In the Blade

"So this must be a dream, right?"

Until the shackles were put around his neck and a basin of cold water was poured on his head, the old blacksmith still thought it was all a dream.

In other words, all this must be a dream, and it can only be a dream.

otherwise……

"I, what have I done?"

The old blacksmith even dared not recall what he had just done.

A total of thirty-six corpses were lying on the ground. They were the famous local giant shark gang. They had always controlled the hooks of the sword pavilion and did some things to force girls into prostitution. For such strong men who dominated the place, the old blacksmith even used to do it. He didn't dare to meet him, let alone the Ju Shark Gang. Even a gangster from the Ju Shark Gang who didn't join the gang would be enough to make him miserable.

In other words, with his meager status, he is not even qualified to know this giant shark gang.

In fact, until just now, the old blacksmith had not recognized the leaders of the Giant Shark Gang. At that time, he was still immersed in the exhilaration of being in charge of one man. In the past, the old blacksmith had once been curious about those so-called What is going on with a person who has evil spirits in his head? He really has no backbone at all. How can he kill someone with a knife?

But after experiencing it personally, he realized what this kind of thing really meant.

It feels so refreshing to face many strong men with your own strength and sweep everything in front of you with a three-foot sword!

With a sword in hand, nothing can stop him! What else can stop me!

It was under this thought that he wielded the sword more and more smoothly at that time. Anyway, this should be a dream. In reality, when facing these strong men, he may still need to be submissive, but in the dream He can kill everyone without any scruples!

"kill!"

After killing those vicious men with knives and swords, the old blacksmith was still not satisfied. It happened that a group of guards came to him with ropes and chains more than ten steps away.

"Well done!"

The old blacksmith felt that he had not killed enough, and now there was a new opponent. Wasn't this a meal for him?

His sword is not bad either!

So the old blacksmith took three steps and two steps at a time. As soon as he raised his sword, he was going to stab the nearest government servant to him first.

But at this moment, the invincible sword stopped on its own.

The sword stopped in mid-air, and the old blacksmith was startled. Facing the blood-stained sword, the government officials were also startled. However, the old blacksmith and the officials stopped, but the rope thrown in the air The condoms and chains don't stop.

So the old blacksmith was tied up immediately, and then several water and fire sticks were used to beat him down in turn.

The big stick hit his body, which was an excruciating pain. The old blacksmith even felt that he might have broken several bones.

It was at this time that the old blacksmith knew.

This is not a dream.

Everything is true.

He really rushed into the territory of the Giant Shark Gang out of nowhere, picked up his sword out of nowhere, and killed everyone in the Giant Shark Gang out of nowhere, and even almost killed the official who came to inquire.

"What have I done?"

The old blacksmith's head was still a little dizzy. Everything was too bizarre. Ever since he was a child, he had never seen such a thing, or even heard of it.

However, while he was confused, the officers were not confused. In order to prevent the old blacksmith from getting violent and hurting people again, the officers immediately removed the sword from the old blacksmith's hand, and then put heavy shackles on the old blacksmith's hands. The neck completely restricted the old blacksmith's ability to resist.

It wasn't until they confirmed that the old blacksmith couldn't move his hands that the guards brought a bucket of cold water over and poured it on the old blacksmith's head.

"Are you awake?"

The leader of the guards came over and picked at the old blacksmith's eyelids.

"I'm asking you something!"

"..."

The old blacksmith said nothing.

In other words, he has lost the ability to organize language at this moment.

This must be a dream, it must be a dream.

Otherwise, how could he end up in such a situation?

But it turned out that his experience would only become more bleak. Before the old blacksmith could say anything, the leading government servant waved his hand, and then he was thrown into prison by the police.

The iron doors, iron windows, and iron chains blocked all possibilities for his escape. Perhaps it was to prevent him from escaping, or perhaps they simply forgot that the guards even starved him for two days without even giving him a piece of corn. Two nights.

The old blacksmith was already old, and how could he withstand such a situation? In addition, he was already frightened by this unexpected situation, and he soon became extremely weak.

