On the top of the spirits, Yun Jiu was already a little drunk, and he waved his oily hand nervously, and said with a smile, "Add another thousand, not a little less", as soon as he heard two thousand, Zheng Sanpao's face also changed, but when he turned his head and thought about it, he immediately held Yun Jiu's hand and said, "Okay, two thousand is two thousand, you go back and clean up, and set off in the afternoon." Yun Jiu didn't expect Zheng Sanpao to agree so quickly, he grabbed a piece of meat leg again in annoyance, and muttered, "Damn, I was calculated by you dead pockmark again", and after speaking, he didn't care about Zheng Sanpao's pork liver face, and went downstairs slowly.

Looking at Yun Jiu, who was staggering away, Scarface asked a little puzzled, "Big brother, are we suffering too much in this way?" Zheng Sanpao glanced at him and said, "Use your brain more in everything, you know how to kill, kill and chop all day long, think about it again, what are you missing from beginning to end?" Scar scratched his head blankly. Zheng Sanpao picked up the cigar and took a puff, and said with satisfaction, "He is dead, Lao Tzu has one less-stirring stick, and at most he has lost a gambling debt that he will not come back, if he succeeds, Lao Tzu will make eight thousand dollars in vain, not to mention, there is also an opportunity to make friends with the Black Dragon Society, and the second child said that the Black Dragon Society has recently acquired this thing at a high price." And even if you give him 2,000, according to his gambling nature, if you arrange a few more rounds for him, won't they all come back? ”。

Chapter 3 Although Yun Jiu Scar only understood half of it, but seeing the boss's smug look, he also echoed, "Hehe, that's, that's", Zheng Sanpao knew that Scar didn't seem to understand, so he laughed at him and continued, "Hmph, that kid is all wrong, that rat king is not the second level of the explosion, but the third level of the explosion, do you remember the hunting team that came last year, thirteen fourth-level hunters, none of them came back, and now it is said that the military is particularly lacking in infrared eyes for this mutation, so the price code has long been marked to 10,000, hehe, Listening to Wan Zheng Sanpao's analysis, Scar had a look of admiration.

Zheng Sanpao and Scar analyzed the gains and losses here, Yun Jiu, who was full of wine and food, staggered towards his "home", it was almost to the outer fort, there were low single rooms everywhere, the dim sun was almost noon, but this alley was still a morning scene at the moment.

A few prostitutes who didn't have a good business last night and got up early, while washing their clothes, teased the businessmen who passed by, and when they saw Yun Jiu staggering over, they smiled playfully, "Yo, isn't this Jiu Shao?" Why did you come back so early today", Yun Jiu leaned against a nearby door and said, "Hua Gu, tell you to eat less meat usually, look at it, your fat is up to my thighs."

Hua Gu slipped away with a smile, continued to be busy with the work in hand, and said, "You still go and see Xiaomei, yesterday I ate people and fat again, Xiaomei seems to have no money to pay ......", Yun Jiu heard it, and scolded loudly, "Eat people and fat bastards, this is the house that Lao Tzu spent money to buy, what kind of rent do they charge for the fuck", Hua Gu looked at him with disdain and said, "You still have the face to say, it's not that the gambling debts you owe hurt people, people can't find it, so they have to ask your tenant for it." Yun Jiu soon came to the room he had purchased, and knocked hard, "Early in the morning, knock on the funeral, damn" Several prostitutes who stayed overnight were quickly alarmed by his violent knock on the door, and one by one they came out, and a dissatisfied man scolded.

Xiaomei is Yun Jiu's renter, when she came here from the slum to beg for a living, Yun Jiu just lost nothing, and saw that she was pitiful, so he rented the house to her, but the small space here can't accommodate two people at all, and others have to do "business". So at night, Yun Jiu would go out, sometimes occasionally coming back to sleep during the day, and sometimes it would be ten days and a half months and rarely come back. He's going out tomorrow, and it's still a life of nine deaths, so he has to take away the things buried in the ground, and those are the memories he has buried for five years, so even if he is going to die, he has to take these things away.

The door opened, and on Xiaomei's pale face, several bruises were clearly visible, and when she saw that it was Yunjiu Xiaomei, she said indifferently, "You're back?" Yun Jiuyi didn't know how to comfort him for a while, people still have feelings for how long they get along, otherwise Yun Jiu wouldn't have been angry just now, "The dead fat man didn't treat you what, right?" Yun Jiu asked. Xiaomei smiled coldly and bitterly, "Let him take all the money, what else?" Yun Jiu said with a smile on his face, "I'm really sorry, I caused you trouble?" "Forget it, I'm used to it, I'm tired, you can do it yourself" Xiaomei threw down a sentence, lifted the curtain, and went back to sleep.

The two of them were speechless, Yun Jiu lifted the floor in the corner, cut open the soil layer, and took out a broken knife about one foot wide and five feet long wrapped in oilcloth, with a thick dragon pattern double handle, although the knife was broken, but as soon as the oilcloth was sealed, it immediately flowed violently, and an unruly temperament came out. Yun Jiu looked at the broken knife in a daze, five years, the undamned ones died, the damned ones didn't die, picked up a life, fled here, he never used the knife again, the broken knife was in his hand, both familiar and unfamiliar, and his chest, the dragon head pattern seemed to be clearer because of the appearance of the broken knife, the knife was in hand, the murderous aura came out, he hated fate, resented the person who made all this, sometimes he really wanted to die.

But reason told him that his death was not the end of fate, but another new beginning, betrayal, confusion, confusion, pain, and tormenting his heart all the time, today is finally going to end this life of escape, the knife in his hand, he felt his body intently, forty percent of the cold weapon knife gene, hunter level seven, he smiled bitterly, hunter level seven, what's the point, if you don't stimulate the dragon blood seal gene, he is nothing, but the last thing he wants to use is this power, this power is the biggest irony for him.

Xiaomei pulled the corner of the curtain in surprise and timidity, her face turned pale with fright, Yun Jiu put a package on the table and said, "This is the deed, give it to you, I'm afraid I won't need it in the future, besides, the money you gave me has already exceeded the value of this house." Xiaomei is the only person in this cannon plug who still understands him, because even if Yun Jiu is drunk during the day, but several times his dreams are painful, she is a witness, and she can still be in pain when she anesthetizes herself like that, so what kind of tragedy should he have experienced in the world.

At this moment, she knew that this mysterious man was probably really leaving, she said with pity in her eyes, "Brother Yun", Yun Jiu interrupted, "Don't say anything, I know that it is not easy to live." Walking to the door, Yun Jiu continued, "Don't worry, that fat man will never come to trouble you again in the future", since he died this time, he should understand everything he should know, Yun Jiu said secretly.