I walked to the back alley with a cigarette in my mouth.
The light bulbs hanging on the walls didn't illuminate a very far distance. otbnkotgt I lifted one of the sparrows up and looked at it under the light.
Under the light, I could vaguely see a faint reflection.
With a gentle pull of his fingers, he actually pulled out a needle from the sparrow's chest.
"Why is it a needle?"
I was curiously talking to myself, but at this moment, there was a sudden "whoosh" sound in my ear, and then there was pain in the earlobe.
When I stretched out my hand to touch it, my earlobe was actually hit by a needle, and a few drops of blood flowed smoothly.
It flows down against my eardrums.
"Whoosh" Several more blasts hit the ground in front of me, and one of them even grazed my shoulder.
I hurriedly hid in the doorway next to the alley, not daring to poke my head out.
Earlier, I heard that there are masters in the circle who can kill people with silver needles, and there are people who practice all kinds of strange kung fu.
When used properly, silver needles are more effective than flying knives.
They are fast, have low resistance, and are not easy to detect.
These sparrows that were shot down were probably a trap, just to lure me out to check.
In the entire alley, only the place where I was standing had lights, making it a perfect target.
But the opponent could kill sparrows but failed to hit me with several consecutive shots.
This is a bit strange when I think about it.
Hiding in the doorway, in the darkness, he opened his mouth and shouted out: "Friends outside, why don't you just say hello to me?
It's so unkind."
"You and your people should stop interfering in Yuhou's matter.
This time is just a warning.
If you interfere again, the next time I will be shot through your head."
A reply came from the darkness on the other side, and the accent didn't sound like a local from Shanghai.
"Hey, that's not the way to do business.
It's up to you to catch monkeys according to your own abilities.
You don't have to commit murder."
I shouted, but after waiting for a while, there was no reply from outside.
Then I slowly poked my head out.
The alley outside was very quiet.
I pulled out my Tushan knife and took a few steps out cautiously.
It took a few minutes to confirm that my attacker had left.
"Xiaoshan, why have you been gone for so long?"
Zhong Yong was a little drunk and shouted with a smile.
I put a few needles on the table, lit a cigarette and said, "I was ambushed."
Upon hearing this, the three people opposite me immediately woke up and quickly asked me what happened.
After I explained the matter clearly, the fat man slapped the table and shouted: "Damn it, you're looking for death, that's too much!"
Zhong Yong held a few silver needles, looked at them carefully and said, "I know who ambushed you."
"Brother Yong knows this thing" I asked curiously.
Zhong Yong nodded, turned the silver needle and said, "Look carefully to see if there is something engraved on the other end of this silver needle."
I hurriedly picked out a silver needle and examined it.
One end of the silver needle was sharp, but the other end was cylindrical.
There seemed to be some patterns or words engraved on the cylindrical end.
"Hey, there's really something carved into it."
Luo Qiong said in surprise.
"There are not many people who use needles to kill people in Jianghu, and there are only three or four famous ones.
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This needle is their weapon, but the technique is difficult to practice because it is too light and thin.
There are about three stages in practicing this silver needle.
The first one The stage is to practice aiming accurately.
The flying knife is big and you can see it flying when you throw it out.
However, the needle is so thin that it can't even be found where it landed when I first started practicing.
Therefore, the accuracy of this first stage of practice is actually to train your eyesight.
Experts who use flying needles to kill people have excellent eyesight.
It doesn't look much different than a fighter pilot.
The second stage is to practice the touch.
You cannot use brute force to throw the needle.
If you throw the needle too hard, it will not fly far.
The third stage is to practice the magic.
Every expert who uses needles is also an expert in casting spells on silver needles.
Voodoo is also common, but the recipe is usually only known by the person who uses the needle.
I think you were fine when you were shot in the earlobe, either because the opponent has not mastered the technique or has not reached this third stage, or the opponent did it deliberately.
No poison, just to warn you."
Zhong Yong was indeed well-informed.
I couldn't help but touch my ear.
It stopped bleeding, but it still hurt slightly.
"It should be that he didn't poison on purpose.
The black shadow I saw earlier might be his spell.
It seems that there are quite a few people targeting us.
