd was laughing, causing small five face a burst of red.
Then his eyes flashed.
The wanted criminal, Ma Sandao, walked out of the restaurant and walked slowly on the street.
Ma San Dao?
Small five rubbed his eyes, although just a figure...
"Hey! Little Five, where are you going?"
"The boy is not funny."
Small five carrying a knife and waist card, hurriedly ran out of the shop.
The wanted criminal, Ma Sandao, walked out of the restaurant and walked slowly on the street.
He walks in a strange way.
The right foot took a step first, and the left foot slowly caught up. It seemed that every step was difficult.
Hurt?
Small five corners of the mouth gently curls up, is really God helps me also.
Arrest ma sandao and see who dares to laugh at me.
Ma sandao circled, his feet creaking on the pebbly mud.
Finally I walked down a street and turned into an alley.
Small five turned to the side of the roof, quietly observed Ma Sandao.
"Hey! Come on out."
The cold wind carried the hoarse voice of Ma Sandao.
Small five could not help but hit a shiver, tender face revealed a look of fear.
No one answered, only a mouse from the next small ditch drilled out, a pair of big black eyes looking around.
Swish!
A few figures flying, like a ghost out of the darkness, straight to the horse three knives.
Suddenly through the darkness, with the sound of a scabbard.
A scream, the long knife fell to the ground.
A figure flew out of the distance and fell to the ground with a bang.
He died instantly.
The Comer was very fast, but Ma Sandao's knife was even faster.
Too fast, so fast that people can not see his movements, as if he had disappeared into thin air general.
Small five held his breath, not out of three breath.
There were four more bodies in the alley.
Little Five's legs began to tremble uncontrollably,
Ma Sandao whirled his knife in his hand, his face expressionless.
Small Five's heart followed up hanging up, a move also dare not move.
Suddenly, the knife burst out.
Like a meteor in the night sky across, blink of an eye to the small five's body, like a shining tail! !
Small five subconsciously bowed his head, knife against the scalp across.
A silver lining.
Run!
This is the only thought in Xiao Wu's mind right now,
In the face of this person, the mind is not born any idea of resistance.
He quickly slid down from the roof and leaped up a big tree.
With a sudden kick, he jumped over the fence and out of it.
He was trying to escape when he was stabbed in the back of his leg.
Bang.
He fell straight out.
Ma Sandao had landed and was standing a hundred meters away.
Look at the inexperienced kid playfully.
Small five just wanted to capture the courage of Ma Sandao, but now it is gone.
I was so scared that I almost peed.
"Ahem!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
Ma Sandao turned his head to look, this just discovered that there was still a person squatting in the corner.
Next to it lay an old cow.
Li Ping 'an didn't want to meddle in these matters and pretended to be dead.
I saw nothing and heard nothing.
Ma Sandao narrowed his eyes. He was determined not to let this witness go.
Small five do not know where the courage, suddenly shouted.
"Run! He's a wanted criminal, Ma Sandao. You Go to the government, I'll stop him!"
With that, he stood up with a knife.
" Ma Sandao coldly hums a," the doll that the wool does not grow even, unexpectedly also learned someone else to play with a knife
Li Pingan's expression changed slightly.
Ma San Dao?
He took out from his arms the reward that he had crumpled up.
One hundred alive, fifty dead.
"Are You Ma San Dao?"
Ma sandao glanced at Li Pingan. "So he is blind."
Small five just rose hope suddenly dashed, unexpectedly met a blind man.
Perhaps even where the yamen door, the other side can not find.
Li Pingan approached a few steps, but still can not see Ma Sandao appearance.
Ma Sandao was obviously blind and didn't take it seriously.
A backhand knife flew past.
Li Ping 'an cocked his head and dodged the flying knife lightly.
Ma Sandao was surprised and said in a low voice, "Your Name?"
"Blind."
When he kills, he calls himself blind.
The blind man took a step forward with his walking stick
Ma San Dao quickly retreated and raised his hand to shoot at him again.
Two knives straight to the point, fast as the wind.
In the dark of the night, ordinary people simply can not cope.
In the flash of the knife.
The blind man tilted his head and dodged the knife again.
At the same time waving crutches, blocked another knife.
Step Out, not waiting for Ma Sandao reaction.
Has come before his eyes.
By the moonlight, close to see Ma Sandao.
The visibility of Li's eyes was only within half a meter of his line of sight. Although it was blurry, he was able to get a general idea.
Thin and tall, just like a bamboo pole.
He had a horse face, a high nose, and high cheekbones.
It matched the man in the portrait surprisingly well.
It's true.
"Make a deal," said the blind man suddenly.
Little five stared blankly at the blind man.
Great!
"You're the ghostwriter, aren't you? I caught him, you took him to the government to exchange money, how about 30/70?"
A blind man does not have a trump card for a ghostwriter. Even if he catches Ma Sandao, it is a waste of effort.
What's more, he is a wanted man himself.
Small five has not yet come to his senses.
"Come in!"
Little five then reacted and nodded blankly,"... good..."
Ma San Dao's face was livid and he was traded in front of others.
The deal is still with me.
This let Ma San Dao feel the unprecedented insult, the hand turns over then many five throwing knives.
Five knives, each knife is very fierce, with a sharp wind.
The blind man moved his ears and used the crutch as a knife.
The blade turned, the wrist turned.
It's neat and tidy.
A flash of cold light, with a sharp wind, hard hit on the body of Ma Sandao.