The Governor is Sick

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The roof of the cell was broken, and the residual water from the eaves flowed in along the gap and dropped to the ground, soaking a piece of the ground. At the high part of the wall was a window, iron railings, each of which was as thick as Xia Houyi's wrist, and the dim light came in from it, so that Xia Houyi could not reach out his fingers. There are stone walls on all sides and a low door in the corner. The wall was very thick, except for the sound of wind coming from the skylight, there was no sound, as if the whole cell was the only one alone. Sometimes it seems that I can hear the slamming of chains dragged to the ground in other cells, and soon disappeared, like an illusion.

The night was already deep, and darkness covered his whole body. Only the skylight penetrated a little light. He drew under the light and saw the dust flying in the light, like countless little bugs, turning around without a thought.

He couldn't remember the time, like five days later, and seven days later. When he woke up, the wound on his body was already bandaged, and it was very scribbled. Obviously the bandaged person just didn't want him to bleed too much and died. The side of the head hurt, and he tried to touch it, and a big bag swelled there. In fact, you don't have to look at it, he must have a blue nose and a swollen face, which is unbearable.

He thought he would never have a chance to get revenge again. Liu Guizang must be preparing for the decapitation conference. He can survive to this day because it takes time for the Wulin Zhengdao to arrive in Liuzhou. He practiced the sword for four years and studied the wire-drawing techniques for four years. Eventually, he failed to defeat Liu Guizang, and even became a stepping stone for Liu Guizang, helping him to re-enter the first throne of the rivers and lakes.

It's a joke.

There was a sudden sound of firecrackers outside, and fireworks and thunder exploded in the sky. Xia Houyi looked up and saw the purple fireworks rising from the slightly purple night on that side. He almost forgot that today is Duanyang Festival.

He thought of his mother. On one occasion, Duanyang Festival Xia Houyu took him to the high tower of Suzhou Dabao'en Temple. The tower has nine floors, and the top floor overlooks the entire city of Suzhou. Looking down from above, the blue tiles and white walls are row by row, like small chessboards, and people and cars and horses are walking around like ants. Huanghuang lights are united, and the whole city is burning at night. He shouted with joy, screamed on the trunk and said I wanted to fly. Xia Houyu held him up. The woman's strength was terrible, and she only hung five-year-old Xia Houyu outside the trunk with no effort. Xia Houyan was so frightened that he burst into tears. Xia Hou rushed him back and said with a headache, "Aren't you going to fly? I asked you to fly, why are you crying?"

Xia Houyi is like that. Except for killing and setting fire, nothing is reliable. Xia Houyi has lived till now, and has never seen any mother like her. But this kind of mother-in-law, let him sit on his shoulders and watch the big flower dan singing on the stage in the crowded sea, hold him in a awning boat, listen to the monk at the Hanshan Temple, and take him to the temple fair. The last hawker collected the stall.

Someone once told him that there are many doors in the world, and there is a room behind each door, and there is a family in each room. At that time, he was still young and unreasonable. When he saw that everyone had both parents, some even had more than one mother-in-law, but he only had a mother-in-law who talked better than nothing. For this, he had a big temper with Xia Houyi, and ran around the entire Galan village to ask who his father was and where he lived. No one knows, or no one dares to say. He didn't get the answer, but he left it behind. Now he understands that in fact there is him and his mother in this room, and it is a home.

But it was late, and his home was gone.

There was a strong acidity in the nasal cavity, and tears flowed from the eyes. Blindfolded, tears flowed from his fingers. He vowed not to cry anymore. He was twenty-one years old and should not cry anymore, but every time I recalled the past, I couldn't help it.

Time passed little by little, and the sound of artillery fire outside gradually faded and gone, and the world returned to silence. The sky lit up little by little. He heard the chickens in the distance. The sky shone in from the window. It was white and dangling.

The lock on the low door was being unlocked, and he heard the key poking into the keyhole.

He knew that he was about to be taken to the evil stage, and Liu Guizang would cut off his first stage in front of the people in the world. His blood would be sprayed on the stage and melted with many blood immersed in the mud. He's dying, his ghost will step into Huang Quan, he wondered, would he see his mother again?

