Urban Hidden Dragon

Duanmulin ran toward the outside of the wall with his gun in hand.

There was a hole in the snow that had just melted.

Something could be vaguely seen under the hole.

Dongzi took a big broom from the yard and swept it a few times.

After seeing several corpses, Dongzi was so frightened that he almost threw the broom away.

Duanmulin was also frightened.

After calming down, he stepped forward to observe.

He used his feet to pull out a corpse and found that it turned out to be the thieving Big Huangya.

Shocked, he quickly pulled away several other corpses.

I found that they were all members of the Chai family.

The corpses were frozen and distorted.

The old man's body in the middle looked familiar to Duanmulin, so he looked at it carefully for a long time.

"Is this the old bastard from the Chai family?"

Dongzi also took a closer look, "Damn it! It's true! Isn't this old bastard a master of transformation? This! This! How did he die?"

The two people looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, their eyes filled with countless fears.

The corpse seemed to have been twisted out of shape by an external force.

Uncle Lame came out and squatted down to observe carefully.

His face was calm.

But a storm had already arisen in my heart.

The corner of his eye glanced at Wang Han.

He still remembered what Wang Han said last night that someone didn't want him to sleep!

Several people died outside the yard this morning.

This is certainly not a coincidence!

Duan Muying was relatively calm compared to the two women. After walking out and taking a closer look, he glanced at Wang Han from the corner of his eyes.

Wang Han yawned, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the door lazily looking at the corpses outside the wall, looking indifferent.

"Uncle Lame, what's going on?"

Duanmulin asked, suppressing the fear in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, Uncle Lame said, "Call the Chai family! Ask them to come and collect the body!"

After half an hour.

The Chai family is here.

When the leader, a strong man with rosacea, saw the corpse, he immediately became furious, "How could we, the Chai family, who were so good, die here? Don't you, the Duanmu family, give us an explanation?"

Uncle Lame looked at the man coldly, "Which one of us here do you think can kill several of them in one go?"

"Then I have nothing to do with it. Our Chai family members are dead anyway! Your Duanmu family has to give us an explanation! Otherwise we won't be finished!"

The lame uncle sneered, "Then let's talk about it. What do you guys from the Chai family want to do when you stay up late at night and come to our place?"

Rosacea dodged his eyes with a guilty look and snorted coldly, "Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with you! Let's go!"

The lame uncle glanced at Wang Han again from the corner of his eye.

"Let's go back too! It's not safe here!"

On the way back, Duanmulin guessed, "Uncle Lame, could he be the one who came to assassinate my cousin?"

The lame uncle didn't say anything, he was just moving forward.

Duanmulin held the shotgun in his arms and looked back at Wang Han, "Cousin, don't worry, I will protect you."

"Who is protecting the other at this critical moment between you two?" Duan Muying slapped Duan Mulin.

Duanmulin shrank his neck, "Isn't this just to embolden me? Go faster! This person is in the dark, and we are in the open. It is easy to dodge open guns and hidden arrows! He can kill the old bastard of the Chai family silently." Yes, he must be a master!"

Dongzi also held the gun and asked doubtfully, "Why are those people from the Chai family going to the cabin in such good condition?"

Duanmulin shrank his neck, "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Just run away and it's over! No matter what they are doing there!"

More than half an hour later, several people came out of the hunting ground and drove towards Duanmu's house.

.....

Duanmu Akihito held the brush in his hand, holding it on his sleeve with one hand, and grinding it leisurely with the other hand.

The tape player was playing excerpts from the Peking Opera "Borrowing the East Wind".

After shaking his sleeves, Duanmu Akihito took out a brush from the pen holder.

Dip the brush into the inkstone, raise your wrist and apply a light ink on the edge of the inkstone.

pen to paper.

There is a green character written on the left side of the rice paper.

He glanced with satisfaction.

Ink again.

After lightening the ink.

I started writing the prefix "dao" on the upper right side of the character "green".

When it’s time to continue writing.

The door to the study room was pushed open in a hurry.

"uncle!"

Duanmu Akihito shook his hand.

He frowned and raised his head.

"What are you doing in such a hurry? Can't you see me writing?"

The person turned around, closed the door, and walked over with his head lowered.

Standing in front of the desk without saying a word.

The word "Zheng" was slowly written on the right side of the word "green".

Quiet.

Duanmu Akihito admired his masterpiece.

"When this person reaches a certain age, his state of mind will change a lot. After thousands of sails, landslides and earth shattering, he can still keep his expression unchanged. There is a word for "quiet" in the word "quiet". Only after endless disputes can you understand it. To what is tranquility!”

The visitor forced out a dry smile.

"That's what the uncle said."

Duanmu Akihito shook his sleeves, dipped in ink again and wrote on the side.

"Has that old bastard from the Chai family gone?"

"went!"

"Is he dead?"

"died."

