Mantra

Chapter 157

After Wang Hou was "hooked" by Zhao Haikun, he was at the mercy of others like a puppet.

We saw him mechanically raise his hand, take a step forward, walk towards me like a zombie, then bend down, and pick up the saber I dropped on the ground.

He then put the knife to his own throat.

"Your sword skills are good! The sword is also very good!" Zhao Haikun looked at the small knife in Wang Hou's hand, and said proudly: "If I use your knife to puncture the throat of your comrade-in-arms, what do you think?"

"Don't mess around!~" I said anxiously, "I'll go get the pickaxe right away, I'll dig out the kitchen knife, here it is! Here it is!"

"Go!"

Amidst Zhao Haikun's hoarse roar, I couldn't bear the shit, I had to flee into Zhao's kitchen, and took out the short pick.

Afterwards, I had no choice at all, and immediately pointed my head at the land where I had just read the will, broke the floor tiles, and dug up bit by bit.

To be honest, I am not very sure about my previous inference that the knife is in the ground.

However, I feel that this is my only way out. Whether I believe in the old squad leader's "arrangement" or not, I really have no choice.

During the entire excavation process, I suddenly felt a kind of passivity and helplessness. It seemed that what Lei Ren said was right. I was really just a "pawn" in the game set by my squad leader. At this point, I had no choice, even Not even a chance to escape.

Maybe this is one of the reasons why my old squad leader can accurately predict.

In fact, it’s not just that I have no choice at this step...

Thinking about it carefully, since I planted the white food Gu, I have been sucked into a "vortex" without any branches. Every crisis seems to be accidental and chaotic, but in fact it is inevitable arranged by various factors .

To put it bluntly, I am really a pawn.

My squad leader used me to "clean up the door", Zhao Haikun asked me for a kitchen knife, Lei Ren used me to complete the deal, and even Zhao Shuihe used me to get rid of the "cat demon".

Not to mention the old nineteen, the little nine, the old lady who made dough dolls... These people seem to be circling around my old squad leader, the Zhao family's inheritance and kitchen knives.

After dodging left and right, the path left for me was very narrow and very unique.

In short, I am a pawn, a pawn used by everyone.

Because of this, an unprecedented sense of sadness and loneliness quickly surrounded my body.

Under the effect of that feeling of loneliness, I mechanically dug the ground, and soon reached a depth of more than half a foot.

Suddenly, my pickaxe hit a hard, black lump.

I frowned, threw away the short pick, and bent down to scrape away the floating dirt on the black lump.

Under the moonlight, a kitchen knife-shaped "mud" wrapped in a plastic bag immediately appeared in front of us.

I quickly took the plastic out of the soil and weighed it slightly.Immediately realized what it was.

That's the real "sleep wrapped in mud" and the real "Imperial Kitchen Knife".

I held him in my hand, feeling a strong sense of unwillingness in my heart.

This is the Zhenshan treasure of my Wuzang Temple, and the Zhao family has passed on the honor and memory for more than 600 years.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a priceless antique, but in the eyes of the cook, he is an inestimable "inheritance".

But now, I want to give this priceless thing... to Zhao Haikun, a traitor?
I am not reconciled!
At this time, Zhao Haikun was staring at the kitchen knife in my hand, his eyes were straight. His excitement and persistence are conceivable, and I can't describe it.

For this kitchen knife, he paid a heavy price, and the death of his younger brother pushed him into a desperate situation.

Zhao Haikun stretched out his trembling hands and shouted at me word by word: "Give me the kitchen knife! Quick!"

I looked at Zhao Haikun in despair, at this soul distorted by paranoia and hatred.

"Give me the knife!" Zhao Haikun stretched out his hand suddenly while shouting, and yelled at the king again!
Immediately afterwards, Wang Hou clenched the dagger in his hand, and without hesitation cut a point into his throat.

Suddenly, a stream of blood flowed out.

Obviously, he was threatening me with the life of his comrades.

"Stop!" I was forced to shout, and at the same time threw the kitchen knife to Zhao Haikun.

Facing the kitchen knife at his fingertips, Zhao Haikun accepted the letter of "sleep wrapped in mud with knife" like crazy.

Using both hands and mouth, tearing and biting, he desperately tore off the plastic sheet on the mud case, and pulled off the sealed mud case outside the kitchen knife.

Soon the ancient black kitchen knife revealed a corner that was shining coldly.

"Knife! Knife! My knife!~" Zhao Haikun laughed wildly.

Under the bleak moonlight, I looked at Zhao Haikun's crazy and persistent expression.

What a sad soul.

Involuntarily, I persuaded Jin for the last time: "Master! You can't listen to my master, don't sell the kitchen knife!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Haikun continued to tear the pieces of clay blocking the kitchen knife, and at the same time said to himself: "If my leg can't be cured, what's the use of my life, it's better to die."

Hearing this, I sighed helplessly, then shook my head.

I sneered, and said to my uncle Zhao Haikun: "Uncle, you are really stupid! Do you know...you are already dead!"

When I said this sentence, Zhao Haikun suddenly stopped tearing Feng Ni.

The scene suddenly quieted down.

While everyone was looking at each other in blank dismay, I turned around and said to Zhao Shuihe and Lei Ren: "Preparing to save Wang Hou, I am preparing a good coffin for my uncle Zhao Haikun..."

Zhao Shuihe didn't understand my words at all, so he asked me in surprise, "What do you mean?"

The situation is taking a turn for the worse, so I simply replied to everyone.

"My old squad leader, would you have thought that this knife... would end up in his hands?"

This sentence immediately "woke up" everyone, including Zhao Haikun who had already got the kitchen knife.

I suddenly smiled brightly, with tears in that smile, I don't know why... I just want to laugh anyway.

At this moment, after my reminder, everyone suddenly understood.

In order to get rid of Zhao Haikun, my old squad leader left the current "game".

In this game, my old squad leader has already calculated everything. He knows that I will find out the cause and effect after I come, and he also knows that I will check his will on the land where the kitchen knife is buried...

All the explicit reminders, calculations, and plans of my old squad leader have all been confirmed.

In the end, wouldn't he know that when I found the kitchen knife, it also meant that Zhao Haikun wanted to take the knife away?
Would he not know that the "inheritance" he worked so hard to protect...will be sold by his brother?

For sure!
Therefore, the first person to see the kitchen knife is definitely not someone else, it must be Zhao Haikun who is controlled by the demon!
So... the squad leader must have "tricked" the kitchen knife. He sealed the knife with a plastic sheet to prevent me from touching the sealing mud on the knife when I was digging.

And on the clay, after all, there are "things" that can kill people.

Zhao Haikun was just blinded by the inner demon, but he was not stupid, so when I said that sentence, he also reacted.

He stared at the knife in astonishment.

But...it's too late.

At this moment, all the sealant on the kitchen knife had already cracked, covering his hands and body.

And in the exposed part of the sealing mud, there are some small insects that we have never seen before...

(End of this chapter)