In May, the weather is still not very stable, the day before yesterday was cold and people wrapped in cotton jackets, yesterday the wind and sand made people unable to open their eyes, today it has become like a hot sun.

Before anyone could take off their robes, they were already sweating after two steps down the street. The streets began to see steam rising, and when you looked at it from a distance, the vision began to distort, which was really dizzying. The sudden hot weather makes people inevitably a little irritable.

On the first floor of the stairs is a large restaurant, which can accommodate 300 people, bustling and crowded like a downtown stall. Even if 300 people don't speak, just the sound of eating dishes and chopsticks is noisy enough, not to mention that there are countless people drinking and eating meat.

It's definitely not an elegant place to go, and there is no staggering price, it can only be called a cheap and hot restaurant, chaos is the norm, and you can't eat when it's deserted.

"I'll tell you, I went to the fireworks yesterday and spent his mother's twenty taels of silver, fucking it! However, these twenty taels are really fucking worth! That woman's eyes will hook the soul, so she looked at me like this......"

"But he said that the King Kong, with angry eyes wide open, mouth and nose spitting fire, sharp ears and flames, hideous face, eight arms in turn, each holding a magic weapon, stepping on the fire cloud, roaring angrily......"

"Tsk, the little lady of the Yang family died tragically, she was hung on a pillar and exposed to the sun for three days, she was already dying, and she was hung up again, and she drowned half dead in the water every other moment, and then hung up again......"

"That damn dog servant bullied me too much! He even bullied my wife while I was not at home! If it weren't for my uncle's timely arrival when he heard the call for help, my lady would have been defiled! I drank this wine today! I went home and sharpened my knife and cut the heart and liver of this dog thief!"

......

The sound insulation of the stairs is excellent, the sound of an explosion in the restaurant on the first floor, and the sound of an explosion on the fourth floor only makes a layer of dust on the ground move slightly.

The fourth floor was still as usual, with the old windows filtering out most of the light, leaving wisps of dust. It's quiet like an old man, and there is an old man here.

Jun Jiuye sat on the chair a little tiredly, and the heavy spots on his face seemed to be a little more. He closed his eyes and listened to the noise downstairs. If you want to distinguish it in detail, it is mixed with the sound of someone eating pastries nearby, like a little mouse stealing food.

......

"With this wine, we are brothers!"

"To the deceased friends!"

"I wish you a bright future!"

"I'm crying with joy!"

"Dude, I'm beating my chest!ah!"

"Hehehe......"

"Alas, alas......"

"Hahaha......"

All living beings are displayed here, each with its own taste, mixed into life. I'm afraid that's why Jun Jiuye set up the first floor of the building as a restaurant.

Dutchman.

Dutchman.

Dutchman.

Suddenly chopped on the table!

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, someone suddenly killed someone.

For!

The knife wielder is storming the building!

......

"Woo-huh-" someone sang the opera. "Hmph—" someone shouted. "Smack-" Someone slapped the table......

The speaker is obsessed, and the listener will understand. Each has its own world, and has not paid attention to others.

......

For!

Person. Countless people.

Knife. Messy knives.

There was a person on the stairs who was about to go downstairs, but he was stabbed to death with a random knife and thrown directly downstairs.

......

Bang!

Man smashed to the ground.

The sound blended into the noise, as if a pair of chopsticks had been dropped, and no one noticed it.

......

There was a cultivator on the second floor, who suddenly opened his eyes, and his vitality was condensed.

Zheng!

The flying sword swept up and beheaded a man.

The cultivator failed to stop the sword-wielder.

The people on the second floor have all stood up.

But any shouts and blows were lost in the noise. Killing, drowned out in the voices of people.

......

The fourth floor is still as quiet as before.

Jun Jiuye was still closing his eyes lightly, listening to the sound downstairs.

......

Knife.

Blood.

Knife.

Bone.

Knife.

Die.

The staircase was filled with people, like the Nu River, striking the newly built embankment in the center of the second floor.

The clutter of tables and dead people, piled together, became a towering divide, and it kept growing.

Someone, began to rush to the third floor.

......

Babies are crying, women are mourning, adults are angry, civilians are complaining, scholars are screaming, merchants are scolding, soldiers are yelling, and people are laughing......

......

A large amount of blood began to gather and form a layer, flowing through the utensils and the dead, eroding towards all parts of the ground on the second floor, and piercing towards the floor that had been cracked by age.

......

For a moment, the second floor was no longer divided in two.

The people gathered on the second floor rushed towards the third floor.

For!

Someone came down from the third floor.

Laugh at!

A mass of heads huddled on the stairs flew up and tumbled down onto the corpses on the second floor.

The man with long hair scattered walked down with his sword.

......

"Hiccup—"

Jun Jiu Ye opened his eyes and looked at the person who woke him up with a hiccups.

"I'm sorry, your pastry is so delicious, I'm almost done eating it for you. ”

Jun Jiuye smiled and said, "I can't eat it, take it back and eat it." ”

"Good, good. ”

......

Flying swords.

Flying swords.

Criss-crossed flying swords.

Second realm, death.

Three realms, also dead.

From the third floor, more and more people walked down.

On the second floor, no one climbed up from the first floor.

......

"Brother, I salute you for this glass of wine!"

Tick!

The wine in the cup turned red because of the blood that dripped from it.

People looked up.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Drip!Drip!Drip!Drip!Drip!Drip!

Someone keeps looking up.

Blood dripped in wine glasses, on white rice, on tables, on the ground, on the faces of those looking up.

The thick blood on the second floor suppressed the hustle and bustle on the first floor.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle turned to dead silence.

......

Jun Yuangui, who was on the third floor, glanced down from the staircase, restraining his shock. I'm afraid no one thought that the counterattack of Tsing Yi Lane and Xiaohutong would be so swift and decisive.

In front of everyone's eyes, hundreds of thugs and hundreds of cultivators, it is not too much to say that it is a river of blood. Could it be that these people really think that the Ming Dynasty raised rice buckets? These people are not stupid, they are really crazy.

"Someone has seen through your ghost show and will leave the city immediately. ”

Tsing Yi Lane and the small alley can have such actions, it must be because they have seen through the ghost performances that can manipulate people, and there must be a core character to appear in order to gather strength.

The ghost that can manipulate people is too powerful, this trump card cannot be lost, even if the other party only has a trace of possibility to track it down, you must keep this trump card first.

The situation took a turn for the worse, but Jun Yuangui also considered it in advance. Although this situation is extremely unfavorable now, it is also an opportunity to completely swallow Tsing Yi Lane and Xiaohutong. All this depends on how the father decides.

Jun Yuangui took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He walked up to the fourth floor, opened the door, and broke the silence of the fourth floor.