The years when I was an old man

Qilu is not our territory, and there is an invisible killer behind me.

At some point, he might attack me.

It is not an easy task to solve Manager Liu under such circumstances.

I thought of a few plans, but none seemed to work.

In the past few days, all of us stayed in the hotel, waiting for Zheng Ruhuan's golden basin washing ceremony.

That evening, Master Hong and I were drinking tea and chatting in the lobby bar when Xie Chengbing suddenly called.

Xie Chengbing and I haven't seen each other since the last time we gambled against Li Jianlu.

She sent me a few messages, asking me how Xiaoduo is doing.

As for Xie Yiliu's paintings in my hand, I entrusted He Xiaoshi to help me sell them little by little.

The price is good, and I also have a few million income.

The contract she opened with Fang Chu has also been signed.

After picking up the phone, Xie Chengbing said directly:

"Sixth day, do you have time? I want to ask you out for a chat..."

"Are you in trouble?"

Anyway, Xie Chengbing is Xiaoduo's mother, so naturally I have a little more respect for her.

On the other end of the phone, Xie Chengbing's helpless sigh came immediately.

"I've been dreaming about Xiaoduo these days. I know she doesn't want to see me now. Seeing you come out, I want to talk to you about the next plan. I don't want this child to wander in the world like this..."

Xiaoduo's matter should be settled.

It's just that Xiaoduo has a knot in her heart, she always wants Xie Chengbing to admit her in public.

I thought for a while and replied:

"Send me the location, I'll go there now!"

Putting down the phone, I called Old Hei and Dumb, and went straight out the door.

Xie Chengbing's place was a restaurant called "Old Luweier".

It is said that this is a hundred-year-old shop with extremely exquisite cooking skills.

Traditional Shandong dishes such as roasted sea cucumber with scallions and fried double crisps are the best in Qilu.

When we arrived, we saw that the parking lot at the door was already full of cars.Lao Hei had no choice but to park the car in the alley next to him.

The two planned to wait for me in the car, while I walked towards the restaurant alone.

Although it was only past seven o'clock, it was already dark in Quancheng in late autumn.

The lights on the side of the road flickered dimly.

I walked forward slowly, with motorcycles and cars speeding past me from time to time.

Seeing that he went up a few steps, he arrived at the restaurant.But suddenly there was a "bang" from the side of the road.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a bicycle collided with a motorcycle.

The person on the bicycle fell to the ground and said dissatisfiedly:

"My mother is here, can you ride a bicycle?"

The motorcycle rider was obviously a stunned young man, and he immediately scolded:

"My maidservant, you blindly bumped into me, and you still scold me?"

The accident between the two of them did not cause any waves in this silent night.

Except for me taking a quick look, there wasn't even a single person on the side of the road who stopped to watch.

I turned around and was just about to go up the steps.

Suddenly, not far away, there was a roar from Old Hei:

"Little Sixth Master, be careful!"

I have known Lao Hei for so long, and we have experienced countless battles together.

But I have never heard him worry and roar like this time.

For a moment, my heart immediately hung up.

What came to my mind was the "Eight Brocade Hanging Styles" that Uncle Zhong had taught me.

When you are attacked from behind, don't turn your head, just fall to the ground and bow your head.

These seemingly ordinary eight sentences contain life-saving philosophy.

I fell to the ground, covered my head with my hands, and rolled on the spot.

Then, a black figure wearing soft cloth shoes ran towards me.

I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could clearly see him stomping his feet on the ground, and two sharp knives protruded from the front of his cloth shoes.

Stomp the crossbow!

At the beginning, I learned art from Uncle Zhong, he once told me.

Among Suo Mingmen's killing skills, there is the skill of stomping the crossbow.

As soon as I lifted my foot, the sharp blade pierced towards me.

I hurriedly raised my hand, trying to stop him.

But I am very clear in my heart, facing the master of Suo Mingmen.

When I do this, it is almost equivalent to blocking a car with a mantis arm.

At this moment, I even felt disheartened.

At this time, I heard a dumb voice shouting from the side:

"I'll kill you bastard!"

Then, there was a whistling sound, and it was unknown what it was, cutting through the night sky and heading straight for the killer.

The killer also seemed a little apprehensive, and he hurriedly backed away.

With a sound of "clang", the mute's sickle fell to the ground beside him.

The mute had already rushed up, and he swooped towards the killer.

Obviously, the killer doesn't want to fight.

He took a few steps back and ran towards a motorcycle next to him.

The mute didn't even think about it, so he chased after him.

As soon as the murderer raised his hand, a silver light flashed across the night sky and came straight towards the mute.

The mute was taken aback for a moment, and then he fell to the ground with an "ow".

Sleeve Crossbow!

I haven't seen it, but I've heard of it from Uncle Zhong.

This kind of crossbow is specially made, not big.But the strength is great.

Once an important part is hit, the person will either die or be disabled.

At this moment, Lao Hei and I also caught up.

The killer had already stepped onto the motorcycle and disappeared into the night.

"How are you, dumb?"

The mute was lying on the ground, his face twitching.

"Where is the injury?"

The dumb hand touched the thigh, and I realized that the pants on the inside of the thigh had been dyed red.

"Little, little, sixth master..."

The mute suddenly grinned, with a painful expression on his face.

"It's okay dumb, I've already called an ambulance!"

The mute shook his head again and again, and he gestured at me with his thumb and index finger.

"Just, just, just a little bit. Red Snake has to, don't want me. It's not good for him to pierce me, he has to go, go there..."

I wanted to laugh a little, but I was embarrassed.

But what the dumb said was right, it was a blessing in misfortune.