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There is a difference between borrowing a knife and selling a knife. Boss Bu is a gentleman, but not stupid.

If his knife is lent out, and this knife stabs the king and kills him, then he is an accomplice and wants to connect the nine clans; If the knife was sold to someone else, then no matter what the knife did, Boss Bu would not be implicated. That's the difference.

Last time, Boss Bu killed Boss Bu, and the reason why he was given a light sentence was actually because he seized the loophole in the law.

In the past, there was a saying that the king told the minister to die, and the minister had to die. The Father caused the Son to perish, and the Son had to perish. And the eldest brother is like a father, and if he kills his younger brother, he can declare it to the outside world, saying that his younger brother is disobedient. If the younger brother kills the elder brother, then it is called: killing the elder brother, which is a great crime of rebellion.

Boss Bu can be released alive, and the relationship between this brother is also very important.

The old monk shook his head with a smile and said, "It won't affect you, maybe, it will give you a fortune." ”

"There are more and more good things, old monk, you make it clear, what is going on?" Boss Bu became more and more interested and asked.

"Dare to ask Venerable, the former famous Guillotine Longbu is your father?" The old monk asked.

"It's the Father." Boss Bu replied.

The old monk nodded and said, "Your father is the most outstanding executioner in the Qing Dynasty, and the number one killing god at the entrance of the vegetable market. Why don't you have a son to inherit your father's business, but make a living by pawning your ancestral home, and now you come to sell the only treasure knife you have? ”

Boss Bu's face turned red, hesitated for a while, and said, "Originally, I could have conducted a criminal squad, but I committed something and was removed from my name." After coming out, I didn't have the money to take care of it, so if I wanted to be an executioner, I couldn't do it. ”

There is a Qing generation, and some small positions can be hereditary, such as executioners. Boss Bu could have inherited his father's business and went to work as an errand in the firing squad, but he was imprisoned for killing his younger brother, and was dismissed from this qualification and kicked out of the business establishment unit of the Great Qing Kingdom.

Otherwise, if you have a profession and an income, Boss Bu will not be so poor.

"How much does it cost to take care of the relationship and re-enter the firing squad of the Criminal Department?" The old monk asked.

"About ...... Fifty taels of silver. Boss Bu touched it in his heart and said.

The old monk nodded and said, "I'll give you one hundred taels, and you use fifty taels to tie up the relationship between the upper and lower levels, remix the torture squad, and ask for a job to live on, okay?" ”

"Master, if you really help me like that, then you are my reborn parents!" Boss Bu got up and left the table, thanked him deeply, and asked, "But master, what do you want me to do?" ”

"I want you to go through the torture squad and execute a criminal with the treasure knife in your hand!" The old monk said.

Such a simple thing?

Boss Bu frowned slightly, and said, "As long as I can get in, I can fight for the execution of that person's errand." Okay, I promise you, I'm afraid I won't get in. By the way, who is that person? ”

The old monk opened his baggage, took out a hundred taels of silver ingots from Taizhou, and said, "I'll give you this one hundred taels of silver first." That person was scheduled to be executed in seven days, and he was called Cheng Jia. If you keep your word, I will thank you again when the time comes. ”

Boss Bu was overjoyed, took the silver of Bai Huahua into his arms, and asked, "Master, does this Cheng Jia have an enmity with you?" You want me to kill him with a blood-devouring knife, is there anything wrong with that? ”

"Let's not talk about this for the time being, I'll tell you after you wield a knife and execute it." The old monk got up and left the table and said, "But don't break your promise, otherwise, you can't afford the consequences." ”

After that, the old monk had fluttering sleeves and walked straight out of the restaurant.

Boss Bu immediately chased him out and found that the old monk had walked away, his back mixed in the crowd, and gradually disappeared.

"Damn, I finally have money to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble!" Boss Bu didn't track down the details of the old monk, laughed a few times, plunged into the Goolan Washe, and found a kiln sister to have a good time.

After having fun, Boss Bu began to move, make some connections, and want to infiltrate the criminal department and participate in the firing squad.

As the saying goes, it is easy to do things with money, and the cloth boss is a child of the banner people, so he finally did it, and on the fifth day, he received a public soap coat, and since then he has been walking in the prison of the criminal department.

After entering the firing squad, Boss Bu began to inquire about this Cheng Jia.

However, the Qing Dynasty also had a secrecy system, and the executioner was only in charge of the execution, and before the execution, he was not allowed to know the specific circumstances of the prisoner, except for special cases. So Boss Bu inquired, but he didn't find any clue.

"It doesn't matter who he is, when the time comes, he will cut it with a knife and it's over!" Boss Bu simply didn't ask and waited with peace of mind.

In the past few days, Boss Bu has been active while also paying attention to the contact knife technique. It can be regarded as working hard, Boss Bu bought a carriage of pumpkins, rented a private house, and practiced knives against pumpkins every night.

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day that the old monk said.

Boss Bu made some connections and fought for the task of today's execution.

On that day, the prison officer led a team of Qing soldiers and a firing squad to the entrance of the vegetable market. In the prisoner car, a bald prisoner was exposed, with a wooden board inserted behind him, and the book read: Cheng Jia, a prisoner.

"Why is this criminal who is also a big bald head?" Boss Bu was a little drumming in his heart, but he couldn't see the face of the prisoner after following the prisoner car.

In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the entrance of the vegetable market, and the prisoners were escorted out of the prisoner car and knelt in the execution ground.

Only then did Boss Bu see the face of the prisoner clearly, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat!

This person committed Cheng Jia, and when he entered, he was the old monk who gave him a hundred miles of silver!

Boss Bu wanted to break his head, but he couldn't figure it out.

If Cheng Jia and the old monk are the same person, then how did the old monk escape from the prison of the Criminal Department? Because this Cheng Jia was not beheaded, but imprisoned a long time ago, which belonged to the Autumn Queen's beheading.

Could it be that this Cheng Jia is the brother of the old monk? The two have always had a grudge, so the old monk wants to borrow his own knife to kill people? But whose knife kills people is not the same, why use your own blood-devouring knife?

Boss Bu had no way of knowing the relationship between Cheng Jia and the old monk, because the Qing Dynasty had a rule that the executioner was not allowed to talk to the prisoner on the execution ground.

"The hour has come, and the offender Cheng Jia has verified his body and beheaded-"

Before Boss Bu could figure it out, the warden had already thrown the token.

Boss Bu shook his spirits, stepped forward, held the knife in both hands, and slashed hard.

It was like cutting melons and chopping vegetables, white light flew by, the old monk's head fell to the ground, and blood splashed at the entrance of the vegetable market.

The process was very simple, and the prisoners were very cooperative.

Boss Bu put away the knife, returned to the criminal department with everyone, and then finished the ordering, called friends, went to the restaurant to drink, and celebrated his opening today.

Drinking until dark, Boss Bu went home.

Unexpectedly, before he arrived at the door, Boss Bu saw a figure in front of his house from a distance, wearing a gray monk's robe, and seemed to be waiting for him.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】