The long night is endless, as if Zhongni is not born for eternity.

Probation alley.

Yunhu stood alone on the street, surrounded by red brick houses.

Bullet casings and parts were scattered all over the place, and the remnants of flesh were embedded in the uneven particles of the asphalt, dried up.

He exhaled with a shudder, picked up a bloodstained ducktongue hat with his fingers, and turned away.

……

Twilight passed through the West Market, and I returned with tears.

The people of the city actually laughed, who knew that I was sad!

- "Passing the Vegetable Market" Xu Chengyao

The sky was covered in a milky shade and the sun was shining. But he couldn't tear through the clouds.

Killing pigs is indiscriminate, and killing people is ninth!

Sixth son, I knew that I should have asked you to take the knife handle, Jia Er, this bastard is a real fucking grinder, a bag of pickles, and brought to his grandmother's house?

Oh, no, we're his grandma.

Sixth son, you have to understand that our Prison Department of the Qing Dynasty Criminal Department has the most experienced skills and the most neat work, so that we can call it "grandma".

The big three gates who eat yin rice, the sewing of corpses, and the colorsmiths of paper tie people, all stand aside!

Who is the first one? It's us, the executioners who cut off people's heads.

In the third year of Tongzhi, our aunt at that time ripped off Zhou Xiuying, the female general of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and we helped her.

The woman is slender, with a skeleton all over her body, and your grandma doesn't blink.

Since the beginning of that year, we have served this bowl of rice for more than 50 years, drawing a white line with winter melon during the day, practicing as a human head, and using incense at night.

From the helper's "nephew", to "second aunt", and then to "aunt", at the age of forty-three, he stood alone, and people called us "Grandma Deng".

The sixth son, the eighth minister of Xianfengnian, do you know? What a capability! All cut! Who gets the sword? I!

In the autumn of the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu, at the entrance of the vegetable market outside Xuanwu Gate, there were six heads. There is a Sichuan man named Liu Guangdi under the knife edge, the head falls to the ground, the body does not fall, he is really a hero.

Inside and outside the south gate, there is a flood that cannot be passed,

What did that man come for? Look at our beheadings!

To whomever to cheer, to us!

Sixth son, that is really the most majestic one in our lives.

Sixth son, don't underestimate our business. We are the law of the country and the honor!

Let's ask you, which dynasty and which generation, this emperor is not allowed to use people to cut off his head? Chop off his head, and he won't be able to leave us! You can't live without our knife!

I never imagined that in our generation, it would be his mother's land lord who plucked his ears and got muddy!

This official is not happy to cut off his head, and he eats guns instead, this damn it.

Huh? Why hasn't Xiao Er come back yet?

Hmm~ But we can't forget it, Liuzi.

Others say that this line of work should be detrimental to yin morality? Sling the bull!

The foreign devils all say that people die and ascend to heaven, let's take a step forward for people to ascend to heaven, six~

Wait, there will be living people.

“……”

The little two folded.

Don't talk nonsense, your grandma and I are not blind! I know he's wearing our belt.

What are you panicking about? Egg buns!

The year we cut Liu Guangdi was the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu, Liu'er, you calculate, it should be the year of the solar calendar?

Oh, 1898, to this day, a whole hundred years?

It's been a hundred years, and I'm waiting for a little cub......

"Can I still run away from you!?"

……

The oiled paper bag was thrown in the air, and the lotus root, shredded radish, bean skin, fungus, and kohlrabi were poured on the ground.

Li Yan walked into the entrance of the vegetable market, with a black and red belt tied around his waist, his tall and thin body swaying on the street, his originally ruddy face was unusually pale, like a ghost.

On the way, he encountered a small stone lion in the alley, Li Yan did not dodge or dodge, and actually passed through it without hindrance.

In front of Li Yan's eyes, there was a lean little old man, with his hair still in braids at the back of his head, white hair dangling in front of his eyes, and the chicken blood on his face was not dry, and he was smoking a dry tobacco pouch.

Beside the old man, there stood a white-faced little man with a sad and angry expression.

The little old man put down the cigarette pouch pole in his hand, and his eyelids turned up, and he was full of evil. With a kick under his feet, a human skull rolled to Li Yan's feet, and Li Yan saw that it was his own head.

Li Yanhun didn't care, kicked the head away, approached the two step by step, and said:

"I've heard people. When the ancients beheaded, the executioner took advantage of the prisoner's unpreparedness to walk out of the crowd, the knife rose and fell, the head did not close the eyes, and when he landed, he could blink three times, and the corners of his mouth were upturned, which meant smiling at Jiuquan. ”

"Today, I'll send you two smiling nine springs."

In response to him, there was a knife light from the little old man.

Grandma Deng opened her tongue and roared, and her face was full of divinity.

……

This is a misty fly restaurant, the lights are dim, the sewage is cross-flowing, and the heads and mouths in the steaming drawer are open and closed, and the atmosphere is eerie.

The headless chef, whose apron was covered in blood, shivered, and did not dare to stand out behind the drinks cabinet. The two men at the table seemed more to be feared than it.

The table was full of beers, and the two sat across from each other.

"Is that okay?"

The man poked at the table, and the strong smell of wine on his body almost became a sign.

Across from him sat a man in a suit, staring intently at the red and white handle in his hand, his thumb pressing rapidly.

Suddenly, the man in the suit stopped his fingers, and his expression was gloomy.

"Cut, hang up."

The drunken man had a knife in his eye and hit the man in the suit in the face.

"Ahem~"

The man in the suit coughed twice, quickly put the handle back into his pocket, and stretched out his palm towards the drunken man.

"Introduce yourself, Renny."

"Wushan."

"This is what you want, all the recorded information of this Yanfu incident, including inheritance, specialization strength, purchase records, and so on. Everything but the kitchen sink. ”

Wu Shan took the yellow document bag handed over by Ren Ni.

"It's not the first time I've traded with the Feather Lord's people, why haven't I seen you before?"

"I'm new."

Renni was concise and to the point.

"Really?"

Ren Ni saw Wu Shan tear up the paper bag, and added with a smile: "After all, it is a gray transaction that does not conform to the charter, even if the "Houtu" opens one eye and closes one eye, the other people in the ten masters are also staring, so you can't let the ninja come forward, and it is easy to fall into the hands of people if you rashly use special items that do not belong to this fruit, so it is a graphic version, please forgive me." ”

Wu Shan opened the paper bag and quickly browsed:

"Bi Fang, Xuan Ming, Tang Yi, Gu Won Bird, gluttony, heh, there is actually a Five Immortals inheritance that has not grown up, Kui? I've seen it a few times, and it's one of the few five immortals with strong combat ability. ”

Wu Shan's eyes narrowed, staring at the two words on the paper.

Bai Ze.

Finally found ......

"It's also a normal thing. This kind of escape and killing event that favors the recovery of resources is a very rare situation, and under the large base, there are a lot of scum and a lot of strong hands, oh, yes. ”

Renny gestured to a name on the paper.

"This man, the feather lord doesn't like it very much, if it's convenient, can you kill him easily? If it's you, it's fine. ”

Wu Shan glanced at it casually.

"Gu Yu Bird? The inheritance is too weak to be interested. I'm not going to shoot that sycophant either. ”

"That's right."

Renni shrugged his shoulders: "That's a pity." ”

Wu Shan put down the document in his hand and fixed his eyes on Ren Ni.

"Is there anything wrong with the information? Mr. Wu? ”

"No, nothing."

Wu Shan shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head and studied the document, the owner of the [Bai Ze] inheritance is here, called Zhaoxin.

A delicate girl who looks like a junior high school student.