He suddenly understood why people believed in such things as hell. It turned out that all the hopes of reincarnation and the land government spoke with Yin Yin's wish to meet with his dearest love after death.

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Galan Southwest Station.

The smoky air in the guest hall was filled with people. There are merchants who smuggle salt in the southwest, murderers wanted by the government, and the maidservants who cannot do business in the Central Plains but can't continue in the southwest, soliciting customers in the southwest. The fly flies wildly in the air, occasionally patrolling the table top covered with oil stains, and probed the dirty legs to the beef in the plate, but was quickly driven away. Most of the tiger's mouths and palms that drove away its hands are full of cocoons, which are the hands that hold the knife all the year round.

"All of you!" A round-faced man suddenly jumped up from the large table in the middle of the hall, hissing and screaming, "All of you, be quiet! In the next seventeenth of the Tang Dynasty, please listen to me!

No one cares about him, eats, chats, chats.

Tang Shiyi stomped: "Whoever **** listen to me, who do I give one or two money to!"

The station was quiet immediately, and everyone was staring at him.

With a wave of his hand in the seventeenth hand of Tang Dynasty, the literary love and the postman's miscellaneous service moved into a large box and began to send silver to the table. Tang Shiqi saw his heart throbbing, but couldn't help it.

Anyway, it is Xia Houyun's silver, what is he distressing!

"You all know the beheading of the evil evil two days later?" Tang Shixi shouted, looking around.

"Of course I know!" Someone responded, "It's spread all over the rivers and lakes, Liu Guizang's old tortoise posted notices everywhere. He caught Galaoluo's son Anonymous Ghost, and beheaded the evil beheading in the outskirts of Liuzhou two days later!"

"Now that everyone knows why you can still drink and eat meat with peace of mind here!" Tang Shichi made a look of indignation.

"He's going to cut the unknown ghost, what's the matter with us! Galan doesn't save him, do you still count on us?" Someone sneered, "Well, Galan assassin is really pitiful. I heard that Galan has rules, and the dead will not be rescued. The captives do not save, the rebels do not save. The unknown ghost can only wait for death! "

"Everyone is confused!" Tang Xie stomped his heart, spit in pain, said spitteringly, "How many gangsters have been beheaded since the establishment of the Evil Emperor Taiwan! The beheaded Yang Laoqi, who was beheaded last month, is me Since the debut of the heroes, the heroes have drawn 128 hearts and changed the color of Zhengdao! Last month, the left-handed knife Liu Erye was beheaded. He once singled out 72 decent men and his right hand was cut. , Practicing left-handed knives, it ’s still mixed with wind and water, what a hero! And no matter Gao Dalang, Fenglidao, Gushanke! All of them are first-class heroes, but all die on the evil platform! "

Everyone heard the silence, Tang Shiqi sipped, and continued, "Did you not know what Liu Guizang had in mind? He killed our underworld masters one by one, and unified the Zhengdao Road to order the rivers and lakes, we can kill us all! At that time, do you think you can still sit here drinking and eating meat with peace of mind, do women play little songs? "

Everyone looked at each other and said nothing. Someone mumbled, "But there are more people killed by unknown ghosts ..." Without saying a word, he immediately covered his mouth and dragged quietly.

Tang Shixi held his chest tightly and said indignantly: "Dear everyone, since the establishment of the Evil Tower, our underworld is really not as good as a mouse crossing the street! How old the tortoise that Liu Guizang did to us, is everyone with eyes closed? Pretend to be invisible! Lao Li, you said, what Liu Guizang did to you! "He pointed, a man with a wide face was named, and stood up in a hurry.

"Liu ... Liu Gui hid him ..." The man stuttered and looked at Tang Shixi bitterly.

Tang Shiqi glanced at him, squatting beside him and whispered a warning: "Wang Baju, you have received three or two pieces of silver from Lao Tzu, you will not let out a fart, Lao Tzu wants you to pay three hundred and two!"

The man beat a spirit and blurted out: "Liu Guizang has strengthened my old woman!"

