Lord of the Desert

Chapter 284 The Ghost Who Blocks the River

It may be an instant, or it may be ten thousand years; the passage of time is unknowable.

Hong Fan came to his senses.

A dark room, his position was in the innermost corner.

The five people just dispersed in the room, wearing regular clothes, and only their backs were seen.

The walls are all made of wood.

The feet were shaking slightly, probably in the cabin.

No one spoke, probably waiting.

Only a short while later, light footsteps came from outside.

A woman came in, wearing a red dress and holding an oil lamp. Her face was so beautiful under the firelight that Hong Fan had seen her before.

The daughter of the leader of the Fubo Gang—Ao Zhixian.

"It has been confirmed that the target is at home."

She didn't talk nonsense and tried to explain things as concisely as possible.

"The clothes and weapons you need are all ready."

"We'll get off at the north pier later, change clothes and do some work when we get there, and then go to the south pier when we're done."

"This ship will wait for you there. It will pick you up and go directly out of the city to Shuyin Wharf. Horses have been prepared at the wharf. You can return when you get there..."

The plan is simple and effective.

However, Hong Fan only found it ridiculous.

Until now, looking at Ao Zhixian's face, he still couldn't understand why the Fubo Gang targeted Zhan Yuanzi.

In some previous actions, Tiqi indeed stood on the opposite side of the local forces in Xijing.

But everyone knows that this is just business.

How could it be so stupid to risk subversive revenge for these small festivals?
Ridiculous, confusing.

But beyond that, it was an unquenchable searing heat.

Zhan Yuanzi has no personal enmity with the Ao family.

The only dispute comes from the dispute that started with the Wang Mincai case - and as the actual decision-maker of the second team, it was Hong Fan's own judgment that led to all this.

The fire in my heart began to burn.

Ao Zhixian's words continued.

"During the operation, everything will be subject to Uncle Mi Jun's orders."

She said the last sentence and left.

Among the five, the one named Mi Jun walked to the front and turned to face the four.

He is in his fifties, with thick black hair and a slight frosty white on his temples.

It was the man who was standing on the roof during the assassination.

"Did you hear everything the eldest lady said?"

"It's Tiqi who will be moved this time. You know how dangerous it is and you can't make any mistakes."

His gaze swept across, giving people the illusion of a dagger being pressed against his throat.

In the perspective, there are still four people whose true faces have not been revealed.

The one on the left is short, the second on the left is tall and strong, the two on the right is tall and thin, and the one on the right is bald.

It seems like four forks in the line of cause and effect.

The scene is still here.

There was a slight pause, it seemed that Ye Zhan was making a choice.

Then, the vision focused to the left - it was this person who stabbed the last sword.

Time turns back again.

Winter, day.

There is thick snow inside the quaint mansion.

There are cypress trees planted in the yard. They are quite old and their branches are higher than the ridge of the roof.

Two middle-aged men and several servants, surrounded by a short old man, walked through the shade of white trees above and green below.

"Master, at your age, you still want to help with boxing?"

The man dressed as a butler said.

"My father's glory remains the same as before, so it's okay to go."

Another middle-aged man said, his face was similar to that of the old man.

"The key is that the other party won't tell you the reason, and no other people are allowed to accompany you, not even the golden gun!"

He sounded angry. "I can't help it. I owed them a favor back then and I can't help but repay it."

The little old man said.

A few people chatted for a while and quickly left the mansion gate.

The old man ordered everyone to stay.

He walked along the wide alley for more than a hundred steps. When he reached the entrance of the alley, he finally couldn't help but look back.

Under the plaque of "Fei Ming Hua Fu", the family members and housekeepers who were seeing him off were also looking at him.

Looking at each other, the world changes.

Green hills rise on both sides.

In the valley in the middle, the martial arts arena is paved with fine sand, and the swords are in full swing.

There were many onlookers, including family members and foreigners.

The burly middle-aged warrior carried a large sword on his back. In three consecutive steps, he used the sword to fly away the wooden pillars on the left and right, and finally cut through the three shields with a final slash.

"As expected of the Duan Family Sword!"

The guests praised loudly.

The warrior stroked his beard and laughed.

At this time, the disciples on the side came over quickly and whispered.

"Master, a messenger came from outside and said he was your 'old boss'."

The warrior's expression turned cold.

He instinctively glanced at the steel knife in his hand.

The snowy blade surface reflects the mountains in the distance.

Perspective penetration.

The temperature plummeted and the air was crisp and cold.

There is a Taoist temple built in the open space on the top of the mountain.

The stone hills on the side are submerged in the clouds, and higher peaks stand around it.

There was a roar of people and all the doors were open.

A young man of fourteen or fifteen years old knelt down in the center of the hall and kowtowed to the tall, thin warrior in Taoist robes who was sitting on the throne.

"Zhang Xiaohu, from today on, you are my registered disciple, Qiu Jing'an."

The latter declared loudly.

After speaking, he looked up and saw the messenger in black, crossing the outermost threshold of the Taoist temple.

The cheers were loud and enthusiastic.

The sand boat model is fed into the Dragon Temple on the riverside.

The new ship was launched in full public view.

"We have a seventh ship in Shunde. The owner needs to say a few words to everyone!"

shouted the beaming steward.

The boss, dressed in a brocade robe, wiped his bald head and strode onto the stage.

"It's a great honor for everyone to come and support me..."

He was smiling broadly, but the back of his clothes was soaked with sweat.

The secret order that I thought I would never receive again was delivered to me again half an hour ago.

Block the river ghost.

A mask that you put on once and can't get rid of for the rest of your life.

The scene freezes for the last time, as if the promoter has exhausted his strength.

Then, the light, shadow and sound rolled back like a violent wave.

High platform, new ship, Taoist temple, villa, mansion, cabin, small courtyard...

Everything returns to the starting point of looking back - the broken sword penetrated Zhan Yuanzi's heart.

The dizziness spread again.

Ye Zhan's body swayed slightly and he held onto the pillar beside him.

Exactly one hour passed.

Hong Fan opened his eyes and saw the western world, with the setting sun covering half of the sky.

Thinking of those six faces, he felt that the blood all over his body was burning.

(End of this chapter)