West, a town.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed a rich orange red, like a child's graffiti accidentally pouring out a large patch of paint.

"Lao Liu, I'm back!" A vendor on the side of the street who was preparing to close the stall saw a person approaching, and when he saw it, it turned out to be an old acquaintance, and he habitually said hello.

"Haha! It's a good day, come have a drink tonight! Lao Liu carried a half-man-high bamboo basket with a lid on it, and he couldn't see what was inside, but he could faintly smell blood.

"Hey? Found money? So generous? That's what you said! Don't regret it later! The peddler deliberately looked surprised.

Lao Liu took out one hand and patted his chest: "Don't worry!" Enough wine pipes! ”

"Haha! With your words, don't beat me up if you are poor! ”

"Just pour a few glasses, and you can't drink me!"

“……”

After chatting with the hawker for a few more words, Lao Liu said goodbye to the hawker and returned to his home.

Lao Liu has already married a family, and now he has a son who is more than five years old, and he is a third-order spiritual cultivator, and occasionally hunts a few first- and second-order demonic beasts to sell, and his life is passable.

"Master, you're back." Lao Liu's mother-in-law was bringing out a freshly fried dish when she saw Lao Liu coming back.

"Hmmm! I'm lucky today, I ran into an injured third-order demonic beast, and the beast pill was taken out by me, and when I take it out and sell it tomorrow, I will be able to sell it for a lot of money! Lao Liu found a bamboo basket in the small courtyard.

patted the bamboo basket, Lao Liu said to his mother-in-law: "There is some monster meat in it, enough for our family to eat for half a month, take some meat tonight and make a few more dishes, and open a few jars of wine, I called the guy with the iron head to visit the door." ”

"Okay! Boss! ”

The woman neatly took out a piece of meat from the bamboo basket and walked to the small kitchen.

A five-year-old boy came out of the house, still holding a small spinning windmill in his hand.

"Daddy!"

The little boy shouted loudly and jumped on the willow.

"Oops!" Lao Liu bent down to pick up his son, turned around a few times before putting it down, and rubbed his son's head vigorously.

When the sky was dark, Lao Liu lit the oil lamp.

The humble dining table was filled with several dishes, and a few jars of wine were placed in one corner of the table.

The little boy was still holding the little windmill in his hand and was reluctant to put it down, his big eyes lingering on the fragrant meal, "Dad, why hasn't Uncle Tietou come yet?" ”

Lao Liu also had this doubt in his heart, but he still smiled at his son: "Hungry? Wait, your Uncle Iron Head will be here soon. ”

The woman served the last dish and said to Lao Liu: "The master, why don't you go and see, maybe you have been delayed by something?" ”

"Okay." Lao Liu thought for a moment and nodded.

"Knock knock!"

At this moment, there was a somewhat hurried knock on the door, but it only stopped after a few knocks.

"People are coming! I'm going to open the door! ”

Lao Liu got up and walked to the door.

The woman poured a small bowl of soup for the boy to quench his hunger, and her eyes looked to the door.

When the woman saw Lao Liu open the door, her figure froze in place.

The door is small, and when Lao Liu and a big man go there, he basically blocks the entire door, and the woman can't see if anyone is coming outside.

"Boss! Is it a guest? The woman asked, as she got up and walked over.

As the woman drew nearer, she inadvertently glanced out of the door through the gap in the door—

A bloody corpse fell there!

"Ho!" The woman was so frightened that she fell to the ground: "Dang...... The ...... of the house ...... outside the door"

The woman subconsciously looked at the old willow, but she was horrified to see the "old willow" fall straight back!

The eyes on his face widened, as if he had seen something shocking, and further down his neck, there was an extra line of blood.

"Ahh Boss!! The woman ran like crazy to the corpse of Lao Liu.

Outside the door, a blood-dripping sword reached into the doorway, pointing at the heartbroken woman.

The sound of a sharp sword piercing into flesh and pulling it out was heard, and the woman's cry disappeared.

At the dinner table, the little boy watched this scene blankly, and the little windmill that he had been reluctant to put down fell to the ground...... No more little hands picked it up.

After a stick of incense, on a street in the town, more than a dozen people in black met.

"It's all cleaned up, let's go to the next place......"

(End of chapter)