The Governor is Sick

Xia Houyu decided to assassinate himself.

This decision met with unanimous opposition from Tang Shiqi and the writer. Tang Shixi insisted that Xia Houyu seek the help of Garan Dark Pillar and hired at least a few people to cover the assassination. Second letter.

There were 3,000 disciples in Liu Gui's possession, and one person's saliva was enough to drown Xia Houyi. Although the assassin sneaks into the darkness, after all, it is not an immortal monster. There is a hidden form of hiding. It is difficult to guarantee that it will not reveal clues and be found.

Tang Shixi bitterly persuaded for a long time, Xia Houzhen looked like "I will let you spit, and I will not move." Tang Shixi is no longer right, saying, "Boss, you can't pay my wages and you can't escape in this way! You say, do you owe a woman a gamble for money and want to run away?"

"Play your uncle! Do you think I'm the same as you?" Xia Houyu said silently.

The letter asked: "Why not find a dark pile? Is it inconvenient to have a dark pile cover to help you hold Liu Guizang?"

Xia Houyi was silent for a while before he said: "When my mother died, the old bald donkey took Liu Guizang's money to send the assassin to help him assassinate the Northern Patriarch. Finding a dark pile to help is tantamount to finding that bald donkey . "

The story was stunned, and Zhangkou said, "But ...", but "but" he didn't say it for a long time.

"I can kill Liu Guizang on my own. I have Zhaoye and Shoubo. It's enough." Xia Houyun's eyes were cold, and he was hiding unquestionably firm.

The letter still persuades him, Tang Shixi patted his shoulder, motioned him not to speak, turned his head and asked Xia Houyi: "What do you intend?"

Xia Houyi spread out a map of Liuzhou City on the Eight Immortals table. On the left side of the map, a red line extends along Beishi toward Dongchengmen Street, drawing all the way out of the city. The map was made of white felt, and Zhu Mo was soaked. At a glance, the red line looked like a deep wound, dripping with blood.

Xia Hou took a look at the location of Dongchengmen Street and said: "On the first and fifteenth of each month, Liu Guizang will inspect his stores in the city. He has 23 stores, including three restaurants and five butter powders. Shop, ten raw medicine shops and five medical halls. He usually never started inspections, walking from the west of the city to the east of the city, questioning a shop with a cup of tea to a time of incense. For meals, I will go to Dongchengmen and return to Zhuangzhuang near the hour. "

"This green tortoise is really rich," Tang Shichi said in tongues, "how many people does he usually take?"

"Less than ten." Xia Hou shouted, "Sometimes even only two long followers. There are too many people in Jingzhuang Village, and the assassination in Zhuangzi is very variable. Qi Jiadao is a saber method, focusing on cooperative operations, It is not difficult to deal with one person, it is not easy to deal with a group of people. It is easy to be attacked by people in front of the sea in the villa, and it is not easy to get out. Therefore, it is better to assassinate outside, not to shoot at night, and one of them is ten . "

"Is this really okay?" Shu Qing was very worried.

He knows the temperament of his elder brother.

Xia Houyi never had any consequences when he did things. He said that he was going to steal a hundred swordsmanship. He went silently and returned with dozens of books and a wound. He said that he wanted to create a peerless killer organ, and arrested Tang Shiqi and buried him in the room without eating or drinking. When the night was taking shape, people were already unkempt and shaved, like a homeless man who has been on the street for 20 years.

Learning swords and forging photos is still the case, to assassinate Liu Guizang, the book loves to believe that Xia Houzhen will give up his life.

"I can retreat if I can't hit it. I've bought a shop on Dongchengmen Street, and the two of you are there to meet me." Xia Houyi comforted him, "Relax, Liu Guizang will not die, how can I let myself Anything? I always have to deal with him. "

I'm afraid you will die with him. The book pursed his lips, and dared not say.

When Xia Houzhen went away, the love of Tang Tang seventeen asked, "Seventeen brother, do you really want my teacher to assassinate Liu Guizang like this?"

Tang Seventeen patted the head of the love story and said, "Stupid, he will let you do whatever you want? Let's secretly hire him more than ten or twenty brothers in an ambush in the shop, Xia Hou will be real Something went wrong, shall we just rush out to save people? "

Xia Houyi has deployed everything. He replaced Zhaoye with a new knife arm. Every brick and every soil in Liuzhou City was stepped on by him. They planned three evacuation routes and envisioned dozens of emergency responses to ensure this. The assassination was foolproof.

