World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 563 Misunderstanding
The footsteps are getting closer and closer to us.

All the ropes around me have been untied.

in the darkness.

I hold my breath.

No matter who the other party is.

We are all in an extremely dangerous situation right now.

You must wait for him to come over, give him a fatal blow first, and then ask about the specific situation.

The blow must still succeed.

Because if the other party is an enemy seeking revenge, if the attack fails, the consequences may be disastrous.

Xiaozhu and Sanheizi were still fainting.

Judging from the situation of the black shadow in the cemetery before, the opponent's skills are very strong and the force value is not low.

If during the fight, he had caught a slight crack and threatened Sanheizi or Xiaozhu's life, the day would be completely over.

I closed my eyes slightly.

With the extremely weak light of the charcoal fire, he looked towards the black shadow.

He got closer.

He was wearing a very ordinary old jacket, and he was relatively tall, but he couldn't see clearly because he had a mask on his face, only a pair of eyes exposed.

This is a Nuo dance mask.

It looked extremely scary in the dark.

He first stood not far away and looked at us coldly.

Then sat down.

Sit next to the charcoal fire and warm yourself up.

I'm a little distant from him.

There is no guarantee that this distance can knock him down in one go.

I had no choice but to continue lying on the ground and wait.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity to arrive.

His back was to us, as if his mask had been lifted, and he was eating dry food. After finishing the dry food, he picked up the water bottle on his waist and poured a large amount of water.

Eat and drink enough.

He clapped his hands, put on his mask again, and began to turn and walk towards us.

step.

Step two.

Three steps.

……

He was getting closer and closer to me.

opportunity finally arises!

I jumped up from the ground, my hands suddenly turned into claws, I quickly reached forward and locked my throat extremely fiercely.

After taking action.

I was shocked.

Because I seem to have no strength at all in my hands!

That's right!

Not only is the strength only a quarter of the usual, but the speed is no different from ordinary people!
In my opinion, the attack just now was like the slow motion in a movie, slow and soft. Moreover, after performing such a move, I suddenly felt as if my feet were stepping on cotton, with garlic mixed under my feet. He almost fell to the ground.

This must be why I smelled that weird fragrance just now!

Rao is so.

The man was still startled, and he rolled sideways to avoid it.

There was no room for maneuver at this point.

I pulled out the dagger from my body and pounced on him again with great difficulty.

The man had noticed that I was weak with force, so he simply stopped hiding. He grabbed my wrist with his backhand and gave it a fierce squeeze. With a "clang", the dagger fell to the ground, and he raised his foot and kicked me.

I didn't even have the slightest chance to resist.

He kicked him violently and flew him several meters away.

My chest hurt as if a truck had hit me, my breath was suffocated, my throat felt salty and sweet, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of my mouth.

The man pounced on me as fiercely as an eagle, and grabbed my neck with his big iron-like hands: "Who untied the rope for you?!" I wanted to struggle.

"Bang, bang, bang" several punches to the chest.

All I could do was vomit blood.

Nothing else can be done.

For the first time, I felt infinite frustration and pain.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

The main reason is that I am very dissatisfied with losing.

The few times he took action just now, although he showed the level of a first-class martial arts expert, he was actually at the same level as Uncle Wang. But now he was pinned to the ground by him, like a sugar cane thief who was caught by an adult and then got a fat beating. child.

Seeing that I remained silent after being beaten, he also took out a dagger, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Kill you first!"

The voice just fell.

The dagger in his hand stabbed my chest.

I was so shocked that I almost squeezed out a voice from my throat: "Senior Xiuzhong! One of my own..."

As soon as this word comes out.

The dagger that had scratched my clothes suddenly stopped.

I was covered in sweat.

Keen hearing saved me!

I feel vaguely.

There was a hint of Jinling accent in his speaking.

Accent is something that only comes into being after living in one place for a long time.

This human figure is alone and obviously does not belong to the Xiangliu organization. He has lived in Jinling and knows about such a remote cemetery of Qida. He has also set up a trap in the cemetery in advance. It is obviously prepared for those who come to dig the grave. It is tantamount to saying He is actually a tomb keeper. Apart from Xiu Zhong, I really can’t think of anyone who meets these conditions.

Before Xiuzhong, I followed Professor Xu, the leader of the Sijun family.

Although it has been a long time since I left Jinling.

But many people cannot change the tone of their words in their lifetime.

Human thinking has blind spots.

Especially since I had just experienced a big change, it was difficult for me to connect a person who had disappeared for almost 30 years with reality at once, which led to such a shocking misunderstanding.

Although he stopped holding the dagger in his hand, he still didn't let go of his hand strangling my neck, and his eyes were fixed on me.

I motioned for him to let go.

Xiuzhong let go.

Because he knows that even if I want to fight back now, there is no chance of success.

Xiu Zhong asked sharply: "Who are you?!"

Finally safe.

I took a deep breath and said, "My surname is Su and my name is Chen. I am the son of the Su family of the Four Juns. That is, the Jun family where Professor Xu wanted to pass on the leader. My parents passed away ten years ago. In order to To track down the real culprit, I went through all the trouble to find the Xu family’s artifact.”

Because he has a mask on his face.

I can't see his expression.

But after he said these words, it was obvious that he had changed. His eyes had changed from full of murderous intent to now full of suspicion.

I swallowed my saliva and tried my best to use the most concise and clear language to explain my investigation into the real cause of death of Xu Zhongmao, the leader of the Sijun family, the clues I found, and the process of peeling off the cocoons to find this place. .

Xiuzhong has been listening quietly.

Wait until I'm done.

He didn't say a word.

I took out the mandarin duck butterfly and handed it to Xiu Zhong.

"There were two messages hidden in butterflies back then. This is one of them. I have decrypted it."

When Xiuzhong saw mandarin ducks and butterflies, his whole body swayed, as if he had seen an old friend.

He took the butterfly, looked at it repeatedly in his hands, then stood up from the ground, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

After half an hour.

He turned around and asked two questions in an emotionless tone.

"So, how do you prove that you are descendants of the Su family?!"

"How can we prove that you are not from Xiang Liu and deliberately used the butterfly hidden letter to defraud the snow agate?!"

(End of this chapter)