In the dilapidated house, the only light is the bright moon and clear light, and there are no candles, so it looks very dim.

The young man in shabby clothes bent over, hunched over, held his stomach with his hands, held back tears, trembled, and walked step by step to the old wooden bed and lay down, feeling like a dog.

On that day at the execution ground, he himself was like a dog, kneeling on the ground with shackles. Pray for the blessing of God and Buddha, pray for the Bodhisattva to manifest, look up at the dim sky, and hope that God will let the whole family live. I don't want to do that, but it's always been like this time and time again.

How the world is so ruthless, how everything is so cruel.

A dog lies on the ground and prays to God, even if he prays until he is old, God will not pity you and will not give you mercy.

He has an older brother and a younger sister, and he is not impressed by his brother, because he likes to read too much, and often stays in the house and does not want to come out, and has not played together much since he can remember.

Both are naughty masters, and both are masters who like to make the house go haywire.

When the wind and rain were coming, the palace fell into a dead silence, and everyone felt that the mountain rain was coming, and only the seven-year-old little sister had no heart and lungs, running around in the yard and playing wildly.

On the morning of that day, the mother put on a new purple dress for the little sister, and the little girl looked in the mirror for most of the day, jumping happily, bringing the only excitement to the silent palace.

Everyone couldn't help but smile when they saw this little girl.

Later, the little girl stood at the gate to show off her new clothes, holding the door wall with her left hand, with a proud face, who didn't pay attention to greetings, only when she talked about her clothes, she gave a face-saving look, triumphant.

In the afternoon, the door was arrested, and the little girl who was only seven years old also wore heavy shackles, such a small body, how could she bear the weight of the shackles, and she fell down once after walking a few steps, her neck was bruised and covered with shackles, and her beautiful purple new clothes were covered with dust.

She cried with red eyes, cried hoarsely, her messy hair draped over her shoulders, crying for her father and mother, but she couldn't change anything.

She died in front of Yuan Chen, the heavy hammer almost folding her small body in half, and her hoarse cries before death echoed in the air. "Brother, brother......".

The boy lying on the bed burst into tears and jumped to his feet.

Opening the door, Yuan Chen walked out of the house and came to the kitchen, took a kitchen knife, and sharpened it brightly.

With the knife, Yuan Chen slowly moved to the door of the little scorpion room and waited quietly, the guy would snore when he slept, and he would sleep very hard when he snored. A month ago, because he slept soundly, Jiu Ye asked him to get up and do things without taking care of him, and he was beaten up severely.

Yuan Chen's face was expressionless, and he even had the leisure to close his eyes and recuperate, what if he killed this guy, he had value for the ninth master, he wouldn't do anything to himself.

After a stick of incense, there was a snoring sound in the room, Yuan Chen took off his shoes, slowly pushed open the door, and walked to the little scorpion's bed step by step.

Because of the hot weather, the little scorpion was shirtless, his body was thin and black, and he looked more like a loach. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he should have bullied Yuan Chen, and he was very happy when he was angry in his heart.

If you are bullied miserably, you will bully others to find comfort, and then you will not be unhappy.

Yuan Chen raised the kitchen knife, raised it high, swung it down violently, and accurately slashed the blade on the neck of the little scorpion, confirming that he had cut off the trachea blood vessels, and pulled the knife back without continuing to move.

The dark and thin boy who dreamed of Zhou Gong woke up suddenly, subconsciously covering his neck, panicked, and his eyes showed fear.

He looked up blankly, saw a pair of cold eyes, and couldn't believe that this waste had the courage to cut himself with a knife.

He opened and closed his lips slightly, but he couldn't say a word, the chill permeated his whole body, his whole body trembled with fear, he felt the warmth of his neck constantly gushing out, tears came out of his eyes, he didn't want to die.

Few people can do it without fear in the face of death.

A strong pleasure swam through Yuan Chen's body, he looked at the little scorpion's painful appearance, he felt so happy, so comfortable, the more desperate the little scorpion was, the more satisfied he was.

Stretching out his hand, Yuan Chen wanted to pull away the little scorpion's hand and prevent him from covering his neck. But it didn't succeed, and the will to survive made the little scorpion unwilling to let go, and used all his strength to protect his neck.

Yuan Chen raised his hand and slapped the little scorpion, but there was no response. As soon as his eyes were cold, he raised the knife again and slashed at the little scorpion's right arm, blood splattered Yuan Chen's face, but the little scorpion still didn't let go. Yuan Chen slashed again for the second and third knives, slashing continuously, splitting the flesh and tendons, and then cutting off the bones as well, and cutting off the little scorpion's right hand alive.

The little scorpion was in pain and fear, trembling all over, his eyes were full of pleading, he should be certain to die, but he was still begging for mercy.

