Inner Demons

The old Dao was stunned for a while before he said: “Ah…Yin Constable. Brother Xin…He is dead.”

Yin Pingzhi used the soles of his feet. Rubbing on the ground, look at all around: “Death is cheaper for him. According to me, these are鈥?#8221;

He raised his left arm and drew a circle around: “These people have broken homes. It鈥檚 all because of him. It鈥檚 not a good thing, a demon! Maybe it鈥檚 a demon. Anything that gets involved with him won鈥檛 be better. You brought this demon to the city, killing so many people and killing me. My niece! I have to kill you to get rid of harm in this world!”

Yin Pingzhi said this, using his wrists. The waist knife was out of its sheath, revealing the sharp edge of the knife reflecting the sunlight, squinting the old way.

This old Taoist Liu raised his hand to block it, and said: “You want to kill me to vent your anger, just jump over and kill me. Why bother…say this. I wonder if you are afraid of it. .You are afraid that Brother Naxin is not dead yet, once you start to rush, there is no room for turning around, right?”

Yin Pingzhi frowned. He looked all around and sneered: “Not dead? Someone told me that a white clothed monster smashed his body last night, why didn’t he die?”

The old way sighed then said: “In that case, Yin Constable, you can do it.”

Yin Pingzhi gritted his teeth, his cheeks tight. He approached Liu Lao Dao two more steps, and drew his waist knife out: “Do you think I dare not kill you?!”

Lao Dao reached out and picked a fist-sized stone from the side and pinched it in his hand, looking up. To Yin Pingzhi: “Yin Constable. I’ve heard of your reputation before. It is said that you are a man with a deep mind, and you are bold but you are determined to do things. But your niece, you say you are not bad. Brother鈥檚 curse. Now I鈥檓 afraid that Brother Xin is not dead and I will settle the account with you.”

“But even if this is the case, you still have to be hopelessly muddled with me… You are like you, how can you be messed up? After Fangcun, do you do such a thing?” The old Tao said here, sighed, “Are you messing up the relationship and thinking about your niece.”

, Yin Pingzhi suddenly changed his face. First he shook his body, and then slashed it over with a knife: “I cut down your old coffin!”

This blade used all the strength of this mature man to draw a beautiful arc in the air. .

But at the next moment, there was a bang, and the body fell to the mud.

Lao Liu…he weighed the fist-big stone in his hand. There was blood on the stone.

Yin Pingzhi fell to the ground, his eyes rounded, it seems difficult to understand why he has captured countless thieves in Constable for many years… Was he knocked down by this old fogey?

How could this old man have such great strength and such fast speed!

He only felt dizzy, as if a big hole had been opened in his forehead, and light, sound and wind were all pouring into it. He only vaguely heard what Old Dao said, “…Brother Xin’s punishing the mind…” and so on…

I saw the stone in Liu Old Dao’s hand and smashed it down again.

Liu Lao Dao smashed it seven or eight times, leaving no energy. He has practiced Li Yunxin’s Shuiyunjin, and although it has only been for more than a month, he has already felt the formidable power of the Tianxin Fa-rectification. These seven or eight strokes… completely shrank Yin Pingzhi’s head.

Then this old way lost the stone and took a bite.

“I will let you step on it.”

After that, he looked around all around like he was waking up from a dream.

The sun rose to the center, and the dazzling white sunlight made him dizzy. Several people not far away stood up and looked at him dumbfounded. Liu Laodao felt that his mouth became even drier, and a burst of anxiety rose from the bottom of his heart, making his chest feel tight.

He turned around twice and found that several people were also watching him. But as soon as he met his eyes, he hid back, as if afraid of him.

He leaned over and tore off a large piece of clothing from Yin Pingzhi’s corpse and made a package. He found a few things from the ruins and put them in the package and tied them to his back.

They are actually unfathomable mystery little things. For example, half a porcelain plate, a wine cup, a corner of a straw mat on a kang. I don’t know what to do with these things, but I just feel more at ease when I carry them on my back-there are always some familiar things next to me.

Then, the old Liu Dao left Weicheng where he had lived for several decades.

When I was in the city, I walked fast all the way, afraid that people would take him. But in fact, not at all people pay attention to him-even if someone reports to the official, the government doesn’t have much energy to deal with a single murder case at this time. After all, there are too many things that need to be dealt with.

So he went out of town smoothly. Out of the city, walk one hour on the official road and turn on a small road. Li Yunxin also walked this path before, and walked along the road until he reached the wharf by the Weishui River. But the old road walked halfway and took another fork to the east.

This road is close to the Weishui River, and it is full of moisture. The trees on both sides also grew lush and green. The forest leaves cover the sky above the road, only occasional spots of sunlight leak down. He walked on this forest for a while, and the enthusiasm on his body from the hurry faded gradually, and he became refreshed and comfortable.

After walking for a while, I saw a sour jujube growing by the roadside. The flowers were gone, and only green dates the size of a little thumb were born. He walked over and pulled a branch, and slowly picked the jujube on it to eat. The jujubes were put into the mouth one by one, and the beard that was eaten was spit out from time to time.

Green’s juice was chewed all over, and the unformed cores in the dates were also eaten.

He stood up and took a breath, and ate all the green dates on the branch. As soon as the hand loosened, the branch bounced back.

Liu Laodao continued on the road, feeling sour and drooling in his mouth. He seemed to be less thirsty than before. I filled my stomach with something, and it was not very empty.

But I still feel empty in my heart. It seems to be floating in the air, and something is missing to set off. Feeling flustered, he put his right hand on his chest and continued on the road.

Take another section of the road, and this trail will enter the wild forest. The trees gradually flourished, and there were more towering trees. The sun was isolated, and the light grew dim. The old way of walking suddenly stopped, remembering the story of being taken into the forest when he first met Li Yunxin.

So I stared at the jungle in the distance for a long time.

Then raised his other hand and covered his face with his sleeve-this sixty-year-old old fogey finally cried wu wu in this field.

There is no one in the wild, so old fogey kept crying. After crying for a quarter of an hour, he stopped, wiped his face fiercely with his palm, rubbed his face, and blew his nose. Then he wiped his hands with a fluff of grass from the side of the road, took a deep breath, and continued walking his way.

Liu Laodao has been walking for three hours without stopping, and finally walked to the foot of a hill. It is said to be a hill, but it is also three-four hundred meters high-the top of the hill is also surrounded by faintly discernible mist, which smells of dust.

A half-collapsed stone tablet is hidden in the grass, and a trail climbs up the mountainside diagonally. Liu Laodao pushed aside the grass, the word “Nanshan” was engraved on the stele, and the cracks in the words were filled with mud.

He turned on the mountain road. After another hour, I finally reached a small temple halfway up the mountain.

Shi Kuizi was bowing, holding a big broom to sweep the flat ground in front of the temple. On one side of the ground are five or six border vegetables, which are verdant. A Mount Huang pine was born on the other side, and one step out was a cliff with clouds and mist. Panasonic has a wooden table and two stools with a wooden plate, and half of the unfinished sweet potato is in the wooden plate.

Old Dao stood here, and when she looked at Kuizi for a while, she spoke with her throat.

“My real name is Liu Gongzan, I was a gangster in my early years, and I was nicknamed the ghost operator. I just killed a Constable, and there is nowhere to go. You dare not tolerate me.”

Then, when Kwai Zi just turned around, she passed out in shock and surprise in her eyes.

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Note: Shikuizi, see chapters of Qionghua Building and Baohua Club. Liu Laodao’s soulmate.