The dungeon was cold and damp at night, and there were no beddings in the cell. The old blacksmith could only hold up the straw in the corner to comfort himself, which was considered a bit of bedding.

"I knew it earlier, I knew it earlier..."

Looking at the moon outside the iron window, the old blacksmith couldn't help but sigh.

If he had known he would end up in this situation, even in his dream, he would never act like a hero!

What one man is in charge of, what killing with a sword is all for young people. At his age, he should have known that this is never a good way - the so-called strong among the strongest, today If you can kill seven and eight with a sword, who knows if you will be killed by a more powerful master with a single sword tomorrow?

"Kill..."

Thinking of this, the old blacksmith became more and more frightened.

Obviously, he was about to be killed. With thirty-six lives on his shoulders, how could he possibly survive?

This made the old blacksmith hold the straw tighter. Only this false sense of security could make him feel more secure.

But just with this hug, the old blacksmith suddenly felt that something was wrong.

There was a hard object in the straw, which even hurt his bones.

"This..."

Feeling the shape of the hard object, the old blacksmith was sweating all over.

This was a sword, a sword he was very familiar with.

It was the Yin-Yang sword he forged with his own hands. He had used this sword to kill someone a few days ago.

"Yo!"

The startled old blacksmith almost threw the sword away.

That was indeed a shock, after all, he had seen with his own eyes that the sword was seized by the police officers, and then the police officers took the sword as evidence of the murder weapon to the warehouse - the most important thing is that he had slept in this straw for two days, and it didn't look like there was a sword in it.

But now, the sword that shouldn't appear appeared in the place where it shouldn't appear.

"Grandpa!"

Respectfully put the sword wrapped in straw in the corner, and the old blacksmith kowtowed.

"Quickly put away your magic power! I really can't stand your torment! You are so generous that you just let me go. I didn't commit any crimes, nor did I kill or set fire to anyone. Why did you find me..."

Really didn't commit any crimes?

At this time, another thought inexplicably arose in the old blacksmith's mind.

It should be... No, right?

It should be no. At least in the old blacksmith's own impression, the most outrageous thing he had done was just selling some defective products and making some dirty money. As for murder and arson... Well, it's not that he didn't have this intention. After all, who wouldn't be jealous when seeing those evil masters killing people and making a lot of money?

But the problem is that if he has this intention, he must have the courage.

If he could really be so cruel and take human lives lightly, how could he stay in a small blacksmith shop and live a life that might not open once every ten days or half a month?

"Grandpa! Please forgive me!"

Thinking of this, the old blacksmith kowtowed to the sword wrapped in straw.

He didn't know what sin he had done, why was he entangled with this sword. Although it was true that he made this sword, it shouldn't be like this, right? Could it be that there was something strange about the strange iron material? If he touched it, his family would be destroyed?

"I just want to live, I just want to live my own life, I am old and I am not worthy of you, please be kind and give me a way to live..."

His head hit the ground, blood was everywhere, and coupled with the injuries caused by the water and fire stick, the old blacksmith felt pain all over his body.

But it was this pain that made the old blacksmith a little more sober.

"...Wait a minute?"

Looking at the sword wrapped in straw and the iron gate of the cell, the old blacksmith was stunned.

If he remembered correctly, the sword he forged was a sword that could cut iron like mud, and he had even tested it before. Facing the steel knives of the Giant Shark Gang, he could break five of them with one sword.

Five knives, these are five.

No matter how strong this iron railing is, can it be as strong as those five steel knives stacked together?

"Ancestor! You really saved my life!"

Thinking of this, the old blacksmith was overjoyed.

It turned out that he had been wrong from the beginning. This sword was not meant to kill him, but to save him!

"Good! Hahaha! Great! It's worth it for me to make you!"

Seeing that there was hope of escaping, the old blacksmith was immediately overjoyed.

Seeing that it was the middle of the night and there was no one guarding the prison, the old blacksmith reached out and pulled out the sword hidden in the straw. He first cut off the shackles on his hands and feet with two swords, and then split the prison door with another sword.

