Wei Shu

Chapter 2 Wind and Rain
"Fake death is not a clever way."

The voice that followed was as sharp as the chirping of a cicada, although it was extremely low, it pierced through the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, as if the speaker was standing face to face with Wei Shu.

This voice gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Not long after, a square face with pockmarks that she should have been unfamiliar with, but now she was very familiar with, broke through the fog in her mind and appeared in front of her eyes.

"Hook eight."

Wei Shu said the name.

At a loss, but also decisively, he spit out these two words.

At that moment, she felt like reading a book in the dark.It is not she who turns the pages of the book, nor is she in charge of the lamp. The only thing she can do is read.

At this time, the pages of the book rattled, and the page belonging to Gouba was turned, and the candlelight moved slowly, revealing some old events and memories.

As a result, she was able to know some of the past related to Gou Ba, but more news is still hidden in the dark.

"What are you doing?"

Wei Shu continued to speak, in order to calm the ups and downs in her heart like a raging sea.

This is not my voice.

she thought.But in the next moment, she suddenly thought "This is exactly my voice".

When she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she had such a soft guttural voice, but now, she is more than forty years old.

The man who was named did not respond, as if escaping into the night.

In an instant, the chill was like maggots on the tarsal bones, and suddenly covered Wei Shu's whole body, and the warm current in the body rose in response to the thought, gathered in the waist and abdomen, and condensed in the elbows and knees.

Wei Shu once again sprinted three feet close to the ground in an unimaginable posture, then twisted her waist and turned around, touching the ground with one knee. At the same time, her left hand was inserted into her sleeve, and three small and cold iron objects were clasped in her palm.

When the sharp blade touched the fingertips, Wei Shu immediately traced their shapes in his mind:

One and a half inches long, shaped like the tip of a pen, with a blood groove on one side.

These are three iron cones made of fine iron, and they are also...my...used hidden weapons.

She thought a little dazedly.

From lying prone to guarding on the ground, this response is as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and the warm breath in her body is also moving more freely. Even though this is only the second time for Wei Shu, her body seems to have been tempered a long time ago. The most accurate judgment can be made without much thinking.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and the pouring rain whips slammed tirelessly on the eaves, as if they wanted to smash the ruined temple.

In the darkness, the two faced each other silently, fearful of each other, but full of killing intent.

At this moment, Wei Shu could already see everything in front of her eyes clearly.

The warm current in her body not only endowed her with unimaginable strength, but also made her hear and see clearly, and even her thoughts seemed to be somewhat clearer.

Not only could she see clearly that she was in a dilapidated temple at the moment, the walls outside the mullioned windows were low and decayed, but she could also see clearly the old peasant-looking Gou Ba five feet ahead, dressed in kudzu clothes.

Wei Shu had never seen this person before.

However, memories about Gou Ba emerged from the fog in his mind, and there were also records of encounters with him several times in the scroll.

The headache hit, exacerbating the entanglement of these two memories, Wei Shu took a long breath, her lungs were infiltrated by the cold air, and suppressed the sudden dull pain.

At this moment, Gou Ba was lying down, expressionless, holding his weapon—an iron hook in his hand.

The tip of the hook made of iron is only a few inches long, like the fangs of a hungry wolf, shining faintly in the night.The curved hook was covered with rust, as if it hadn't been polished for many years, and the yellow-brown spots spread to the front of the hook handle before stopping abruptly.

Wei Shu felt awe-inspiring.

She knows the viciousness of this weapon.

Even if the skin is only scratched by the tip of the hook, the attached rust can enter the flesh. The wound is extremely dangerous. If the filth in the blood cannot be removed and detoxified in time, even if only a trace of contamination reaches the internal organs, it is a near-death situation , It is hard to save the gods when they come.

At this moment, Wei Shu was not surprised by her familiarity with this weapon, as she knew clearly that Gou Ba was here to kill her.

This abandoned mountain temple is the killing array he set up.

Although she didn't understand where the other party's killing intent came from, Wei Shu knew that she also wanted to kill him.Even, her killing intent is stronger than that of Gouba.

She desperately wanted the other party to die.

He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips, and wiped away the wet sticky palm without accident, and the fishy sweetness in his throat rushed straight to his nose, Wei Shu couldn't help retching twice.

The body suffered serious internal injuries.

She had such an idea.

Blood dripping from the mouth and nose is a sign of internal injury, and occasionally there will be a very cold feeling in the dantian three inches below the navel. When the internal force passes through the heart and lungs, there is also a very familiar sense of blockage, as if this body has already been in this place. I feel like I've lived a long time.

Wei Shu let her thoughts run according to a certain routine, and made an initial inference about the situation in front of her:

Bring back the corpse.

There is no more apt expression than this.

Before Wei Shu "woke up", the ray of soul that should have existed in this body had died due to serious injuries.

Wei Shu replaced her.

However, the memories that should belong to "her" have been sealed in the depths of her mind, and can only be touched occasionally, but cannot be fully known.

When the thought fell, the dantian suddenly became hot, and the scorching energy gushed out to the wrist in an instant, after a slight pause, it quickly divided into three strands:

One is long and condensed, the other is short and vigorous, and the other is twisting and turning, and each of them hides a hidden power.

"Whoosh-"

Three iron awls came out of his hand, but there was only one sound of breaking through the air.

Gou Ba seemed to have expected it a long time ago, without even thinking about stepping on the ground with his heels, his body flew into the air like a fast arrow.

Almost at the moment when he jumped up, the first iron awl barely passed by the sole of his boots, he twisted his waist in mid-air to exert his strength, and swung the five-foot deadly hook in the opposite direction.

"Dang", there was a loud noise, and the second iron awl hit the hook body. The thick internal force attached to the hidden weapon made his tiger's mouth numb, his blood and blood moved slightly, and half of his arm became stiff for a while.

With a cold snort, he shifted his body sideways, the wind of his hunting clothes lifted the torn window paper, and the tip of the protruding hook rotated half a circle and stretched upwards, just touching the beam above his head.

At this moment, the third iron awl came quietly behind him.

Gou Ba seemed to have eyes on his back, his shoulders shrugged slightly, his body rolled up like a spirit ape, he turned over and jumped onto the beam, and after he settled down, he immediately thrust his back with his backhand.

There was a very small hole in the back of the outer robe, presumably it was torn by the strong wind from the iron cone, but the soft armor was safe.

He slightly lowered his body, adjusted his breathing secretly, and lowered his eyes to Wei Shu, his murderous intent was surging, but he kept it hidden.

Missing all three hidden weapons, Wei Shu also had a feeling of getting used to it, as if she and Gou Ba had fought like this countless times before, and she knew the number of the iron hook, just as the other party knew her well , as soon as she came, she calculated the trend of her three hidden weapons.

However, how can everything in this world stay the same?
Just like Wei Shu was originally the princess of the state of Wei, and later became the empress of Daliang, but overnight she became a fugitive who "died before and after the fire", and later became a widowed lady with her son and assistant child. The empress dowager of the emperor, the enthroned empress... Until now, she has become an anonymous person with unknown identity and origin.

Slightly looking up at the man perched on the top of the beam, Wei Shu stretched out the hand hanging at the waist, and was already holding the iron handle wrapped in mulberry.

She drew her sword.

(End of this chapter)