Everyone was shocked. Tang Shiqi was also stunned. There was a lot of discussion in the room. Some people asked, "Dare to ask Lingtang Fangling's geometry?"

The man shook his lips and stuttered for a long time without answering.

But suddenly he heard a roar, and the letter lifted a teapot and fell to the ground, cracking to the ground, and he shouted with red eyes: "Liu Guizang is forgetful, even the old lady!"

Tang Shixi responded and shouted, "This beast!"

"Yeah, that **** caught my brother a few days ago. My brother was only sixteen years old. He just grabbed a bit of Cuizhen from the jewelry shop and was killed on the spot by the man in Jingdao Shanzhuang!" Someone cried. .

"And my brother!" Someone followed, "My dad was killed by someone in the neighboring village, my brother went to revenge, and was arrested by the man in Jingdao Shanzhuang. Some of them came from the neighboring village and took my brother Caught in a private cell, but it hasn't been released yet. Our family sells private salt, and we can't go to the government to discuss justice. What can we do! "

The crowd was infected, followed by scolding: "Forget the willow willow to go back to Tibet! The beast willow goes back to Tibet!" The scolding gradually became one after another, and the tide was flowing one after another, everyone was red-eyed.

Tang Shiqi took the opportunity to pull his sword out of his sheath, raised his head above his head, and shouted: "In this case, why not take advantage of the unknown ghost beheading the meeting two days later, kill Liu Guizang and rescue the unknown ghost! Raise my underworld power and invigorate my underworld reputation ! "

"Kill Liu Guizang and rescue the unknown ghost!"

"Lift my underworld's power and boost my underworld's reputation!"

The blood was boiling in Garam's post. Smugglers, murderers, robbers, thieves, scammers, and even the maidservants stood up, raised their swords high above their heads, and their blade-like blades reflected in the sun. The neat slogan was deafening. Tang Shichi excitedly looked at the love letter, the latter had bright eyes in the crowd, and nodded toward Tang Qi.

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Arrived two days later, Xia Houzhen was detained in an exposed car, Liu Guizang ordered him to tour the streets to show the crowd, and then escorted to the outskirts of evil streets. The street was crowded with people on both sides. People brought their homes and brought their mouths. The three generations of the family went out to see Xiahou Xunyou Street. The crowd filled the street with mountains and seas. The windows on the second floor of the shops on both sides were also open, and the heads of layers were found inside. When the car was launched, Xia Houzhen leaned on the rail and looked at the strange cheeks beside the car from the gaps in the mess. Their eyes were curious, excited, and scared. They were more disdainful and disdainful. And hate.

Xia Houyi looked around the crowd, and couldn't help wondering whether Tang Seventeen would be in it or whether the love would be in it. He knew that he had been abandoned by Garan, and he fell into an enemy, and Garan would not have anyone come to his rescue. Persistence went to Watanabe, Master Qiu was far from Shuobei, and Uncle Duan was in the Western Region. The abbot may get news, but he will never send someone. Shuqing and Tang Shiqiu will be stopped even if they want to come.

But he didn't feel sad in his heart. Galan wasn't his home. His home was long gone. He didn't belong to Galan. He was always alone.

He went to revenge alone and died alone.

His prison car passed through the crowds and went straight to the outskirts of Liuzhou. Stands and courts had been set up in the outskirts. Disciples surrounded the fence and there were hundreds of people. This beheading was regarded as a martial arts event. In order to accommodate more people, Liu Guizang deliberately moved Xietai to the suburbs. Liu Guizang stood on the high platform, and sat beside him with five heads, looking down at Xia Houyi.

Xia Houzhen was pushed to the decapitation platform by two disciples. He raised his eyes and looked grimly at Liu Guizang on the high platform.

Liu Guizang frowned, sneering disdainfully.

Xia Houyi was held on his shoulders, and his disciples asked him to kneel. Xia Houyi did not kneel. Knee bent and kicked, Xia Houzhen finally did not support the kneeling, but he still desperately raised his head and looked at Liu Guizang coldly.