His expression made Yuan Chen enjoy it very much, are you very painful and scared, great.

Seeing that the little scorpion's left hand was still covering his neck, Yuan Chen cut off his left hand again. The little scorpion was completely desperate, and it was already very difficult for him to even open his eyes due to a large amount of blood loss, but Yuan Chen still didn't let him go, seeing that the little scorpion was about to die, he raised the knife again.

Because of the violent chopping, the kitchen knife has been rolled, and it is not so sharp, and the wound on the little scorpion's body is not coordinated at all, but Yuan Chen is happy to do it, knife after knife, knife after knife.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the mutilated corpses were like pigs in a slaughterhouse, shattered into pieces after pieces.

The smell of blood filled the room, Yuan Chen finally put down the knife, no wonder his father likes to lead troops to fight, it turns out that killing people is so cool.

Looking at the terrifying scene created by himself, Yuan Chen was very calm, and even had the mood to ask and answer himself.

Are you happy? I'm happy.

The strong smell of blood passed through the courtyard, and soon provoked the ninth master.

The ninth master is known as the old man of the Ten Poisons, and he is a professional tomb robber, and he is also a little shocked to see the scene in the house. Looking at Yuan Chen, who had a calm face, the Ninth Master was speechless for a while.

"When did your body recover?"

Yuan Chen replied calmly; I don't know. ”

With a wave of his right hand, a burst of energy shot out, knocking Yuan Chen into the wall, and inflicting internal injuries in one move.

"Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be?"

Yuan Chen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stood up. "What the little scorpion can do, I can do too. What he did for you before, just let me do it later. If you're really not satisfied, just slap me to death. ”

With a brush, the Ninth Master's body was extremely swept, and he flew in front of Yuan Chen in a blink of an eye, and the old hand grabbed it and grabbed Yuan Chen's neck.

"You think I won't dare kill you?"

Yuan Chen's tone was indifferent: "If you want to do it, hurry up." ”

The ninth master lost his temper for a while, and this kid still had to keep raising black armor centipedes. And the little scorpion is dead now, and none of them have done it, so it's not good to be crippled. Besides, this kid was originally covered in injuries, and he actually got better after a trip with the little devil's aunt, and he couldn't make sure that there was anything to do with the two. The little devil wants this kid to go with her, it must be useful, it must be a favor for others, and it is not easy to die.

So at this time, Jiu Ye seemed a little sluggish.

"Bury the little scorpion first, the person is already dead, don't do too much, otherwise I will let you die worse than him." ”

Yuan Chen saw that the ninth master had no murderous intentions, it was too late to be happy, where were there other thoughts, to be honest, the previous conversation was calm on the surface, but in the bottom of his heart, he was very nervous.

Killing people is cool for a while, and burying people is sad and heartbroken.

Yuan Chen was very depressed, but after killing the little scorpion, he let out a bad breath, and he didn't care so much, so he dug a pit overnight and buried the body.

Early the next morning, Yuan Chen was still asleep in a daze, and was yelled at by the ninth master to cook.

People were under the eaves and had to bow their heads, and Yuan Chen reluctantly went to the stove room. Yuan Chen, who has lived for more than ten years, can only eat, and can't do it, has been busy for a while, making a pot of paste, and the angry Jiu Ye blows his beard and stares, but he doesn't see it! Boy, you brag and brag one by one, you can do everything the little scorpion can do, you can do it.

As for other work, what to configure poison and take care of those poisonous insects, snakes and rats, Yuan Chen didn't know anything. The Ninth Master pondered for a long time, saying that as long as you can cook well, you don't have to worry about anything else.

The people take food as the sky, and although the little scorpion's cooking is not very good, it is still barely passable. Jiu Ye was afraid of starvation, and Yuan Chen was also afraid of starvation, but the cooked food was really difficult to swallow, and both of them were very entangled.

Seeing that the ninth master's expression was getting more and more ugly, Yuan Chen also felt weak, but how could the children of the prince's family have this ability, if he could draw it, he would be fine.

After thinking about it, Yuan Chen decided to study cooking, it didn't matter if he starved to death the ninth master, he couldn't say that he would starve to death. So he said to the ninth master that he wanted to learn how to cook kung fu, the ninth master blew his beard and stared, he had never cooked in his life.

However, Yuan Chen's idea of learning cooking reminded the ninth master, he said that there is a mountain basin not far to the west, where there are many people, and there is a woman named Fourteen Niang at the entrance, the cooking is particularly delicious, and Yuan Chen is asked to go to learn art.

"If you can't learn a few good dishes, when the Nether Gu attacks, until the last moment, I won't relieve you of the poison. ”。

With such a burden over, Yuan Chen had to embark on the road of learning to cook early in the morning in order to reduce hardships.

Direction, West, Goal, Fourteen Niang.