NO. Four Hundred and Twenty-One New Year's Greetings

The speed of Weichong's fire was extremely high, but within two or three seconds, everyone shot out of bullets, but at this time, the four of them were still holding the trigger in their hands, and they could only hear the sound of the firing pin as it constantly shuttled through the barrel of the gun. Come, at this time, there are hundreds of bullets in front of Zhang Heng. These bullets seem to be embedded in the air and can no longer produce any lethality!

"Is it over?" Zhang Heng showed a signature sneer at the corners of his mouth, raised his hand slightly, held a bullet in front of his eyes with both hands and looked at it slightly. At the same time, the bullets seemed to finally receive gravity, drip Tick ​​tock fell to the ground, leaving only the horrified eyes of the four men!

"Shin じ な い!"

As if the sky was falling, the leader of the four seemed to have suffered an indescribable impact on the world view. He threw away the firearm in his hand, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and charged towards Zhang Heng with his death intent!

But before he took two steps, Zhang Heng suddenly looked in his direction, and his expression became sharp at the same time. Suddenly, the expressions of the four of them changed greatly at the same time. Come!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four blood mists sprayed out like a fountain, like four blood mists spreading out. At this moment, the young man in the ninth inning who was rescued by Zhang Heng finally showed a horrified look. He looked at all this dully. He slowly took a step or two forward, but his feet seemed to have lost strength, and he fell directly to the ground. All that was in his eyes and mind was only the moment when the heads of the four people burst open, and he could not disperse for a long time. ...

A gust of cold wind blew past, and the cold current filled the streets with the blood mist in the air, and then completely merged into the sky, leaving only the sound of sirens slowly approaching from a distance, showing the bleakness of early winter.

I don't know when, Zhang Heng disappeared...

...

Jingzhou, Fengtai District, Yanxi Huafu Villa.

An old man with white hair and beard was sitting in his bedroom, constantly stroking a photo frame in his hand, which was wiped clean by him.

The old man was very old, and he was a little afraid of the cold. There was no light in the room, only the dim fire in the fireplace was on and off. Like many old antiques, he doesn't particularly like to see things like floor heating and air conditioning in reality. In comparison, he prefers ancient equipment such as fireplaces, which can make him recall the memories of when he was young.

A fire was burning in the fireplace, warming the bedroom. Through the flickering firelight, you can faintly see that there is a photo of a young man on the photo frame in the old man's hand.

This young man looked a little innocent, with arrogant light flashing in his eyes, but the only flaw in this photo was the color of the photo.

This photo is black and white.

At this moment, the old man seemed to be immersed in memories. The wrinkled and age-spotted face showed a peaceful smile, but it was replaced by grief in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, the old man finally recovered from his memories. He stood up a little stooped and hung the photo frame on the wall beside him with his already trembling hands. If there is a second person in the room at this time. , you can see that this wall is covered with photos of this young man from childhood to adulthood.

This young man is called Xu Haoyu.

Looking at the pictures in front of him, the old man's somewhat cloudy eyes gradually revealed a touch of fineness. He suddenly lowered his head and said softly in a voice that only he could hear...

"Yu'er, I believe Grandpa will be able to avenge you soon..."

After saying this, the old man seemed a little tired, and lay back on the old huanghuali wood chair, and then slowly closed his eyes.

However, just when he closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap, a dull voice suddenly came from the room. The voice was slightly hoarse, which was very incompatible with the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the room.

"The older generation remembers their children and grandchildren, it's a really touching scene..."

Hearing this, the old man rolled his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the source of the sound with a look of astonishment, but saw in the shadow of the room,

There seems to be someone standing there.

No, no, there is indeed someone standing there!

A flash of anger flashed in the old man's eyes, but he was suppressed in an instant. He supported the armrests of the chair with both hands, trying to straighten himself up as much as possible, and then said solemnly, "I don't know if the honored guest is coming, it's really a loss to welcome you."

"A distinguished guest?"

In the shadows, the voice seemed to be sneering, but no matter how the old man looked at it, with his dimly stunned eyes, he could only see a figure, other than that, he couldn't see anything.

"Oh, the old man has lived long enough. For me, it is the Tenth Temple Yama who came to the door, and it is also a distinguished guest." The old man nodded, his expression calm and without the slightest fear, "I have not been afraid in my life. who passed."

"I believe." The figure seemed to sigh faintly, "But I'm curious, if you know that today not only you, but even your family will be destroyed, can you continue to calm down? "

"What did you say?" The old man's expression suddenly shrank. He looked at the dark shadow in front of him carefully, as if he wanted to make sure of something. After a long time, he sighed, "I probably know who you are."

"You, probably sent by Zhang Heng?" The old man laughed, "I don't think anyone else has the guts to say such a thing in front of me... but it's a pity. , he may have encountered an accident at this time."

"If you really think so, then you are very wrong." Hearing this, a figure in the dark slowly emerged, and an ordinary-looking young man walked to the area where the fire could shine. At this time, the old man saw that the The young man seems to have a sinister aura, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, his eyes are bright, but some are as dark as night, and they can reflect everything in the world...

Those are a pair of eyes that can absorb the soul of a person.

"Zhang Heng!"

At this time, the old man's face finally became ugly, his whole body trembled suddenly, and his peaceful face suddenly revealed a trace of indescribable hideousness, "You are not dead yet?"

Zhang Heng didn't answer, just walked over to the old man with his hands behind his back, and liked the photos of Xu Haoyu on the wall in his spare time. Is it a New Year's gift?"

When the old man heard the words, his body trembled again, and his hands trembled even more violently. His ten fingers tightly clasped the handle of the huanghuali wood reclining chair, almost completely clasping his fingers in! At the same time, a trace of blood slowly diffused from the nails...