PDLP Chapter 10: Throwing Knife, First Encounter with Throwing Knife!
Chapter 10: Throwing Knife, First Encounter with Throwing Knife!
The Thousand-Handed Rakshasa also looked at the half-cup of wine:
"And the glass of wine that was poured is right here, but there's only half left."
"good."
Xue Bufeng put down the wine pot: "This means that someone once sat here drinking, and drank half a cup."
Thousand-Handed Rakshasa's eyes lit up:
"You mean, the person who took the golden armor is the same person who drank this half-cup of wine?"
Xue Bufeng smiled:
"It wasn't necessarily true before, but now it seems so, since we haven't seen his body."
He paused, then added:
"This person must have listened to me and didn't drink this wine."
"What?"
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa was completely bewildered by him:
"What do you mean? What's wrong with this wine? There's only half a cup of wine, and you just admitted that the person who took the golden armor was the one who drank that half cup of wine, so how come..."
"The wine is poisoned."
Xue Bufeng interrupted her, saying each word clearly:
"If he drinks it, he definitely won't be able to take the Golden Silk Armor."
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa was even more confused:
"Since the wine is poisoned, then he..."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped and followed Xue Bufeng's gaze to the ground under the table.
There was a small, barely noticeable damp patch, slowly evaporating and about to dry completely.
Xue Bufu said:
"This half-cup of wine was just an act for Zi Mian Erlang and others who might be hiding in the shadows. He didn't actually drink it at all; he just held the wine in his mouth and spit it out when he had the chance."
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa gasped, instantly understanding:
"He feigned poisoning to lure out those lurking in the shadows, those determined to obtain the Golden Silk Armor! Purple-Faced Second Brother, Cha Meng, Yu Erguaizi, even those four poison children... They thought he was poisoned and powerless, so they all showed themselves to fight for it, little did they know they were playing right into his hands! And this person is the boy who killed the White Snake before! It's truly unexpected that a boy would have such insight; just who is he?"
"Wrong again! You should have realized that Purple-Faced Second Brother, Cha Meng, Yu Erguaizi, the four poison children, and that镖师 (bodyguard/escort) did not die at the same time, and the time difference between their deaths was not close at all. How can you survive in the martial world with such carelessness?"
Xue Bufeng interrupted Thousand-Handed Rakshasa's words again without any mercy.
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa was taken aback again, then became somewhat annoyed:
"you!"
Xue Bufeng smiled slightly, completely ignoring her anger, and instead found it quite amusing to see her coquettish expression.
Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you're angry?
The Thousand-Handed Rakshasa stared at him, utterly unable to believe that at this moment, in this place filled with dead people, he would still be in the mood to say "sweet nothings" to him.
"No!"
She immediately retorted, "No one has ever dared to say such a thing to my face! Even if someone did, I wouldn't wait for them to finish!"
Xue Bufeng laughed even more heartily:
"Then isn't it available now?"
"If in the future, some reckless person tries to sweet-talk you, you'll immediately think of me, the first person to say sweet words to you. Wouldn't that be a good thing?"
"But it's alright, at least you only like women and not men."
"So you certainly won't be like those women who get married, have a family, and flirt with their husbands while laughing heartily, but are thinking of another man."
Upon hearing these words, the Thousand-Armed Rakshasa was so angry he almost fainted!
Xue Bufeng continued leisurely:
"But then again, it seems this old friend finally listened to me and remembered that there's no such thing as a free lunch or a free drink."
"An old friend?"
Thousand-Armed Rakshasa, who was sulking, suddenly seized upon this phrase: "So you know him?"
Xue Bufeng turned his gaze to the stove in the dining room.
The fire in the stove had gone out, and the steam had dissipated.
A chubby, short hand dangled from the edge of the large pot used for steaming rice.
Only then did the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa notice that something seemed to be poured into the large pot.
To be precise, it was a dead person lying face down.
However, the body of this dead person seemed to be different from that of an ordinary person.
At first glance, it was so dark that you could hardly see anything, as if you were trapped inside.
Who is it?
She suppressed her growing doubts and walked over, only to be met with a foul stench.
She forced herself to look closely and saw that there was a strangely shaped person in the pot.
He was extremely fat, round and plump like a ball of flesh, with no legs below his waist, which is why he was almost completely stuck in the pot.
His fat face swelled up and turned purple, his eyes bulging out in terror.
And there was something nailed to his throat.
That's not a sword.
That was a knife.
A very small, thin throwing knife!
The blade was completely submerged in his throat, leaving only a short section of the hilt sticking out, gleaming with a cold, unique light in the beam of light shining through the hole in the roof.
Everyone recognizes this knife.
Everyone recognizes this throwing knife!
Little Li Flying Dagger!
The Thousand-Handed Rakshasa was struck dumb, frozen in place, staring at the flying knife with trembling lips, unable to utter a single word.