"It really is an assassin. Look at his eyes like a lonely wolf, fierce and bloodthirsty." Donghai's fury gatekeeper praised.

Liu Guizhang frowned, and said, "Like his mother, it is disgusting."

The evil platform was boiling like sea, all the disciples were filled with joy, Xia Houyu heard someone shouting "Villain" loudly, and some people shouted that he would be kicked off his head when he was cut off.

Xia Houyi had no expression, he was not afraid of death long ago. They trade in life, and the more afraid they are, the easier they will be. He thought that he was indeed a villain with blood on his hands and a wealth of evil. Master Qiu said, "If you kill the karma, you will be killed." This is the retribution he deserves. He knew for a long time that he was not afraid of death.

He only hated his incompetence. Why is he so useless? If he has an ingenious ingenuity, or a disgusting sword skill, how can Liu Guizang stand proudly! His mother's broken body came to him again, and he bit his teeth in pain.

At three o'clock in the noon, the sun was hanging high, and the warm sun shone. The sword hung above Xia Houyi's head. Xia Houyi looked at his shadow and shook his fist vigorously.

He is going to die, he is going to die. His revenge can no longer be reported, and he will die lonely and humiliatingly. Xia Houyi's head ached for a while, and his anger was burning in his heart, licking his hot nerves. If you give him a knife, give him a knife! Xia Houyi stared fiercely at Liu Guizang on the high platform, he must have killed that bastard!

Suddenly, a sharp arrow flew out of the oblique stab, with a sharp whistling, with wind and thunder intruding into the eyebrows of the disciples, and even screaming was too late to call out. Xia Houyi heard a plop behind him, and the disciples fell in Behind him. He froze and looked away. On the hillside, Tang Shiqi carried Hengbo on his back, holding a long knife in each hand, and led a group of people down with the love.

"Boss!"

"Shi Shi!"

They screamed together, rushing into the crowd of the right path like a turbulent current, and the disciples were quickly disrupted. They turned around and drew their swords. More disciples came over and cut off the path between Tang XVII and Xiahou.

"Liu Zhuangzhu!" The gentleman's knife-door master stood up.

Liu Guizang raised his hand and shook his head. "A bunch of black people, let's see how my son Lang in the knife village treats them!"

Xia Houyi exulted in his heart. A disciple rushed to press him. He bit his disciple's hand and dragged him to the ground. He locked his throat with his legs, twisted, and clicked. Hang down weakly. Xia Houhuan turned around and shouted at Tang Shiqi and the love: "Seventeen! Brother!"

Tang Shiqi wielded his sword, like a ferocious beast, plunging into the crowd. The letter followed closely, and the two of them opened the road one by one. Tang Shiqi ’s two-handed knife continued to appear in the flesh and blood, bringing out the hot blood and the broken pieces of meat, and looking from a distance, they were like a moving vortex, and all the disciples close to them were crushed.

The blood was woven into a curtain, and Tang Shiqi's hands were soaked with sticky blood, and waves of people surged towards him. He rushed forward desperately, flesh and blood flying everywhere the sword was.

He counseled all his life, relying on women to eat, and did not dare to avenge his sixth uncle. This was the first time he had done such a big thing. He is going to save Xia Houyi, the fool who can destroy himself for revenge!

"Boss! You are so bullish! Don't die in front of my waste!" Tang Shiqi roared, pulled out the transverse wave behind him, and strove to throw it out at Xia Houyi.

Xia Houyu jumped into the sky to catch the transverse wave, and the bird of prey rushed into the crowd of black people, and joined Tang Shiqi.

The three faced the crowd back to back. Xiahou pinched a fierce radian on his lips: "Thank you, brother!"

"Remember to add money to Lao Tzu!" Tang Seventeen laughed.

Crowds of people came in one after another, the three of them continued to be chopped, the severed limbs were flying in the air, and the blood was pouring like rain. Xia Hou's blood was stretched, his chest undulated, and every breath delivered a lot of air. He heard the sound of torn flesh and bones, the desperate screams of a righteous disciple, and the wind blowing in his ears.

