"Ah!"
On the other side of the villa, Shiro Suzuki was startled by the sudden appearance of the knife light. But just when he thought that he was going to have an accident, a bamboo knife was horizontal in front of him, blocking the light.
"Uncle Brown, are you all right?"
"Hu Shoujun!" A sense of excitement left Shiro Suzuki trembling. He looked at the man standing in front of him, and had no doubt that if the man Hu Shouzongmao saved under this circumstance was Tomoko Suzuki, then Tomoko Suzuki would cheat on the spot and give him a green life.
"Uncle Brown, stand behind me. It's the first time I've seen this thing. I didn't expect that it really exists. Although I have some doubts, it is too shocking after all. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it."
Hu Shouzongmao looked at the man in front of him with a solemn face. If a guy whose feet were off the ground and whose blood was red could be seen, he would be called a person.
"Huaqiluo."
The person in front of him was Hua Qiluo, whom Hu Shouzongmao had seen in the basement during the day. At that time, Hu Shouzongmao noticed that the blood spirit of this person was too strong, but he thought that the reason why Hua Qiluo had such blood spirit was that she had stayed in the basement too long.
Who would have thought that she was actually the source of blood evil spirit in the basement.
"Or I should call you Jianling, or..."
"Luo?"
Hua Qiluo ignored Hu Shouzongmao, but quietly stared at the bamboo knife in his hand, unable to see what he was thinking.
"Hu Shoujun, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" At the beginning, Shiro Suzuki thought what Hu Shouzong Mao said was very strange, but when he secretly looked at the front of Hu Shouzong Mao, he was scared to shut up on the spot.
'Mom, what is this? How can it shine, and why are his feet off the ground, flying in the sky? '
"It seems that you don't want to talk to me, or that you are just a monster obeying instinct."
With a wave of the bamboo knife in her hand, an air current streaked around Huaqiluo, which made her take a step back, making her eyes as calm as water rippled.
"Sword... Qi?"
Hua Qiluo's voice is the same as that in the daytime. It sounds good, but there is a sense of vicissitudes in it. She speaks intermittently, as if she has not spoken for a long time.
"If I hadn't accidentally reached this level, I really didn't know how to deal with you."
The sabre light that just attacked Shiro Suzuki was a samurai sabre that was about to roll in Hua Qiluo's hand. The main reason why Hu Shouzong Mao could block it with a bamboo sabre was that he learned to control the air flow around the bamboo sabre by accident on the Shinkansen. When he waved the bamboo sabre, he could move everything near the bamboo sabre. If he used more force, It can even cut the air flow out.
He was also proud of his understanding of the realm of the sword master. Today, he met the mysterious thing of the sword spirit, which broke his joy on the spot.
What's wrong with the sword spirit?
"Kill him. I think you are the master."
Gradually, Hua Qiluo became more fluent, but what she said from her mouth was chilling.
"Why did you kill him?"
"Because he is a descendant of... Ichiro Suzuki."
'It is.'
The reason why Hu Shouzongmao had a vague guess was that the sword spirit had committed so many cases, and that was for a reason.
It has been recorded that hundreds of years ago, the head of Hu Shou's family was under the command of the Western army when he took part in the war of Guanyuanhe, and was attacked by the Shenbao family and Yida family of the Eastern army. Especially in the Shenbao array, there was a fierce general who held a demon sword and was invincible. The reason why the knife in the man's hand is called a demon knife is that the knife will absorb part of the blood of the slain after killing, and then when it is illuminated by the moonlight at midnight, it will shed blood, which is extremely evil.
The ancestors of the original household guard were watched by such fierce people, and naturally had no way out. But perhaps it was God bless the household guard. When the household guard's ancestors were about to be killed, the Ida family suddenly launched an attack on the Shenbao family, wiped out the Shenbao family, and the person who took the head of the powerful general was called Ichiro Suzuki.
