"Dad, look at this sword!" An eleven or twelve-year-old boy ran into the house and handed his father the long sword in his hand, his face full of joy and pride.

"Picked it up?" said the child's father, staring at the long sword with some confusion, "Where did you find it?"

"It's right on the side of the road. ”

"How could such a good sword be picked up on the side of the road?"

The child's father knew at a glance that it was a good sword.

There are no cracks, no curling edges, and no rust, and you can tell at a glance that it has been carefully maintained.

Could it be that someone accidentally lost it?

"Tell the truth!" the man said with a straight face.

"Uh......" The boy hesitated, but still said truthfully, "There was an unlucky ghost who was hit by Second Young Master Liu's car today, and that sword was the unlucky ghost's...... I wanted to pay it back, but the unlucky guy was killed in one fell swoop. ”

"That's bad luck, too!"

The man nodded.

There is no one in Iron Stone City who does not know the second young master of the Liu family, and the horses of the second young master of the Liu family are all very precious demon beast Lieyun horses, and it is really possible to kill a martial artist when running with all his might.

"The sword was knocked far away, and almost everyone was focused on the unlucky man, so I picked it up......," said the boy, a little smugly, "and after I got the sword, I walked around the alley for a long time, and found that no one was following me, so I went home." ”

The child's father was speechless: "With your strength, can you find out that you are being followed?"

The boy replied, "It's because of my poor strength that no one will follow me!" If anyone really takes a fancy to this sword, they will stand up and grab it openly, I have thought about it, if someone stands up and grabs it, I will just throw the sword away and run!"

The child's father nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you are quite smart!"

"Dad, don't you just lack a good weapon? I see that your big knife is curled!"

"This sword is much stronger than my big sword!" The child's father did not have a right arm, he took the long sword in his left hand, waved it casually, and slashed it lightly on the corner of the table without resistance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It should be a good sword." ”

"That should work, right?"

"Yes!"

Just then, there was a violent coughing sound from the inner room, and the boy trotted in.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, the boy lifted a small, pale woman from the bed.

"It's just a little breathless. The woman whispered.

"It's time to drink the medicine!" the boy's father brought a steaming bowl of potion in his left hand.

"Hmm!"

The woman drank the medicine with difficulty, lay back on the bed, and secretly watched her husband and son leave, tears flowing like threads in the corners of her eyes.

"Do you bind the tenth sword master Fu Yuanming!"

"Not bound for the time being!" Chen Hao replied immediately.

After killing Ma Yibin, Chen Hao was free again.

Didn't go back to the Iron Wolf Gang, and he didn't care.

The people of the Iron Wolf Gang are too rubbish to find an excellent sword master, and he has been too high-profile recently, and there are too many people who have died in the pit, and the management of the Iron Wolf Gang's armory seems to be suspicious of him, so it's good to start over in a different environment.

So, when the system asked him if he wanted to bind the little boy and his father, he chose "no".

Anyway, he can confirm the binding at any time.

He is now only a top-level mortal weapon, and he can only be regarded as a weapon of some value, not an indispensable divine weapon for a martial artist.

If you stink your reputation and the name of bad luck spreads, I'm afraid you won't be able to find the sword master in the future!

Therefore, he planned to wait a little longer, if he could wait for a strong or potential sword master, then he would make a lot of money.

After staying at Fu Yuanming's house for a day, Chen Hao probably knew the family's situation.

Fu Yuanming was a butcher, and he used to be a good martial artist, but later he lost his right hand and opened a small shop selling pork in Iron and Stone City.

He has a son, who picked up Chen Hao, and a wife, who has been sick in bed for many years.

Early the next morning, Fu Yuanming got up and opened the shop, and business was not good in the morning, but he didn't do it for a while. 、

Not long after, a young man dressed as a light-armored city guard walked over, he seemed to know Fu Yuanming: "Brother Fu, there is work at noon today!"

"Okay, I'll be there early!"

Before noon, Fu Yuanming closed the shop, and when he returned home, he looked at a knife and a sword hanging on the wall.

When he pulled out the knife, the edge of the knife had already curled up, and he couldn't even cut the pork without force.

He hesitated, but chose to bring a long sword and a small baggage.

"Xiaowen, the city guard called me, I'll go out!"

"Hmm!" the voice was imperceptible.

Fu Yuanming left silently, bought five steamed buns on the way, walked through a few streets, and came to a square.

Chen Hao knew about this square, where Iron and Stone City specialized in executing prisoners.

Fu Yuanming got into a small room and changed into a white coat, which Chen Hao looked very familiar with.

He drew his sword, swung it a few times, and plunged it into the scabbard with satisfaction.

"Brother Fu, it's time!"

"Good!"

Fu Yuanming walked out of the small house, and at this time, it was almost noon, the clouds dissipated, and the blazing sun shone on the earth.

The small square was surrounded by a large number of people, most of whom were civilians watching the excitement.

He walked up to the execution table and placed the steamed bun with a small burden on the side of the execution table.

On the execution platform, three people in shackles and white prison uniforms knelt on the ground.

An official of the City Lord's Mansion came forward and publicly announced the crimes of the three people on the execution platform.

These three people wiped out a wealthy family in Iron and Stone City the night before, and they were unlucky enough to be bumped into by the city guards.

Chen Hao, who was staying in the long sword, finally knew what Fu Yunming was doing!

It turned out to be the executioner!

In an instant, the image of a middle-aged one-armed greasy uncle in his eyes suddenly became taller!

The executioner, simply one of his best sword masters!

He doesn't want to meet the kind of novel protagonist who often kills people and kills people every second.

As long as the sword master can kill a few people from time to time to feed him, he is very satisfied!

There is no way, the sword masters in front of him are too cowardly, which makes Chen Hao's requirements for sword masters also lower a lot.

He learned a little bit that the most murderous people in this world were the oldest professions.

Soldiers, killers, executioners!

In the past, he was idle and bored, and he also fantasized that there could be several sword masters of this profession, but he didn't expect that his dream would come true now!

Hello executioner!

It is safer than soldiers and murderers, and there is a stable channel for head income, Chen Hao no longer dares to thirst for more!

"System, bind the sword master Fu Yuanming!"

"Bind successfully!"

After the binding was successful, Chen Hao also turned off the Doom Aura skill by the way, for fear of accidentally killing him!

After the crime was announced, the officials shouted: "Execution!"

"Eighteen years later, Lao Tzu is a good man again!" shouted the first prisoner to be beheaded.

Fu Yuanming didn't have any expression on his face, he heard this kind of thing too much, and he became numb.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have any other choice, he didn't want to be an executioner.

Taking a sip of liquor and spraying it on the sword, he kicked the first prisoner in the back, and the prisoner planted himself directly into a small reddish-brown pit, raised the long sword in his left hand, and slashed hard.

A line of blood appeared on the prisoner's neck, and then the head fell directly into the pit, and the blood sprayed wildly, also poured out of the small pit, and then flowed down the trench down the torture table.

Fu Yuanming's hand was very steady, and not a drop of blood splashed outside the small pit.

The second prisoner did not have the pride of the first, and he was already frightened, and he struggled desperately, and his gray-white pants leached with water.

Fu Yuanming was unmoved, kicked up, and decisively cut off the second head.

"Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

The third prisoner cried.

Fu Yuanming didn't speak, and kicked him into a small pit with an indifferent expression.

He can't decide whether a prisoner lives or dies.

One wave of three kills, the technique is crisp and neat, and the continuous vitality and soul are absorbed by Chen Hao, Chen Hao is so happy!