"The twenty-seventh time, the beautiful bearded man rode alone for thousands of miles, and the Marquis of Hanshou killed six generals in five passes!"

"But he said that among the generals under Cao Cao, from Zhang Liao, only Xu Huang and Yun Chang had a good relationship... That.. Stab.. Respect.. Stab.. Rustle..."

Deep in the mountains and forests, isolated from signal coverage, the old-fashioned radio rustled after the noise. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's already far from the city..."

A low, hoarse voice sounded, and one man turned around and looked in the direction he had come.

That was where he lived the other day.

The sunlight shines through the dense foliage, illuminating the grove.

I saw him hanging a worn-out radio around his waist, and a patched black travel bag on his back.

The darkness of the mountain forest did not make him afraid, and as the low voice of the words just now fell, he walked into the depths again.

This person is called, He Yuan.

If it hadn't happened a few days ago, He Yuan might still have been guarding his shop as usual, and he would have been old all the time...

But he said, three days ago. . .

In the town, there is a street with few people.

On the side of the street, there is a shop built of mud houses, and the shelves are placed neatly with daily necessities, snacks and snacks.

Inside the house, there was a young man sitting at the counter, it was He Yuan.

At this time, as usual, he took a book and read it carefully, waiting for customers to come to the door.

Unexpectedly, the business did not come, but an uninvited guest came.

"Boy, isn't it time to pay the management fee?"

Outside the store, a young man of about twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed as a ruffian, playing with a knife in his hand, his eyes faintly showed a fierce light, looking like he had seen blood, not like a person who kept his duty.

"I only handed it over last month, is it Lord Tiger?"

He Yuan put down the book in his hand, was surprised in his heart, looked up at the ruffian young man, and said in a puzzled tone: "You guys? But I clearly remember that it was the tiger master. ”

The management fee is also the protection fee, and the protection fee has always been collected by the tiger master.

Tiger Master is a tyrant in the town, but he doesn't collect much.

And He Yuan is an outsider, because he got into trouble, he hid in the town, so, for unnecessary trouble, the protection fee is not much, and the tiger master has also helped him, since he asked for it, he will also pay it.

But the ruffian youth, He Yuan has never seen it.

"Master Tiger has stepped down, and now he is my boss, five hundred yuan per family!" The ruffian youth said, walked to the shelf, picked up a bag of snacks, opened it, and ate it.

"Huh? This kid doesn't seem to see any blood, so he won't pay it! ”

Two or three minutes passed, and the ruffian young man looked at He Yuan who had not moved, eating snacks, and said to He Yuan with a vague mouth: "Boy..."

"I earn a maximum of two or three hundred yuan a month, and five hundred is a bit too much." Without waiting for the young man to finish speaking, He Yuan stood up, his tone was flat, walked to the shelf, and sorted out the items that had been messed up by the ruffian youth.

"Good, good!"

Those who are mixed up in the way, who have a good face, are most annoyed that others ignore their words.

He Yuan's words are plain, in the eyes of young people, it is a provocation!

"Outsiders surnamed He, believe it or not, no one dares to care if Lao Tzu kills you?"

The young man said, kicking over the shelves that had been organized, and the knife slashed hard, although He Yuan dodged, it also cut his arm, the wound was not deep, but it also hurt the flesh and skin, and blood dripped down.

"Is he really going to kill me? Is it just because I'm an ordinary person? Can anyone suppress me? Don't give me a way out..."

He Yuan grew up in an orphanage, and when he was in school, he was also an extrovert and liked to talk to people.

But for some reason, I offended the powerful son, and I was severely suppressed in the big city, so I went to a small town in the mountains and used the savings of the previous years to do a small business.

Two or three years have passed, perhaps because he is afraid of being found, He Yuan stays in the store every day, rarely communicates with people except customers, and his personality gradually becomes indifferent, not that he deliberately neglects young people.

And the young man did not know that for him, killing people was very simple.

Because, he has already carried three lives!