Later, when there was chaos in the battlefield, Hu Shou's ancestors escaped in the chaos and stole the evil evil sword. Therefore, he knew the secret of the evil sword, and knew that it was not the evil sword that drew blood, but the sword spirit in the sword. He also knew the name of the sword spirit, Luo.
However, with the death of the ancestor of Hushou's family, the demon sword also disappeared, until today, it was discovered by Hushouzongmao.
'In the photo, the death message left by the so-called Panasonic Konka, the Luo character, is exactly the same as the book handed down by the ancestors. In addition, the inexplicable blood on the knife and the death of Suzuki people can be explained clearly. Those who were killed should be the descendants of former generals of Suzuki Ichiro, The sword spirit recorded the blood of those people, and today, hundreds of years later, began the road of revenge. '
Hua Qiluo notices that HuShouZongMao has not moved, and his face gradually shows a ferocious color, which makes the face that should be beautiful and young become extremely ferocious.
"You are a sword spirit, and I can't use human morality to restrain you, but..." Hu Shouzongmao suddenly pulled a sword flower and rushed towards Huaqiluo, "how much strength can you have after sleeping so long?"
Bang!
When Hu Shouzongmao and Hua Qiluo fought, on the other side of the room where the demon sword was stored, the harsh gunshot sounded, which distracted Hu Shouzongmao for a while.
Click.
Unexpectedly, Hua Qiluo's sword light broke through Hu Shouzongmao's sword spirit and cut a small gap in his bamboo knife.
'No, Huaqiluo is only controlled by the sword spirit. If you really want to deal with it, you have to start from the body.'
Hu Shouzongmao simply played a few moves, and it was clear that the sword spirit did not care about Hua Qiluo's body.
After looking at Shiro Suzuki, Takashi Tsung Mau suddenly turned around and ran to the room with the demon knife.
Shiro Suzuki: "..."
Shiro Suzuki doesn't understand why Doo Shou Zongmao suddenly ran away. You should know that the red guy wanted to kill him.
Oo Shou Zongmao has no time to explain to Shiro Suzuki. At this time, Shiro Suzuki is like a hostage, Jianling is a gangster, and Oo Shou Zongmao is a policeman.
Hu Shouzongmao wants to protect Shiro Suzuki. If he wants to win the sword spirit, he must get the demon sword. It's like the bandit has installed the explosive package. If he doesn't remove the package, even if he takes the hostage, he will still lose. At this time, he needs to make a choice.
But Hu Shouzongmao's choice was to give up Shiro Suzuki.
In fact, it can't be said that it's a gamble. Hu Shouzongmao is gambling. At this time, the sword spirit wants to kill itself more than Shiro Suzuki, who is capable of threatening it.
Seeing Hu Shouzongmao run away, Hua Qiluo didn't even look at the offspring of Ichiro Suzuki in front of her, and straightly chased him away.
The person in front disappeared in a few seconds, and Shiro Suzuki sat down, feeling as if he had had a dream.
"What happened?"
Hu Shouzongmao ran to the room where the demon sword was placed, only to see Maomu Yaoshi covering his right shoulder, breathing in pain.
'Gunshot wounds!'
At a glance, he saw that he was shot.
"Let's go, we guessed wrong. There are bullets in that woman's gun!"
Hu Shouzongmao: "??"
"Hurry up, the white horse took the demon sword and drew that woman away. Hurry to report to the police now, that woman is a madman, you......"
Hu Shouzong Mao didn't listen to what Maomu Yaoshi said next. He only heard that the white horse took the demon sword, which was enough.
Seeing Hu Shouzong and Mao Tou running out of the crooked door that had been hit without turning back, Mao Mu Yaoshi was stunned, "This, so decisive? Why don't you care about my injury? Can you fake it?"
Shua!
A red light flashed in front of Maomu Yaoshi's eyes. Maomu Yaoshi shook his head and felt that he was hallucinating because he had lost too much blood.
'Hong Guang, remember when I went to China before, what did the fortune teller there say, that red light is... a sign of great evil?'