beg for chivalry

Rakshasa in black stood in front of a family.

It was noon.The day hung high in the sky, and it was dazzling everywhere, but he left a dark and cold figure in front of the door.From time to time there were a few dogs barking in the distance, and there were a few laughing words flying from outside the fence. Apart from that, there was silence, and there was no other sound.

He knocked on the firewood door twice, and after a while, a childish voice from the courtyard answered. "Coming!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of small footsteps, Chai Fei pushed away, and a child poked his head out.Seeing this man in black and wearing a Rakshasa mask, he couldn't help being frightened and shouted. "Ah, who are you?"

Seeing the panic of the child, Rakshasa in black laughed.He stretched out his hand to remove the Rakshasa mask on his face, revealing a pair of eyes as deep as ink pools.

Seeing a handsome young face under the mask, the child couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, which was far from the face of the blue-faced and long-toothed evil spirit. "Young master, who are you looking for?"

The man in black asked kindly. "Where's your father, tell him to come over, I have something to do with him."

After a while, a peasant man wearing a bamboo hat followed the boy.It was the afternoon of slack farming, and he was holding a bamboo basket for food in his hand. He was immediately shocked when he saw a gloomy figure standing at the door. "Who are you……"

Except for the "Heroes' Meeting" held by Qianjiazhuang, this remote village has never been visited by outsiders, let alone such a eccentric but dignified figure.

Before the words fell, a gust of wind suddenly swept through.

When the wind settled down, a large gust of turbulent plasma poured over the child's head and face.Before the child understood what had happened, the warm blood was splashed all over his head and face.

In an instant, silver strings were seen twirling between the fingers of the black-clothed man, and the black-clothed Rakshasa slightly twitched his fingers, tore off the farmer's head from his neck, and held it in his hand to keep playing.

Where have children seen such a tragedy?Immediately, he was so frightened that his eyes rolled white, his hands and feet trembled, and he couldn't say a word.He called his father over according to the man in black's words, and he didn't want to be slaughtered by the other party in an instant!

The black-clothed Raksha looked at the cut-off head for a while, and said to the stuttering child amiably.

"I changed my mind, call your mother over now."

His brows and eyes were curved, and there seemed to be a kind smile on his face all the time.If you put it on a daily basis, everyone will think that he is approachable.It's a pity that this person hides a knife in his smile, and is cruel by nature. No matter how handsome his face is, he can't hide the blood in his bones.

Even a young and ignorant child understands that if he really wants to call his mother over at this time, his mother will immediately be murdered by the man in black, and she will run away into the courtyard with a howl.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted his leg, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his neck, and when he reached out his hand to touch it, he found that it was soaked with bright red blood.It turned out that the black-clothed Raksha wrapped the string around the child's neck in an instant, and if he took a step, his head would fall to the ground immediately.

Behind him, the man in black put on his mask again, and said in a helpless tone. "Hey, why are you so impatient, kid? Seniors and young are in order, you have to meet your mother first."

Although the black-clothed Rakshasa's tone was solemn, there was a chill in it.He had just killed a person, but he acted as if nothing had happened, and he didn't even catch his breath. It can be seen that killing someone is as easy as breathing in and out, turning his hands and palms.

Suddenly there was an exclamation. "Hu'er, what's the matter?" A woman who called the child's baby name came out of the woodshed. She was dressed in plain linen clothes, and her hands and face were still stained with smoke.When she saw clearly the tragic scene in front of her eyes: her husband was headed by an owl, the ground was dripping with blood, and when her family's tiger was held by a strange man in black, there was no trace of blood on the already smoky face.

"Mother, this, this man cut off Daddy's head!" the child yelled sadly.

How could such a tragic thing happen?The peasant woman had never expected this to happen, nor had she seen such a frightening face. The rakshasa mask worn by the man in black would terrify people at first glance, like an evil creature crawling out of the river of blood in the underworld. ghost.

And this evil ghost never asks the reason for killing people, and now, at this time, he is going to come to her house to claim his life!