Just look at the shining sword blade, there was no damage at all!

"Good sword! It's really a good sword!"

The old blacksmith pushed open the prison door and was overjoyed.

But just when he was about to escape, the old blacksmith suddenly heard a sound of footsteps.

"Yo!"

The frightened old blacksmith quickly retreated back into the prison.

So although there was no one left to watch the prison, there were still officers patrolling back and forth at night. The two officers carrying the fire and water sticks coming from afar were doing this night shift.

Looking at the thick and solid fire and water sticks, the old blacksmith couldn't help shrinking his neck.

No wonder the old blacksmith was afraid, because these two officers were something he couldn't deal with even with his sword.

This was strange. Obviously, when this sword was used to deal with the members of the Giant Shark Gang, it was still invincible, but when it was swung at the officers, it stopped by itself - God knows why this sword went wrong at the critical moment. Could it be that this sword really couldn't deal with the officers?

Anyway, wait for the two officers to leave first, and then find a chance to escape.

The old blacksmith thought so.

However, at this time, there was a conversation coming from a distance.

"I think we should kill this old man quickly, otherwise there will be trouble if something happens..."

"How to kill him? Tell me how to kill him?"

Another voice also rang out.

"You know what this old man did. The leaders of the Giant Shark Gang are all sworn brothers of Captain Zhang. The brothel business has benefited several big families in the county, and even the county magistrate has received benefits... You open your mouth and want to kill him, and then use you to take the blame?"

"This..."

"What is this? If this old man dies in prison and hands over a dried corpse, do you think the big families will believe it? Will the county magistrate believe it? Do you think everyone believes that this old man committed a crime, or... Do you believe that Captain Zhang wants to swallow up your brother's property?"

"That is to say..."

"This old man must die, but he must die with reason and evidence... After two days, the adults in the county will decide the matter, and our Captain Zhang will get himself out of it. That's when the old man should die."

"So that's how it is. I didn't think much about it."

"Use your brain more. Don't just collect money all day long. At least learn to look up at the sky..."

The two officers chatted as they approached the cell.

But the content of the conversation made the old blacksmith feel cold.

Good guy, he knew that the matter of provoking the Giant Shark Gang would not end. It turned out that there was such a collusion of interests in it. He had originally thought that if he broke the Giant Shark Gang, would it be considered as eliminating harm for the people? What if the county magistrate showed mercy and let him go?

But now it seems that this idea is still a bit too dreamy. The Giant Shark Gang can occupy a place in Jiange Town. It turns out that there is such a backer behind it.

These yamen runners, the head of the police who arrested him, and the county magistrate... were actually in the same group with the giant shark gang from the beginning!

Such a huge monster, how could he afford to offend it!

"We have to run quickly!"

Seeing that the two yamen runners did not notice the movement of the prison door and walked away, the old blacksmith hurriedly pushed open the prison door and was about to leave.

But at this moment, his hand touched the hilt of the sword unconsciously.

The bright sword was unsheathed, and the frosty blade was shining faintly under the moonlight.

The sword was shining, but the old blacksmith was sweating.

Just because, his hand couldn't let go of the hilt of the sword.

The sword that should have been thrown into the prison was like taking root in his hand at this moment, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he shook it - not only that, the sword even carried his body forward!

The old blacksmith didn't stop until the blade sank into the vest of a yamen runner.

"You, you won't kill the constable, right?"

The old blacksmith was shocked. He didn't expect this to happen.

But just as he was talking, the sword cut out again.

The head of another yamen runner also rolled to the ground, and the bones rolled around.

The two bodies fell to the ground, and the pungent smell of blood made the old blacksmith dizzy.

"Grandpa! What are you doing!"

The old blacksmith immediately knelt down again and kowtowed to the sword in his right hand.

"Don't mess with me! What are you going to do! Give me a definite answer!"

I don't need you to do anything.

An idea inexplicably emerged in the old blacksmith's mind.

I just want you to be a hero.