The wind is cold, the blizzard is raging, and the dark and terrifying night does not seem to usher in the dawn again. Snowflakes covered the uninhabited wasteland with a clean color, to hide all the dirt.

Bang bang bang!

The crisp sound of gunfire shook off the ash piles on the windowsills, and the yellowed old walls of the old wooden houses were splattered with bloodlet blood and white brains.

A young couple, two children who were no more than thirteen or fourteen years old—looking at the corpses in the pool of blood, Qingyu's face also had sympathy and regret, but the gun in his hand was still aimed at the last person in the room:

"If you have any wishes, just say it, I will do it for you, and it can be regarded as compensation for your family."

The old man shook his head, he had nothing to say, and looked at the gun carefully with dry yellow eyes: "This silver gun is really beautiful, it suits you very well." Although I am a salt dryer, I have heard a lot of stories. I heard that there has been a very powerful newcomer on the road in recent years, who is using a silver gun, and the fee is ridiculously expensive. ”

"Is human life priceless, outrageous?" Qing Yu asked rhetorically, very seriously, his black eyes were shining, and the old man who was pointed at the gun laughed:

"What an interesting girl, saying such a thing, but eating such a bowl of rice." The old man's eyes turned cold, but he had no hatred for Qing Yu, "Born in such a world, everyone is helpless." If you look at our family, all we can eat is that handful of moldy old rice. The mountains will be closed by a snowstorm soon, and even if you don't come, we won't be able to survive this winter. ”

"To be honest, we all know it in our hearts, and we are not surprised by this result. It's good if the family goes together, and it is a sin to save survival. It's just that the only surprise is that they would spend so much money to hire a good hand like you. ”

As if he had been treated highly, the old man was a little complacent, and his gaze was no longer alive and dead, and his gaze stopped on the saber on Qingyu's waist: "The one on it is a talisman?" ”

The old man pointed to the gauntlet of the saber, on which was tied a small red lucky bag, embroidered with the word "gleaning". I saw that Qingyu was a little embarrassed:

"It's a prayer charm."

"Pray?"

"There's nothing strange about it, don't look at me like this, I'm actually very poor." Light Feather shrugged her shoulders, a little joking and a little true, and the interaction with the old man made it hard to believe that they were the relationship between the killer and the target.

At this moment, the old clockwork clock on the windowsill sounded with a hoarse and strange sound. Perhaps because of the blood spatter, the voice sounded extremely depressing at the moment.

There was silence in the room, as if something invisible was laughing at the two men, laughing at them for not talking nonsense at such a time, and weak pity often only made the reality more cruel.

But the old man doesn't seem to think so.

"The time they gave me is up, I should go, don't embarrass you." The old man smiled calmly, tightly held the hands of his son and grandson, which had become cold, and closed his eyes without regret:

"Thank you, girl, I feel much more comfortable to be able to talk like this before I die." He tilted his head, his eyebrows were facing the muzzle of the gun, and he didn't know that the girl's face was already full of sourness:

"Are you stupid, old man, I'm an executioner." When the words are settled, the gun goes off, and the world is only silent.

That night, a fire burned in the snow-covered wasteland, and the old wooden house collapsed in the cold wind......

Following.

Early morning.

"Have you heard, Lao Tie's family was killed last night, and even the house was burned down."

"Yes, yes, it's terrible, I heard from the village guard officer that their family's corpses don't have heads!"

"No head? Oh, my God! It's scary! ”

"It's not that the family didn't hand over the salt on time! I heard that the salt harvested this year is one-third less than last year, and the city lord of Lanyang is held accountable, and the village has no choice but to ......" The man said and gestured with his hand on his neck, and the person next to him hurriedly asked him to stop:

"Don't talk nonsense, watch out for you next." The man looked nervously around, and finally was attracted by the woman walking in the middle of the road—

It was a beautiful and tall girl, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and long black hair combed into dirty braids; The standing collar is long at the shoulders and calves, and the leather military boots are firm and thick; She is beautiful, but her smart black and red outfit fills her with a sense of distance, but because of this distance, her beauty has become an awe-inspiring longing.