The peasant woman was so frightened that her heart was beating wildly.If it wasn't for the man in black holding her baby in his arms, she would have lost her mind a long time ago, and even ran and rolled to escape from the murderer.

Rakshasa in black suddenly laughed. "I'm going to kill another person today." He looked back and forth between the peasant woman and the child, pretending to hesitate. "Which of you will commit your life to me?"

Hearing this, the two were shocked.

What he meant was that one of the mother and the child would be killed by him, and now the two had to make a choice—who would live and who would die!

Naturally, it doesn't matter to Black Clothed Raksha whoever he kills, but to a mother and child whose blood is thicker than water, this must be the cruelest choice.

The peasant woman cried out, her trembling legs bent suddenly, and she knelt down.She kowtowed vigorously to the man in black a few times, pleading heartbreakingly. "Hero, please do me a favor and let Hu'er go!"

Rakshasa in black sneered. "Where do you see that I am a hero?"

He twitched his fingers, and the silver thread fluttered.The peasant woman only felt the sound of whistling passing by the tip of her nose, and when she realized it, she was startled and broke out in cold sweat.If the man in black had the heart, the string just now would have plucked out her eyeballs.

"That's all."

For some reason, the black-clothed Raksha suddenly smiled secretly, and stopped the movement of winding the string.The behavior of this person was quite unreasonable, neither of them knew what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd, they just looked at him anxiously.

He just smiled casually at the child. "Since your mother begged for you, I'll let you go."

The peasant woman said blankly. "Really willing...to let Hu'er go?"

The man in black sneered. "Once a gentleman speaks a word, it is hard for a horse to follow him."

If he hadn't seen this man cut off the head for no reason, and heard the decent tone of his words, everyone would think that he was a trustworthy, polite, and quite moral person.It's a pity that Rakshasa in black has always been a villain, not only that, but also a murderer worthy of the title of "the worst in the world"!

Raksha in black took out a dagger from his waist, threw it into the child's hand, and couldn't help laughing. "Then Hu'er, go and kill your mother."

The child trembled when he heard the words. "You... want me to kill my mother?"

"Not bad," said the man in black. "Kill her, and I will let you go."

Not only did he want to separate the flesh and blood of an ordinary family, but he also wanted an ignorant child to commit the crime of killing his mother. The sinister intentions of the man in black are clear at a glance.It's just that this is inhumane, how can ordinary people do it?

Hu'er was young after all, and had never heard of such a cruel request, and the hand holding the dagger trembled immediately.The man's face turned pale, and he stood there in fear, hesitantly daring to take a step.

The peasant woman was still kneeling on the ground, and her face was covered with another layer of yellow dust. She smashed her head just now, so the mud, soot, and blood were smeared on her face, only a pair of panicked and desperate eyes were very clear. .She was afraid that the Raksha in black would repent, so she hurriedly said sadly to the child. "Hu'er, Mother's greatest wish is to let you live, my life... oh, I don't care."

After speaking, she was choked up and weeping uncontrollably.In this world, who has never cherished his own life?Who would be willing to give up their own lives?However, at this time, it was really a last resort. Only one of the two could survive. If she survived, her child would have no possibility of living.

The child was still trembling with the dagger in his hand. He didn't want to be killed, but it was absolutely impossible for him to kill his own mother.But if they don't do it, neither of them can survive from the murderer.

So Hu'er let out a mournful roar, and finally clenched the dagger tightly with his small hands.While screaming, tears welled up in his eyes.

I saw the child turn around abruptly, and stab the dagger in his hand at the black-clothed Rakshasa!

To kill one's own mother, this is a tragic thing that only an unreasonable evil spirit can do.Hu'er couldn't do this, so he tried his best to resist it at the last moment!The dagger given to him by Luo Sha in black just now became a weapon for the child to resist. Presumably the evil spirit did not expect this.

however.

When the child turns around and takes a step, it takes only a small step forward.

—his head fell off.

As if everything was as expected, Rakshasa in black calmly took the dagger from the limp corpse, kicked the headless corpse away, and smiled nonchalantly. "I forgot, you still have my strings around your neck."