The next thing to do is wait. Waiting for the first day of next month next month, Liu Guizang's carriage drove into Dongchengmen Street-the destined killing ground that Xia Houyi carefully arranged for him.

At night, Xia Houzhen sat on the roof and blew his hair, and put a pot of wine on hand. This yard was rented when the disciples of Liu's disciples were caught, and then they were simply bought and changed into a hidden cave of Xiahouyu. Looking down from Xia Houyi, you can see a lot of human-shaped puppets standing under the patio, the iron skin shining brightly under the moon, those are the precursors of the night. The letter carefully dressed them all, looking far away like a group of straight corpses.

The hall was full of abandoned crossbows and knife molds, and sometimes you could see the tattered blue cover of the Tangmen organ. The rockery in the yard was used by Xia Houyu to test his head, and his crossbows pierced his pudgy eyes, like a leprosy. Amidst all the blemishes, a corner of the yard broke out and a tree of white magnolia was erected. Fat white flowers crouched on the branches. Without looking carefully, they thought it was a white dove perched on the tree.

When Tang Shixi came out of the corridor, Xia Hou shouted at him and asked, "Where is the talent?"

"Write a letter to his wife-in-law. Really mother-in-law's flesh, I peeked a few words, all are sour poems." Tang Shixi climbed from the bottom, sitting next to Xia Houyi, "Xiu Cai is still too tender. Well women, as long as the man and her spend a few loving nights, and then send some mules, mules, bracelets or something, she can follow you desperately. "

Xia Houyi didn't speak. He didn't understand these messy things. He vowed not to marry a wife and have no children. Love and love had nothing to do with him.

However, he knew how to ridicule Tang XVII, so he said, "Then you were sued to Jing Dao Shan Zhuang, you were arrested and went to the evil tower, and you almost died."

"That's why you hate it because of love!" Tang Shichi gave Xia Hou a grumpy look. In the moonlight, Xia Houzhen's thin cheeks looked a little pale, and his eyebrows flew diagonally. Now he relaxes and has a faint taste.

Tang Xishi still remembers how Xia Houyu saved him. At that time, he was trapped in a prison car, and all his money was almost wiped out by those disciples in the knife village. He used a silver note that was finally hidden in the insole. Changed a chicken leg, completely poor. While he was eating the chicken legs in despair, Xia Houyu came out of the night, and the ghosts generally wandered among the disciples. In a blink of an eye, all four of the escorted disciples broke their throats. He was still afraid of Xia Houyi at that time, and the chicken legs fell to his feet without notice. Only after Xia Houyi went away did he understand that this guy just came to kill Liu's disciples.

Later, he followed Xia Houyu to help him go to Tangmen to steal the music and help him forge the night. Xia Houzhen is really a good boss. He never owes wages and pays on schedule. He also pays big red packets for the holidays. He often spends no money sleeping in the Galan brothel.

"Hey, boss, I'll be sad if you fart." Tang Shiqi said.

Xia Houyi turned his head to look at him, and this round-faced man narrowed his smile. Xia Hou smiled and said, "Seventeen, the life of man is not for the sake of eating and drinking Lazarus. There will always be someone who can save your life to protect you, even if she dies. Go revenge. "

"I have the boss." Tang Shichi lowered his head. "Do you remember the Tang Lan who you dug the grave? He is my sixth uncle, I was brought up by him since I was a kid. I have no father or mother, He taught me hand-to-hand and archery. I would leave Tangmen to find him. But he died. I did n’t even know who the enemy was. My crossbow machine lost sight, only I can be empty in my hand. "

"..." Xiahou froze, and said, "Sorry, uh, rest assured, I buried him back again, burning paper every year."

"It's okay, you know that people like us who are full of evils do not believe in gods and Buddhas." Tang Shiqi smirked and said, "Boss, do you think I'm very persuaded? Uncle Liu, who is so good to me, is dead , I actually walked around the green house drinking wine and sleeping peacefully. I have always admired you, boss, you are the man I have ever met, and you can do it without any ambiguity. Kill the Buddha. "

I also want to be so desperate. But I couldn't help but think, it's not easy for my mother to come to this world to take a look. I'm really sorry that I didn't live a good life. I got out of my mother's womb. I have no other wish in my life, I just want to die in a woman's bed. This is the best place for a man to live. Boss, do you think my uncle Liu will blame me? "

"No, he won't want you to take revenge." Xia Houyi said.