Yan Xie followed by Zhan Yue, Zhan Yue was followed by a single-blade round cut, and round cut was followed by a horizontal cut. No one could resist Xia Houyi's offensive, and he quickly brought out a blood path, like a **** scar, running across the crowd.

The doorkeepers watched on the high platform leisurely, and the doorkeeper of the fury tide of the East China Sea twisted his beard and sighed: "It is a terrible sword! Even me, I am afraid I cannot resist such a fierce sword."

The gentleman's knife-men whispered, "That's Hengbo. It drank all the blood in Gallo's hands. It would have been drinking blood by itself."

Liu Guizang sneered: "Whatever, no matter how strong a person is, he can't resist thousands of troops."

The three of Xia Houyi are still fighting!

There are more and more enemies, but fewer and fewer underworld people. Lao Li, who had previously said that his mother was strong by Liu Guizang, screamed, was drowned in the crowd, and her body was soon trampled by countless feet, her brain cracked. Tang Shichi watched his flattened head and grit his teeth to continue to kill, but the less energy he used, the sooner he could hardly keep up with Xia Houyi's pace. The letter was also panting, and was not dragged by Tang Shiqi.

"Boss! We're all gone!"

Xia Hou stubbornly held Hengbo, and the three and the remaining underworld brothers were surrounded by the disciples of the right path. There was no way out.

"Boss, my mother-in-law didn't expect that I would die with you!" Tang Shishi lost his left-handed knife and switched to holding the knife with both hands, smiling tiredly, his face covered with blood, almost looking The round face that was not pleasing to the original, "My **** mother still wants to die in a beautiful bed!"

"Seventeen!" Xia Houxi shouted, "Don't give up! Come and save me, I will send you out! And you, the letter, stand up for me!"

The letter dragged the knife, "Master! If you can go out, remember to help me take care of the willow shoots! Master, I have entrusted it to you!"

"Fuck you, yours, you take care of yourself!" Xia Houxiong shouted, like a Jedi wolf, waving Hengbo again to cut off the rushing people.

He was bathed in blood, his eyes were red and fierce as a ghost. The disciples pointed the tip of the knife at Xia Houyi, and did not dare to come forward.

Liu Guizhang shouted on the high platform: "Give me! Kill him!"

The disciples looked at each other, gathered courage, and raised the sword again.

But at this moment, there were rumbling horseshoes in the distance, sounding like Shen Xiong's snare drum. The five masters stood up, staring blankly into the distance.

It was a long team of men and women, each wearing black clothes, plain white masks, holding a long knife, like a black tide, running out of the dense forest. Their horses were blindfolded, and their iron hoofs were splashing dust. They are different from the Wuhe people led by Tang XVII. They are well-trained and rigorous. They cut straight into the battlefield like a black sharp arrow. Wherever they passed, their swords were stained with blood, and they fell into the horseshoe and were crushed into mud.

"Gallan Assassin ... a lot, a lot of Galan assassins!" Tian Yidaomen muttered.

"They have three hundred people," the gentleman said in horror.

"No! There are five hundred people!" Tian Yidao presided.

Some people say that a Galan Assassin is an army. Then five hundred Galan assassins are tantamount to thousands of troops!

They saw that the disciples of the right way were quickly washed down by the Garan Assassin, like a chaotic mud, and countless people had their necks chopped by a knife, and the blood sprayed like a spring. Five hundred Galan assassins, like Shura evil spirits emerging from the air, harvested life in the killing field.

The man headed by the cloak brought dust, and Zema went into a state of no one, and went straight to Xia Houyi.

He stretched out his pale right hand towards Xia Houyi. The hand had clear bones, rounded nails, and clean fingers.

"Xia Houyi, aren't you going to get revenge, I will send you!"

He was riding against the light, Xia Houyi could only see his thin and tall shadow, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was a trust that had no reason, as if they had known each other in their lifetime, and at this moment it was their long-awaited reunion across time and space. Xia Houyi put his hand in his palm, his hand was a little cold, but there was an inexplicable warmth.

Xia Houzhen was pulled on his horse and hugged his waist with his left hand.

"Sit down," he whispered, "let's go ... revenge!"