They were Skeleton Spirits before and Silver Needles now.
They all treat us as soft persimmons. ah."
I held the silver needle and sneered.
"The name of the person's family or oneself is engraved on the silver needle.
Generally, when doing dirty work or killing masters, one would not dare to use a needle with one's own name engraved on it.
If he dares to use this kind of needle now, it is tantamount to It's like telling you his name and identity.
To put it bluntly, I'm not afraid of your revenge, Xiaoshan, we are really looked down upon."
Zhong Yong lit a cigarette and said seriously.
"This may also be a good thing.
They see us clearly.
They feel that we are not worthy of fighting power and underestimate the enemy.
Sometimes it is fatal."
I held the silver needle, and a flame seemed to be ignited in my heart.
Five days later, outside the train station.
Zhong Yong was waiting outside in his pickup truck.
The past five days have been relatively peaceful.
We have stopped chasing Yuhou on the surface and have shown our intention to retreat.
Naturally, no one is watching us.
The news about Yuhou spread widely, and masters kept coming to Shanghai, and Mr.
Tang also kept spreading the news.
Three days ago, several groups of people attacked the hiding place of Yuhou.
In the end, two people were killed and two injured, but Yuhou still ran away.
It's not that simple to take down this powerful monkey king.
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The whereabouts of Yuhou are still a mystery, and the prices on the black market outside are also increasing.
The price of a live capture has almost exceeded one million, and the price of a dead body is almost 700,000.
It feels like the whole circle is going crazy.
With such a huge sum of money in front of you, who wouldn’t want to swallow it?
The fat man was standing in front of the crowd.
He turned back and shouted to us: "Here we come, come out."
The skinny old Hei appeared in front of us wearing a tattered coat and carrying a big cloth bag.
He is even more depressed than the last time I saw him, and his cheeks are thin.
It is obvious that business is not doing well, and this guy does not always make money.
"Brother Hei.
We've had a hard time on the road, but I'm looking forward to your coming."
I smiled and said.
"Boy, don't be so pretentious.
I know you won't get me to join you unless you have to."
He waved his hand and said angrily, then looked around and whispered, "There are many at the train station.
Detective, let’s talk somewhere else.”
I nodded hurriedly, asked the fat man to get in the car, and drove all the way to the guest house.
Luo Qiong has already made arrangements and will stay in the same room as when Zhuzi came last time.
Lao Hei probably came to Shanghai for the first time.
He looked around and saw the hot water bottle in the guest house and secretly asked if he could take it away.
"This is Shanghai, tsk tsk, there are no trees, just fucking cement buildings.
There are so damn many people.
Sometimes I can't meet a single living person in the mountains for days."
He sat on the bed and smiled.
"Let me introduce you.
Fatty and I both know each other.
This is our brother who later joined the gang, named Luo Qiong.
This is my big brother, Zhong Yong.
This is the guy I mentioned before that we will catch Yu together this time.
The old black brother of the monkey.
The old black brother is a good hunter on the Yunnan-Myanmar border.”
I said a few words briefly, and Luo Qiong, the silly boy, smiled quickly and nodded.
Zhong Yong on the side looked at Lao Hei, and after a while he said: "I seem to have heard of your name, Yunnan Burma Lao Hei, did you catch a croaker in the sixties or so?"
"Those are all old things, so let's not mention them.
I'm still busy now.
I've never heard of your name, but I seem to have an impression of your appearance.
I should have been in my arms a few years ago.
Let’s hang out near the river.”
The two of them were testing each other's background.
Fatty saw this and hurriedly interrupted, telling Lao Hei about Yuhou's situation.
Lao Hei asked me for a cigarette, lit it, took a puff and said, "You are wrong in your thinking."
"Um"
I looked at him strangely.
"You are all thinking about how to deal with Monkey.
What's the use?
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People are looking for you.
You still have the energy to deal with Monkey.
The first thing we have to do is not to find a way to deal with Monkey.
It is to find a way to deal with Monkey.
Let others not dare to step on us.”
"What do you mean, Brother Hei?"
Luo Qiong asked doubtfully.
"Hey, we have to establish our authority first."
He smoked a cigarette and said with a sneer
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