The tip of Duanmu Akihito's pen stopped, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahahaha!"

Drama came from the tape recorder.

Duanmu Akihito sang along.

"Pang Shiyuan has prepared a series of plans to attack Shao Dongfeng with fire to make Zhou Lang anxious. I predict that the east wind will fall on the Jiuzhi day, and set up an altar in Nanping Mountain with Kuigang. I am here holding a magic sword on the seven-star altar and looking at it. Jiang was chained to the warships and lined up in a row. I sighed that the east wind had set fire to the warships, and Cao Ying's soldiers had nowhere to hide!"

The subordinates at the table looked at Duanmu Akihito's fighting state, with uncertain expressions on their faces.

Finally he spoke.

"Uncle! That old bastard from the Chai family is dead!"

Duanmu Akihito shook his head and continued to sing selflessly while holding the pen, "This is also the time to escape and be arrested. I, Zhuge, pretended to wish me... What did you say?"

The subordinate lowered his head, "That Wang Han is not dead, it's that old bastard from the Chai family who is dead!"

"Is Wang Han dead? Is the old bastard from the Chai family dead? Are you kidding me?"

"Uncle, this is a photo of the corpse!"

The subordinate handed over the mobile phone.

The moment I saw the photo of the corpse.

Duanmu Akihito shook his hand in shock and dropped the brush in his hand.

Slap it!

The tip of the pen touched the rice paper and splashed out a cloud of ink.

The word "static" is also splashed with ink drops, adding a bit of abstract color.

"How did you die?"

The subordinate shook his head, "I don't know."

"Can't you even kill a great master? You're a piece of trash!"

"Neither the cripple nor Duanmu Lin and Duan Muying knew about it. They didn't even know that the Chai family had passed before they found the body again!"

Duanmu Akihito leaned on the desk with both hands and stared at the table for a long time.

"No! I seem to have remembered something. Are the four guardians of wind, fire, thunder and lightning under that pretty boy about to leave seclusion? Could this be their doing?"

Duanmu Akihito's legs softened and he sat on the chair.

There was intense fear in his expression.

He swallowed subconsciously.

After a while, the phone on the table vibrated.

Duanmu Akihito answered the phone.

Not knowing what he heard, he jumped up from his chair, his face turned sallow.

Duanmu Akihito continued to answer the phone after hanging up the phone for a long time.

"Uncle?" the subordinate shouted.

Duanmu Akihito came to his senses.

"What's the matter, sir?"

Duanmu Akihito sat on the chair as if he had lost the support of his bones.

"He has indeed come out of seclusion! Uncle Zangden, one of the four guardians, has come out of seclusion early!"

...

Duanmulin, a tough guy, held his cell phone and sent a voice message to Jing Yingchu.

"It's okay, baby, if you're scared, I'll go look for you at night!"

Dongzi glanced sideways, "What are you looking for from her? It's nothing you want."

Duanmulin put his phone into his pocket, "Jealous! You are just jealous that I have a partner!"

"Why am I jealous of you? Who would be jealous if your partner is like that!"

Duanmulin sent a sweet voice message to Jing Yingchu.

"You can't see that your partner is like this!" Dongzi said unbearably.

Duanmulin said with a straight face, "What's wrong with my partner?"

"You two have been together for three months and haven't even kissed each other. What the hell?"

"This is called Plato. How many times have you asked me to tell you this! My partner's family is more traditional. Do you think I'm like those women you've seen who have sex before they're married?"

"Tradition? Traditionally, those social platforms post so many photos that are completely wiped out?"

"That's called an art photo! Do you understand art?" Duanmu Lin said, squinting his neck.

Dongzi found the photo, "Look, can this be called an artistic photo? Which family has this traditional look! Let Brother Han take a look! There are even tattoos here!"

"What's wrong with the tattoo? You're prejudiced! Right bro!"

Wang Han nodded, "Tattoos cannot define a person's quality! This is too narrow-minded! I have seen big men covered in tattoos anonymously donating to impoverished mountainous areas, and I have also seen fair-skinned and elegant people with low morals."

Duanmulin held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile, "Look! My cousin must be enlightened and thoughtful. You just envy me for having a partner. You are an old single. Cousin, what do you think of my partner? Is it special? Pure?"

While talking, Duanmulin asked Wang Han to take a look at Jing Yingchu's photos on social platforms.

Wang Han glanced at it.

His eyes were fixed on Jing Yingchu's tattoo.

Wang Han's expression gradually became weird.

Jing Yingchu has four big characters tattooed on his lower back.

Travel Safely!

"Cousin, just these two days of contact, what do you think of my partner?"

Wang Han held the cigarette in his mouth.

Turning his eyes, he took out a dark green hat from the shelf next to him and put it on Duanmulin's head.

He gently patted Duanmulin on the head.

"It's cold! Put it on!"