"Yeah, boss." Tang Shichi looked up at Xia Houyi, "Have you ever thought about it, in fact, Galauru did not want you to take revenge?"

Xia Hou laughed and circled such a circle, it turned out to be a lobbyist.

"I know, I always knew, my mother didn't want me to take revenge." Xia Houyi held the wine and looked at the dark night, the moon was covered by clouds, and the forest was outside the house, like a ghost, standing, "But Some things are not what you do n’t want to do. Whenever I hold Shoubo, when I climb up to bed and close my eyes to sleep, the past chases after me like a ghost. "

Tang Shiqi didn't speak, and the two looked at the night together, the stars were dense, as if trembling.

"When my mother just left, I couldn't sleep all night and all night, thinking about **** him every day." Xiahou took a sip of wine and said suddenly, "I have a big gap with him, he is Master Swordman, with 3,000 disciples, I am not afraid to kill him and be retaliated. I am afraid I ca n’t even enter his threshold. I am so sad that I am desperate to practice the sword. But I have no talent The people in Galan laughed at me and said that I was a wretched man. "

"What the **** are you talking about? Boss, you're a waste, what did I do!"

"It doesn't matter. I don't care what they say. I know I will go to Liu Guizang someday." Xia Houyi said softly. "But the saddest thing is not that you are scolded for being a wasteful, coward, but in your heart. Understand that even if you go back in time, when you returned to the day when your mother died on the street, you still ca n’t go out, you still ca n’t cross that door, and kill Liu Guizang. "

Xia Houyi looked at Tang Shiqi and said, word by word, "So I recognized everything they scolded, because I'm just a wit."

Tang Shiqi looked at Xia Houyi sternly, he saw the deep sorrow in Xia Houyi's eyes, like heavy black iron, like dense haze. He suddenly understood that no one could stop Xia Houyi. This assassin can destroy the world for the woman who tragically died on the street, or even himself.

"Boss ..." What did Tang Shichi want to say.

"Seventeen, don't confuse it like this in the future." Xia Houyu interrupted him. "You are not Garan, you can't stay in Wanxiang Lou for a while, look for an errand, and marry a good wife. The best place for a man to live It wasn't that she was lying on the bed of a messy woman, it was a good coffin made of twelve silver, buried next to your daughter-in-law. How happy it was to marry a daughter-in-law when I saw Renxiu. "

"What about you, boss, where is your destination?"

"Well," Xia Houzhen stood up, jumped onto a large tree beside the roof, and slid down the trunk. He waved his hands behind Tang Shiqi and stepped into the shadow of the corridor, step by step. Home, in the dark. "

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Dark clouds over the city, like the thick ink randomly rolled out by a writing brush on rice paper, are on the top of a person's head, as if they can reach out with their hands, making people feel gloomy and uncomfortable.

Liu Gui Tibetan mastiff raised the car curtain and glanced outside. Afraid it was going to rain, the pedestrians in the street were in a hurry, and they hurried home quickly, for fear that they would be drowned in a while. There weren't many people in the street soon. Only a few stall vendors were still collecting stalls, and the cart was squatting on the ground, making a rumbling sound. I didn't pay attention to it and thought it was thunder.

Liu Guizang asked people to hurry up to the carriage, sit back in the carriage, and close their eyes to rest.

The carriage drove out of the way and suddenly stopped. Liu Guizang heard the disciples scream: "Zhuangzhang!"

Liu Guizang frowned, opened the curtain, and drank, "What a fuss!"

After speaking, he was stunned.

On the opposite side, not far away, a girl in black was riding on a horse, her black hair was plain white, and there were only two black eyes. Her body and horse were covered with **** heads, and messy long hair tangled under the broken neck was tied together, like a scribbled and lengthy stroke. As the girl rushed forward, the heads bumped against each other, making a dull sound, like a witch drum from ancient times, attracting souls wandering in the wasteland.

The disciples stepped back in amazement, and some recognized that the head was immediately a disciple of Jing Dao Shan Zhuang.

The girl didn't have an expression and didn't talk.

"Zhuang, Zhuangzhu!" One of his disciples exclaimed, "It's night, night!"

Liu Guizang raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

The horse stopped, and a mute man's voice came from deep in the street, as if a lonely ghost whispered softly.

"Aesculus kalan Xia Hou, sent Liu Zhuang owner to bliss."