The Governor is Sick

"Little sister-"

As if from the distant mountains and rivers, Xia Houyi was so sleepy that he heard Xia Houyi's call. He rubbed his eyes from the bed, pushed the door unconsciously, and the cold wind rushed in, blowing him fiercely.

"Mother? Are you back?" He shouted.

No one answered.

Opening Xia Houyi's door, as in yesterday, there was no trace of anyone coming. Xia Houxi finally panicked, and rushed to Qiuye's house wearing a good bitch.

Autumn leaves were feeding the chicken, and a few feathers were stuck to the felt hat. Xia Houyi shouted across the fence, "Master, my mother hasn't returned yet!"

"Maybe it was delayed, Xiaoyu, don't worry." Qiu Ye looked up at him.

"I know," Xiahou shouted, "it must have been delayed, I just want to pick her up, and the snow has closed the mountain. I worry that my mother can't recognize the road."

Akiba whispered softly, "Go, my sister-in-law. Remember to get the medicine in the abbot's bowl first. No one can stop you."

Xia Hou nodded heavily and ran away.

The sloppy mountain temples were torn and rotten, and the dead piles and beams were barely exposed outside. The monk in black was sitting at the feet of the black Buddha with arms and legs, knocking on the wooden fish with a stick between his fingers. Xia Hou stomped himself behind the abbot, stretched out his hand to reach the rice bowl beside the futon, which was filled with black paintballs.

There are no more or less pills, just enough for all assassins. Xia Houyi took two and quietly backed away. When he exited the Temple of Heaven, the abbot opened his eyes just awake and turned the scriptures.

Xia Houyi stole Uncle Duan's old horse and a pot of wine, carrying a baggage bag, and walked through the snow and wind alone, and went down the mountain. No one knows how he came out of the mountain. When he appeared at the foot of the mountain, the whole person looked like a snowman. The villagers at the foot of the mountain thought he was a fairy in the snow mountain.

The old horse was dying, and Xia Houchang changed a horse and went to Liuzhou day and night.

Liuzhou is not very big, and the distance from south to north is one hundred and fifty feet. When Xia Hou arrived, it was early in the morning. He dismounted at the gate and looked for the dark pile in front of the map.

Galan stationed five concealed posts in Liuzhou. Each dark pile manages a dark cave. Assassins call the cave a post hall, where the assassins settle. Hidden caves are hidden in the homes of dark piles, some are cellars, some are secret rooms behind cabinets. The dark piles are usually civilians. Some people even have family members on the walls. But if you open the door of the cave, you will see a carpet of Rakshasa inside. There are night pearls on the wall for lighting. The cave also provided enchanting prostitutes to accompany.

The abbot did not want to renovate even the mountain temple, but decorated the caves with gold and splendor, only for the assassin to adjust to the best state, and waved the desperate knife in the plan.

Xia Houyi usually does not settle in the dark cave. She felt that the place was stubborn and impenetrable, and some of the dishes made by the dark piles did not meet her appetite. She goes to Akiba every year to rob people's hide masks, and then lives unscrupulously at the best inn in the city, eats and drinks at the best restaurants, and if she is interested, she will fight one-to-many with other drunks. Xia Houyi is a lone assassin, but likes to stay in a crowded place. When she would also take Xia Houyu down the mountain, she often took him to the temple to listen to the opera, to the museum to listen to music. The little Xia Houyi was amused by the girls in her arms, and his round **** and scented nose made him dizzy.

Xia Houyu walked from Hualiu Lane in the south of the city to Zhifanpu in the east of the city, and then went to Yizhuang in the west of the city. He asked the dark piles one by one. Sure enough, everyone said that he had never seen Jia. Lou Luo.

Xia Houyi found the room she had stayed in again. The shopkeeper said that she had paid for the house for three months, but only stayed for one and a half months. The shopkeeper did not keep the room, and gave it to the new guest officer.

She still had no sheath, and Xia Hou was so angry that she kicked the wall, and now she had no clue. She didn't apply to her to arrange a sheath to cope with the assassination, and she wouldn't order to go to the place. Besides, she didn't settle down in the cave. Naturally, Liuzhou's concealed pile did not know her whereabouts.

Perhaps she had already left the city, and she just missed it. Xia Hou walked on the street with his baggage near the noon, and there were many more people. The trafficker carried the burden and walked back and forth, his voice shouted loudly. For those who pushed the dung carts, they put a stack of dung buckets to the river, the dung buckets fell down, and the river rushed and rushed in, and it was clean. The one who led the child, the one who pulled the daughter-in-law, wear gold, silver, bare feet ... rubbing his shoulders.

Xia Houyi went to Beishi, where he sells bun buns early in the morning, sells rice noodle soup at noon, and various curious gadgets. It is the most lively place in Liuzhou City. A group of people surrounded him in front, pointing and not knowing what to look at. Xia Houyu walked beside and glanced at it. It was a stinking dead body, the meat was rotten, and the yellow and white crickets crawled in the carrion. Climbing in and out, the flies buzzed around.

Xia Houyi walked away quickly, and he was so disgusted that he didn't want to eat.

In the afternoon, Xia Houyi went to the gate of Jingdao Shanzhuang and looked at everything. The villa was normal, and two fierce and evil servants guarded the door. There was no sign of funeral and no sign of funeral. Xia Houxi was half-hearted. He inquired about whether there was any major event in Jing Dao Shan Zhuang recently, and the people kept silent, as if mentioning that the villa would kill him.

Xia Houyi was undoubtedly missed, but where did she go? Maybe he was injured and couldn't rush and had to hide first. Xia Houzhen was more worried.