There are very few outsiders in this barren village, and this girl's dress is not bad, but compared with her temperament, the big bag on her back seems quite inconsistent.

"Tsk!" The people's eyes were full of suspicion, and Qing Yu was a little irritable, tightened the bag strap on his shoulder, and walked quickly around the corner of the street and got into the carriage waiting there.

In a world that is filled with the smell of class decay, a carriage is enough to reveal the good and bad of the owner. The carriage was supposed to be second-hand, and very old, and although it was painted brown, it still couldn't cover the rust on it, and the horses pulling it were scrawny.

Crunch - Crunch -

From the beginning to the end, the carriage made a sound of falling apart, and it seemed that the axles of the carriage were not far from being scrapped. But this has nothing to do with light feathers, even if you talk too much, you can't get a thank you fee.

"Ma'am, please inside."

The village chief's secretary welcomed Qing Yu into the house, which was the only luxurious building in the village - a small two-story villa with a roof in the Baroque style of ancient Europe, but the doors, windows and pillars were in the ancient Chinese style.

Advocating foreign flattery and grandstanding?

Qing Yu secretly laughed in his heart, but things like folk culture and humanistic ancestry had long been wiped out in that world-destroying catastrophe. Even so, the surviving human beings still like to put on a show, and the sense of class has not been washed away from human nature.

The post-apocalyptic world is like this, and the pattern of Eurasia, the Americas, and Africa recorded in history is simply unimaginable to mankind today. Because the land on which human beings can live today no longer has seven continents and eight oceans, but only this barren and withered continent under our feet remains.

"The village chief is inside." The secretary took Qingyu to the study on the second floor, and then she went in alone.

"You're back?" The village chief wears an old top hat and cheap leather shoes, and even his suit jacket is presumably second-hand.

Qing Yu didn't bother to look at this guy anymore, and impatiently put his bags on the table.

The cowhide bag made a muffled noise, and the circular outline could be discerned. The village chief was stunned for a moment, trembling and opened his bag, inside was the head of Lao Tie's family.

"This!" The village chief pulled the bag in a panic, his face was full of guilt, "I can't help it, don't blame me, blame that Lanyang City Lord......"

"Mr. Zhang, if you want to repent, can you let me leave first." Light Feather interrupted him, and no expression could be found on his handsome face.

As she spoke, she also stretched out her hand to the village chief: "If I stay, in addition to the commission, please pay an additional listening fee." ”

"Listening fee?" The village chief was dumbfounded, he listened to people and collected money, this guy is too dark!

"Okay, don't stay, you wait!" The village chief hurriedly opened the safe and took out a bag of light baht, but he was very reluctant to hand it over. That's half a lifetime of savings he's saved!

But before he could come back to his senses, the woman had already taken the money bag away, and she was not polite at all. But she was finally able to send this Buddha away, and the village chief breathed a sigh of relief, but she suddenly stopped at the door and looked at the painting on the wall.

The village chief immediately became nervous:

"You, what are you going to do?"

Qing Yu raised his eyebrows and walked towards the hanging painting with interest, and the village chief hurriedly blocked in front of the painting: "Raise your noble hand!" Lift up your noble hands! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you! But this painting is my family's ancestral ......."

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the saber was unsheathed, and a few blades were clean and neat. The village chief was slumped on the ground, his trousers were already wet, and what fell along with his few hairs were paintings and frames that had been cut into pieces.

The village chief was still trembling, and the pupils in Douding's big eyes were about to shrink into a small dot. I watched as the woman picked up the frame.

"How cheap do you think human life is? So if you want to buy a family's life with a little money, it's a naïve brain. Light Feather sneered, put the frame in his bag, and then squinted at the broken painting, and sneered:

"No matter whose life you buy, you have to pay a high price. A painting is already cheap for you, idiot!"

“…… You...... You ......" The village chief was so shaky that he couldn't say anything, this painting was enough to cover his savings for several lifetimes, and the frame was ......!

But the woman was gone, and still very much instructed, to his secretary:

"Prepare a horse, the fee has already been settled with Mr. Zhang."