It turned out that Raksha in black had been tying Hu'er's neck with a string just now, whether he turned around to assassinate himself, or walked forward to kill his mother, as long as he took a step, his head would fall to the ground.The man in black had no intention of keeping the child alive from the very beginning, it made no difference to him whether he killed or not, and it didn't matter who he killed.

"You...hu'er...hey, my baby!" Seeing this, the peasant woman burst into tears, and threw herself forward and hugged the little corpse in her arms.

The black-clothed Raksha said in a compassionate tone. "Just now I said: Once a gentleman speaks, it is hard to follow. Unfortunately, I am not a gentleman, but the most vicious villain in the world. Alas, my condolences."

He glanced at the dagger in his hand, then at the crying peasant woman, and suddenly said happily. "This dagger is not stained with blood yet, so it cannot be wasted."

The firewood door opened slightly, and a black figure walked out leisurely from the farmyard.

If you look closely, this figure is really weird.Not only was his whole body covered in black clothes, but he also wore a Rakshasa mask with a blue face, red hair, and wide-open fangs.Every time he took a step, he would leave a blood-red footprint on the ground.It turned out that there was a river of blood flowing in the courtyard, and he walked out slowly by stepping on the pool of blood.

Raksha in black picked up a sharp stone on the ground, dipped it in the blood dripping from the courtyard and drew three marks in front of the door.After finishing this matter, he clapped his hands triumphantly and stood up before leaving.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from behind. "What do these three scratches mean?" Unknowingly, an old man with white beard and hair walked behind Luo Sha in black, looking down at his scratches on the ground.

Rakshasa in black replied. "One fate, one mark, three scratches means that three people's souls have returned to the west."

"Why did you leave this scratch?"

"Look at their fate without leaving any marks, I'll record it for them." The man in black devoutly drew the scratch deeper.

the old man asked. "Then, you also painted the densely packed half of the wall in the north?"

The black-clothed Rakshasa tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly said in shock. "Why, that wall can no longer be scratched?"

Every time he kills a person, he will draw a mark on the wall.Sometimes there are too many people killed, and he can't remember how many at the moment, so he will scribble orthographic characters.

The old man snorted coldly. "If you continue like this, you will kill all the villagers. However, the Yubai Swordsman has not been seen yet, so it's a waste of effort." The old man's tone was a bit preachy, and it sounded like he had known the black-clothed Rakshasa for a long time.

The man in black is as innocent as a child. "There is no one here, so is there no one else? No matter how hard it is to kill all the people in this world except Yu Qiuxia, he is expected to have great supernatural powers, and he will be inevitable after all."

As he spoke, he threw the sharp stone in his hand and let it roll into a pool of blood.

"Well, you say it's a waste of effort, and it is."

After a long silence, Rakshasa in black suddenly gave the old man a wicked smile. "If the Yubai Swordsman is not a bastard who fell off a cliff to his death two years ago, he is a rat who has been hiding in Tibet. I have been rampantly killing people here for a long time, and I haven't seen him come forward to dissuade me once."

It turned out that the reason he killed so much was to attract the attention of the swordsman Yubai.If a well-meaning person like Yu Qiuxia has a chivalrous heart and can't see the suffering of people's livelihood the most, he will never sit idly by after hearing the news that there are murderers rampant here.

After hearing that the "Yubai Swordsman" would show up at the Zhaojiazhuang Heroes Meeting every year, Luo Sha in black decided to provoke him and started killing people early on.He has already made up his mind to fight Yu Qiuxia, but unfortunately, several months have passed, and there seems to be no trace of Yubai Swordsman.

The old man stared straight at him with deep and solemn eyes, and suddenly spoke. "You seem to miss that Yubai swordsman very much."

As soon as the name of Yubai Swordsman was mentioned, the fingers of the man in black trembled slightly, as if he was about to throw out the murderous string at any moment.Judging by his murderous look and sharp appearance, it is obvious that he has a deep obsession with the person mentioned in the words.

"That's right. I can't wait to cripple his bones and take his life."

When the dim light in his eyes settled slightly, the black-clothed Rakshasa sneered. "It's not just about caring, maybe it's about loving."