"Today you take a thousand! If you can't get it out, hehe. The young man closed the door of the shop and looked at He Yuan's frightened appearance with a cruel smile on his face.

He Yuan was silent, the dagger dripping blood in front of him, and the messy items on the ground made him close his eyes.

Inside the shop, the young man waited quietly, gesturing the knife in his hand back and forth, as if looking for another place to start.

Ten minutes passed.

Seeing that He Yuan was still silent, the young man couldn't help but get angry, and was about to make another ruthless move.

"The money is in the backyard, you come with me." He Yuan opened his eyes, put down the arm covering the wound, let the blood fall, and walked towards the courtyard behind the store.

"Hmph, I don't see the coffin and don't cry." The young man looked at He Yuan's back, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and with a sneer on his face, he followed without the slightest hesitation.

However, the young man was afraid that there would be other passages behind the store to prevent He Yuan from escaping.

"The money I have made in the past six months is here, can you see if it is enough?" In the courtyard, He Yuan walked to a wellhead, and after removing a cyan stone brick on it, he saw a groove below, in which there was a pile of 100 yuan bills, at least about 4,000.

"If it's enough, I'll have to click on it to find out." When the young man saw the money, his eyes were already shining, and he walked quickly to the mouth of the well, and reached out to pick it up as he spoke.

"Look at this thickness, let alone four or five thousand yuan, the boss only gives me about three hundred a month, and I don't do it twice, otherwise?"

After the young man picked up the money, he estimated it, and greed arose in his heart, and he wanted to finish this ticket and live in a different town.

He didn't notice that He Yuan retreated a few meters, and quietly walked behind him while his mind was all about the money and things in front of him.

"Go down to the well and count, although it is a little dark." He Yuan whispered.

"Huh? What..."The young man was planning to kill people for money, but when he heard He Yuan's words from behind him, he couldn't help but be stunned and felt bad.

"How did he get behind me?"

The youth turned.

The noon sun was a little dazzling, and the young man held the money tightly in one hand, and took out the dagger that he had placed in his pocket when he counted the money with the other hand, and stabbed it hard at the figure in front of him.

"Poof—"

The dagger was in the sun, emitting a cold glow.

The youth, on the other hand, fell into the well along with the scattered coins.

"If you start by harming others, you will end with harming yourself." He Yuan stood by the well, watching the splashes of water, letting them spill on his body, soaking his clothes.

Beneath his feet was a crumbling brick of cyan stone.

"I'm just an ordinary person." He Yuan walked to the back of the well, lifted a stone slab, and covered it.

"I just want to live..."

――

Sunset, in the mountains and forests.

"Now that there is another enemy, where else can I hide now?"

He Yuan didn't know how far he had walked, and there were gaps in his clothes, and the dense trees seemed to have no end in them.

"Whew, I'm so tired, there's a wooden house in front?"

He Yuan supported his tired body, and when he crossed the bushes once, he found that his eyes were empty, and there were no tall trees around him.

On a wide meadow of about six or seven hundred square meters, there is only about one foot of wild grass high, but in the center, there is a house of sixty or seventy square meters.

"There should be no one in the house, maybe it's a place for hunters to rest."

He Yuan slowly walked to the side of the house, listened attentively, and after finding that there was no sound in the room, he tentatively shouted twice, and when there was no response, he pushed open the door and walked in.

When he opened the door, the oil lamp hanging outside the room was quietly lit...

In the house, through the sunlight, He Yuan glanced and found that there was a set of tables and chairs in the middle of the room, and there were shelf-like objects on the walls, hanging on both sides of the house.

"It's so dusty, maybe, no one has been here for a long time."

wiped his hands casually, and the dust on the chair, He Yuan didn't care whether it was clean or not, so he sat on it and closed his eyes.

He didn't realize that the wooden house was in the damp forest, no one cleaned it, why there was no moldy smell, but a faint fragrance.

Perhaps, He Yuan was too tired.

The core of the oil lamp flickered, and a voice sounded in He Yuan's mind.

"Ten Thousand Worlds City, open!"