At this moment, she finally knew who the old friend Xue Bufeng was talking about was.
The dining room was deathly silent.
The only sounds were the howling wind blowing through the holes outside and the barely audible "drip, drip" of fresh blood slowly dripping from the large pot.
The throwing knife remained silently embedded in the ground.
It seemed to pierce through all the noise, greed, and death in the world, and also pinned down the breath of the Thousand-Armed Rakshasa.
Xue Bufeng's voice was exceptionally clear at this moment:
"Now you finally know who my old friend is."
When his gaze swept across the dining room again, his eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he had seen everything that had happened from beginning to end.
After parting ways with him that day, Li Xunhuan headed towards the interior of the pass, but before even entering the pass, he encountered the Golden Lion Escort Agency at the inn he had previously visited.
Meanwhile, the Golden Lion Escort Agency attracted the Azure Blood Twin Serpents because of the Golden Silk Armor. Just as the head escort, Zhuge Lei, was about to lose his life, A Fei came to his aid and killed the White Serpent with a single sword. The Black Serpent, knowing that he was no match for him, pretended to be crazy and fled.
In an attempt to save face, Zhuge Lei tried to ambush A Fei, but was instead killed by Li Xunhuan with a single blow.
Afterwards, Li Xunhuan set off again, only to be blocked by Cha Meng, Yu Erguaizi, and the four Miao boys who coveted the Golden Silk Armor.
Since the Black Serpent died from the poison of the four Miao children but the Golden Silk Armor was not found, they had no choice but to focus their attention on Li Xunhuan, who had killed Zhuge Lei with a single blow.
Li Xunhuan didn't want to make enemies, so he agreed to find the Golden Silk Armor and followed the trail all the way here.
What he didn't expect was that, in order to repay his debt of gratitude, Afei had already killed Cha Meng, Yu Erguaizi, and the four Miao boys, and had also tied up the bodyguard who actually stole the golden silk armor and handed him over to the tavern owner to wait for his arrival, while he himself left first.
Everything seemed to be handled perfectly.
But who would have thought that the owner and proprietress of this restaurant were actually the wives of Sun Kui, the notorious bandit known as "Purple-Faced Second Brother" in the Jianghu, and the chief of the seventy-two waterway wharves in Jiangnan.
Sun Kui also wanted the golden silk armor, and even more so, he wanted to kill his increasingly obese wife and replace her with a younger and prettier one.
So not only did he kick his wife to death, but he also killed the bodyguard who actually stole the golden armor, and he even wanted to kill Li Xunhuan who had "drunk the poisoned wine"!
At this critical moment, Sun Kui encountered a person, a very scary man in blue.
The man in blue seemed to have floated in, wearing a pale, sinister mask and a terrifying hand.
A blue demon hand wearing a dark blue iron gauntlet!
Among the seven poisons of the martial arts world, the most poisonous is the Green Demon Hand.
No one wants to struggle painfully under the Qingmo's control.
Therefore, Sun Kui immediately committed suicide.
He would never know until his death that the owner of the Azure Demon Hand was not only not frightening, but actually a very beautiful woman.
At least Li Xunhuan didn't commit suicide.
So Li Xunhuan was fortunate enough to see this extremely beautiful woman completely naked from head to toe.
But that's all.
Li Xunhuan was, after all, a man who cherished women. He scared the other party away, sighed, and intended to leave with his golden armor, but unexpectedly, another change occurred.
An obese man, who was legless and reeked of stench, barged in as if no one else was there and demanded that he hand over the golden silk armor.
Li Xunhuan sneered, having never seen such an arrogant person living like this before.
But the man was also laughing, saying that he was the most handsome and dashing of the seven most despicable and shameless people in the martial arts world.
The wine Li Xunhuan just drank was poisoned by himself, a deadly poison that no one could cure. Li Xunhuan was about to become a dead dog, so why couldn't he be arrogant?
Miao Langjun didn't take Li Xunhuan seriously at all. He put his hands on the ground, leaped up, and pounced on Li Xunhuan to take the golden silk armor.
He never expected that Li Xunhuan was not poisoned at all.
With just a flash of light, half of Miao Langjun's body was slashed away and fell into a large pot next to him with a thud, dying instantly.
It's pitiful, pathetic, and even laughable.
"So now, where should we go to find you, our old friend?"
Seeing Xue Bufeng seemingly lost in "memories," Thousand-Handed Rakshasa finally couldn't help but break the silence.
Xue Bufeng snapped out of his daze, looked at her, and asked in return:
"If someone leaves here carrying a precious, untouchable item, and can't resist having a few drinks... where do you think is the most suitable place, with the best liquor, on the border between the interior and the interior?"
Without even thinking, Rakshasa blurted out:
"The border town, of course!"