Chapter 29 The Discovery of Catkins

The blacksmith raised his head and looked at the ghost-head knife whistling towards him.

The cold knife light reflected the coldness under the moonlight, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

The face of the man holding the knife was also cold, and his eyes were like ice that had not melted for thousands of years. Just by looking at it, he could not help but look away.

He never thought that he would die in this way.

After years of wandering in the martial arts world, the blacksmith thought of many ways to die. After all, few people who have walked the martial arts world can get a good end.

But he never expected that he would be roasted to death.

The reason may be that he really didn't expect that the other party was not just a warrior.

He and the boss lady discussed that even if the other party was an eighth-grade warrior, even if they were within the burst distance of the warrior, they were 100% sure to win.

The other party's hidden weapons and knives could not break through his iron armor, which was equivalent to tying his hands.

They could win.

They were very confident.

But the result was that this man was not a warrior, or more than a warrior.

At the moment of life and death, the blacksmith thought of the scene when he and the boss's wife slaughtered a village.

At that time, all the children in the village were taken away by them, except for one who was held in the arms of the village woman.

When the boss's wife walked over and prepared to take it, the dead village woman opened her eyes and used the kitchen knife in her arms to leave a wound on the boss's wife's abdomen.

Perhaps, they should be more cautious, after all, this man is responsible for more than a dozen lives.

Or perhaps, they should not be greedy.

But everything is too late, how can there be so many "maybes" in this world?

The blacksmith only felt his vision blurred, as if he heard the sound of something falling to the ground, and he could no longer hear anything else.

——The head fell to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.

Xu Bai held the ghost-head knife, without even looking at the blacksmith's body, and stomped his feet slightly.

Under his feet, the golden gossip reappeared, and the flames wrapped the blacksmith.

Reflected by the firelight, Xu Bai's expression was slightly gloomy.

After a while, the blacksmith became a charred corpse.

"You are all old hands, how come you still don't know the pros and cons? Greed can cost lives."

Xu Bai used a ghost-head knife as a hoe, dug a big hole in the ground, and buried the two charred bodies.

The bodies were already charred, and he used the ghost-head knife to pick everywhere before burying them, but he didn't find anything useful.

Now, the flames have burned the bodies beyond human form, and Xu Bai is relieved.

He thought about it, carried the wooden box on his back, walked a few miles, dug a new hole, poured the iron beads in the wooden box into it, left a mark, and then rushed back to Sheng County with the empty box.

...

At this time, it was late at night.

Xu Bai walked to the blacksmith shop, kicked the door open, took several farm tools from it, and went home quietly.

"The iron beads can no longer be used, but I need new hidden weapons, so it seems that I have to think of other ways."

Sitting on the bed, Xu Bai pondered.

…

While he was thinking, a figure in white was walking on the street in the middle of the night.

Liu Xu felt something was wrong.

Especially after returning home, the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

The paper crane was looking for the blacksmith shop, how could there be no clues?

Is the paper crane tracking fake?

——Impossible.

There is no way that the paper crane tracking can go wrong. Even if there is a deviation, it proves that it is related to the blacksmith shop.

Since this possibility is not true, there is only one other possibility.

——The blacksmith shop owner is lying!

Liu Xu couldn't think of any other problems. For a shop like that that specializes in farm tools, if someone makes strange things, there must be an impression.

The only way left is to lie.

The more she thought about it, the stronger the idea in her heart became.

So Liu Xu returned to the blacksmith shop in the night.

As soon as she reached the door, she raised her hand and knocked on the door gently, and took out a brush from her sleeve at the same time.

The brush was not inked, and looked very new. The four words "平步青云" were written on the pen holder.

Her other hand was not empty either. A book suddenly appeared and was held in her palm.

"吱——"

No one opened the door. The moment Liu Xu knocked on the door, the door was opened by the force of the knock.

"No one?"

Through the gap, Liu Xu saw that it was pitch black inside the door.

Everyone should be sleeping at this time, why not lock the door?

Liu Xu was puzzled.

Even if no one was at home, the door should be locked, right?

Did someone really forget to lock the door?

With this thought in mind, she raised her right hand, and the brush glowed.

The tip of the pen waved gently, and a vague font was written in the air.

The font emitted a white light and shot towards the house.

The light instantly illuminated the house, and it was empty inside.

"Really no one?" Liu Xu was slightly stunned, her willow-like eyebrows wrinkled, and her red lips slightly opened under the white gauze.

In the room, there was no one except the words glowing white.

"Very strange."

Liu Xu thought for a moment and opened the book in his left hand.

There are dense words on the book.

When the book is opened, the pages begin to fall off and float up and down around the catkins.

The catkins, which are already elegant, look like fairies walking out of the book against the background of the pages, elegant and indifferent.

Scholars are based on the divine essence, and their methods are mostly related to books.

The articles written on weekdays form books, which can be used for attack and defense.

The brush is the main body and the book is the carrier.

Of course, the methods of scholars are not limited to this.

According to legend, there are truly transcendent people in the academy, who can not only write books in mid-air, but also have a lot of works. Any book that falls into the hands of a scholar can play an infinite role.

However, with the strength of the eighth rank of catkins, she still needs to rely on paper.

"It's about to start."

The catkins did not go in, but stood there and said something secretly in her heart.

When she finished this sentence, the pages of the book changed.

The pages that were originally fairy-like gradually turned yellow, and there were bursts of black air.

In just a moment, Liu Xu changed from a fairy in white clothes to a witch who could seduce and captivate.

"Alas, the sequelae of the paper-binding secret." Liu Xu sighed, looking distressed.

Who doesn't love beauty?

She is no exception.

This temperament doesn't suit her at all.

Of course, sometimes, in the eyes of men, being seductive and captivating is better than being in white clothes.

Now the situation is special, Liu Xu just sighed in place and walked in directly.

The pages of the book seemed to have spirits, guarding Liu Xu in the middle.

She began to search in the house, but found nothing after searching.

There was no one, not even a living thing.

Liu Xu was not impatient, and continued to search patiently, not letting go of a piece of wood.

After a while, she stopped in front of a wall and knocked on the wall with her hands.

"Dong Dong Dong?"

The sound was dull and there was an echo.

"Empty?" Liu Xu was stunned, and then reacted.

Judging from the sound, the wall is empty and there is a secret compartment inside.

How could an ordinary family design a secret compartment?

——There is a problem!

She thought about it and used a brush to guide it.

With a great spirit, she guided one of the papers to the wall.

"Boom!"

The wall collapsed directly, and something behind the wall appeared.

A cold wind blew...

The corpses were everywhere, shocking.