After passing through the dead body again, Xia Houyi learned to be good this time, and quickly walked away, covering his nose.

If she's injured, why doesn't she go to the dark to heal? She wasn't injured, she just left. It should have been missed with him. Maybe he had arrived at Garan now, and he was sleeping at home. Xia Houyi went to the post hall and sent a letter to the village under the mountain, asking if they saw Xia Houyi returning to the mountain.

In the setting sun, the late golden light shone on the blue slate road, and the moss pointed brightly. Xia Houyi walked for a day, his feet were broken, he took a step and sat down, took out the kettle in his bag and drank. It happened to be the intersection of Beishi Street. People were scattered in the evening. There was only a clever rack left in the stall, and there were candies on the ground, which were blown by the wind.

There was no one by the side of the dead body. The solitary body was lying on the street, ragged and unkempt, and Xia Houzhen thought he was a bit pitiful.

He had his head separated and his left hand was also broken. I don't know who was strung in by a rope and hung it around his empty neck. That head rolled aside, Xia Houzhen remembered that it was not in that place, presumably it was kicked. At this moment he was looking at Xia Houyi, and his empty eyes were looking in the direction of Xia Houyi.

The golden sunset covered the street, and the body was also plated with a thin layer of gold. Xia Houyi looked at him silently, his face suddenly became cold, Xia Houyi touched his face, he didn't even know when he was crying.

The ghost was so terrified that Xia Houzhen stood up and walked towards the body step by step. The head didn't move, but Xia Houyi felt that the two big hollow eyes had been watching himself, watching himself step by step, and finally stopped at his side.

Xia Houyu brushed the dirty tress covering his face, and his face was so ragged that he could see that he had been severely scratched by a knife. Who has such a deep hatred with him? Since it was supposed to humiliate him, why did he ruin his face again?

Numerous stab wounds were found on his body, his shoulders and backs were almost chopped, his bones were broken into pieces, and fatty maggots were drilled from the rotten rotten meat, wriggling in Xiahou's fingertips.

Who is he?

Xia Houyi was a little scared. He wanted to stand up and leave here, but he seemed to have a hand on his shoulder, making him unable to move.

The next moment, his gaze fell somehow on the broken garment corner of the body.

It was the most common coarse linen, black material, the corners of the clothes were not well received, the stitches were messy, and even the wires overflowed. It can be seen that the people who sew the clothes are not very skilled.

When Xia Houyi saw the corner of the clothes, his head was empty. At that moment, he seemed to lose all five senses. He couldn't hear any sound, and couldn't see anything else. Everything was far away from him, and he could only see the thin corner of his clothes.

It was sewn by him.

Xia Houyi will not sew clothes, let her sew clothes, sew old holes and add new holes. Under the pressure of life, Xia Houzhen had to handle the needlework, cut fabrics, sew clothes, and even embroider himself. This dress was made by him last fall. Xia Houyi complained that the original old clothes were torn. She was so embarrassed that she asked Xia Hou to cut a piece for her, and she said shamelessly that everyone else could not wear it. The clothes made by her son were intimate. .

is that a lie. He must have read it wrong. How could the clothes he made wear on someone he didn't know? His mother must still be waiting for him to find her somewhere, certain, certain!

Xia Houyi covered her mouth hard so as not to let the whimper overflow from her throat. But the tears could not stop flowing, slipping down the eyelashes, and falling on the hands, like a hot burn.

He suddenly recognized it. There is no shape, but the shadow of Xia Houyi remains in the bones. He realized that the ugly body belonged to his mother Xia Houyi.

Silent sorrow rested on his shoulders, like heavy iron. Haw's sorrow wandered in his veins, he wanted to growl, he wanted to growl, but opened his mouth and cried with low voice. He shivered and hugged Xia Houyu's body. She was as light as a cloud, and seemed to break with a light touch. She was indeed broken, and none of the bones under the carrion was intact.

He could almost imagine how those sensational long knives pierced her body, one by one, and chopped her bones piece by piece. He could almost see how Gala Luo's head rolled off the night that nightmare.

There was a chaos in his mind, a moment when Xiahou Xun grabbed his roasted sweet potatoes as a child, a lukewarm back of her bamboo in the rainy night of Lu Fu, and a wanton smile when she waved the knife. In the end, all the sounds and smiles fell on this muddy carrion, and everything was still.

Painful bitterness cut his heart, his chest seemed to be cracked, and a burning flame was flowing incessantly. Xia Houyi knelt on the ground and cried out.

Heavy footsteps sounded at the end of the street, and the ground seemed to shake. Xia Houyi raised his head, and a hawk-like man ran on his horse, with a mountain-like disciple behind him. Everyone wore a three-foot-long Qi family knife, with their left feet falling at the same time, and their right feet lifting at the same time, strictly like an army.

It was he who killed his mother!

Xia Houyi put down Xia Houyi's body, pulled out his knife, and hissed.

At that moment, he was a lone wolf of the Jedi, a lost wolf pup, showing his sharpest fangs to the enemy. He gasped heavily, his lungs pulled apart like a worn-out bellows, and his cold, sharp blades reflecting his bloodshot eyes.

kill him! kill him! kill him!

The crazy thoughts burned in the head like a fire, and Shen Xiong's angry dragon and snake generally swelled in the blood vessels. Xia Houyi held his knife and wanted revenge on that man.

However, the moment he took the first step, ready to rush to the enemy, he was hit hard at the back of his neck. The strength of his body was immediately evacuated, and he suddenly collapsed. He opened his eyes and stared at the man with white hair and shaved face.

His strength slipped away uncontrollably, and his eyelids weighed as much as he could, and he closed his eyes unwillingly.

In this world, time is dark.