"Commander of the Jinyi Guard." Huang Quan slowly walked out from Li Zheng and looked at Feng Siniang.

"Commander, that's a big official." Feng Siniang stared at Li Zheng, still uneasy in her eyes, "The old lady doesn't look like a good product." ”

"There are no good goods in the brocade guard." Huang Quan replied, walked to Feng Siniang's side, and glanced at Li Zheng, "Didn't the injured one say that he would give you three thousand gold baht to buy money, you can ask him for it first." ”

Feng Siniang's eyes lit up, and she looked at Li Zheng, "Li Daguan..."

"Although the tiger and leopard ride has nothing to do with our Jinyiwei, this money is nothing!" Li Zhengdao, with a smile on his face, his eyes were calm after calculation, "As long as Boss Feng finds a few people for me, everything is easy to say." ”

"Li Daguan is really looking for the right person, in this bitter water town, there is nothing to hide from the old man... Ah, no, it's a little woman's. Feng Siniang looked at Li Zheng, rubbed her hands and laughed, "It's just this... 3,000 gold baht is not a small amount! Li Daguanren..."

"Boss Feng rest assured." Li Zheng took out a bulging bag of brocade from his arms, poured out ten round opals from it, put it on the empty coffin on the side and said, "Three thousand gold, only a little more." ”

"I don't know who Li Daguan is looking for?" Feng Siniang withdrew her gaze from those cats' eyes, smiling like a flower, but her voice was very calm.

"It's a portrait of them." Li Zheng had an extra roll of brocade silk in his hand, threw it to Feng Siniang, and said with a smile, "If you find it, I will call the ward, and the price is easy to say." ”

Li Zheng took one last look at the silent Huang Quan, and walked out of the lobby with a smile, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

"Coffin Huang, what did you do before?" After Li Zheng left, Feng Siniang looked at Huang Quan beside her, and there was some faint worry on her face.

"I used to be a soldier." Huang Quan looked at Feng Siniang, who was a little worried about himself in front of him, and his voice was a little bitter, "It's the kind that kills a lot of people, even the elderly and children." ”

"Hide... You've been around for so long. Huang Quan didn't dare to look at Feng Siniang, his face as pale as a dead man lowered, "I... It's just that... Don't want to... You know... I used to..."

Huang Quan's words were not finished, and he suddenly looked at the inner hall, where a person's vague whisper came from.

"Old people and children?" Leon, pale-faced, leaned against the doorbeam, smiling self-deprecatingly; "Me too!" His voice was so low that it was hard to hear.

"Why did you get out?" Huang Quan looked at Li Ang, who straightened up and didn't let himself fall, as if he had seen the past.

"I don't like to lie down, and I don't like to be motionless like a wreck." Leon was draped in a black robe, and his bloodless face became paler and paler, as if it had been carved out of the same mold as Huangquan.

Leon looked down at his hands: perhaps just as the slain will never come back to life, the bloodied hands will never be washed clean, he thought. Guilt or repentance is just something boring.

"It is a matter of course to be a soldier and kill people." Li Ang suddenly raised his head and looked at Huang Quan, "On the battlefield, there are no old and weak women and children, only enemies, you die or he dies, that's all." ”

"You know what?" Huang Quan listened to the cold words and roared, his pale face had a strange blood, and a fire seemed to burn in his eyes, "My brother and I killed unarmed prisoners, not on the battlefield, you know, we are a bunch of executioners, a bunch of butchers, you know what?" What do you know? ”

"If you think you're an executioner, a butcher, and you think you're heinous, why don't you die? Why survive? Li Ang's words were mean and cold, he didn't know why, when he heard Huang Quan's tone that he thought he was guilty, he would think of the past...

It was in a ruined village filled with the pungent smell of gunsmoke, and he and his men spared the families of the slain terrorists, the elderly, the children, and the women. They were given food and water, but in the end the men picked up their guns and shot them in the back, and he watched his men die one by one, and he was the only one who escaped.

At night, he sneaked back to the village and killed all the living people, old people, children, and women, like a bloodthirsty wolf. After going back, his superiors suppressed the matter, but he also became a murderous executioner and a cold-blooded butcher in the eyes of everyone.

Later, the most brutal and darkest tasks were carried out by him. Because in the eyes of others, he is just a cold machine without blood, tears, emotion, and only killing.

He has no relatives, no friends, and no companions!

He was always just a person, and no one cared about him.

That's his past.

…

Huang Quan looked at the cold self-deprecation on Li Ang's face, as well as the pain in the deepest part of his eyes, he was stunned, and he couldn't speak anymore, this young man as cold as a blade reminded him of a dead general.

"A soldier has the justice of a soldier, and a general has the justice of a general." Huang Quan muttered to himself, and the pictures of the past rolled in his mind, as if they had never left him or faded.

Looking at the two men who suddenly fell silent, Feng Siniang's pretty face showed anger, and she suddenly shouted at the two, "You two, what are you in a daze, being an old lady is a dead person!" ”

Feng Siniang's shout woke up Huang Quan, who was immersed in memories, and he raised his head sharply and looked at Feng Siniang at a loss.

"What do you see, the old lady doesn't care if you were an executioner or a butcher before, you are just the coffin yellow that the old lady knows!" Feng Siniang glared at Huang Quan, and said to Li Ang, "You wake up, it's okay, there is a wronged boss who pays the bill for you, and then your life and death have nothing to do with the old lady, remember to be injured, come to the inn to get your things, if you don't know the way, look for him." ”

After Feng Siniang finished speaking, she didn't care about the two men, took the cat's eye into her arms, and walked away like the wind.

"Has she always been like this?" Looking at the big red clothes that flew away, Li Ang looked at Huang Quan.

"Don't worry, Siniang has always been duplicitous, and no one can take your life before the people of the imperial dynasty come." Huang Quan smiled and said to Li Ang.

"You care about her." Li Ang looked at Huang Quan's warm eyes when he mentioned Feng Siniang and asked.

"For me, she is the only one who can face an old man like a demon like me, besides you." Huang Quan walked silently to Li Ang's side, "You are very similar to my previous generals, you like to be cold to yourself, and you like to hide pain in your heart. ”

"You're crazy." Huang Quan helped Li Ang and scolded, his lifeless eyes filled with life.

"A madman is better than the walking dead." Li Ang didn't break away from the yellow spring, but just said towards the miserable white face.

"Hahahaha!" The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time, the laughter echoing in the hall full of coffins.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you." Huang Quan, who had calmed down, stared at Li Ang, his dark eyes were frighteningly cold.

"You can try." Li Ang stared at Huang Quan's eyes and said with a smile, the light from his pupils was like a beast.

Huang Quan didn't say anything more, but helped Li Ang into the bitter room, and continued to soak him in the barrel, "After three days, I will keep you alive, and I will let you know when the time comes, whether I can kill you or not." He said this as he left.

"I'll wait." Li Ang just replied softly, then closed his eyes, and let Huang Quan at the door stomp hard before smacking his face and leaving.