“滚开！”黑衣人厉声喝道，马蹄子狠狠砸在地上，溅起一片泥水。萧然吓了一跳，怀里那半斤碎肉差点掉出来。他赶紧缩了缩脖子，往旁边黑漆漆的巷子里挪。这鬼天气，雨下得跟不要钱似的，路面又滑，他穿着双破布鞋，走一步晃一步。

“大哥，就这算了吧，他一个要饭的，能碍着您？”另一个声音从马背上传来，带着点不耐烦。

“碍不着也得杀！老东西临死前说是他干的，必须剁成肉酱！”黑衣人声音阴冷，马头一调，直冲萧然。

“我……”萧然刚想开口，那马突然前蹄刨地，发出一声惊嘶。黑衣人一个激灵，勒住缰绳，低头看了看马腿，“嘶——”， ensuing problem was not 对 problem was 图样问题啊！

Snapping“他爹是？”萧然混水摸鱼，探头看了眼。

another black-clad figure emerged from the shadows of the alleyway. This new arrival also wore black, his face partially obscured by the pouring rain, but a pair of eyes burned with killing intent. He raised his hand, and a chilling sound echoed through the night.

The black-clad rider on the horse sneered, "Who the hell are you? Want to get killed too?"

Before the newcomer could reply, the fight broke out. It was like a storm hits the boat, the situation became chaotic. The horse squealed, the rain beat down, and the sound of weapon clashes echoed. The black-claddeds seemed to be fighting for something important. On the ground, Sn谋求 escape, dodging and weaving through the debris of the alleyway.