All sentient beings are flesh, and they come together and return to each other.

The same original root is formed, two-legged and four-hoofed human body.

Where do the sorrows and troubles come from, and the fat and thin muscles and bones are empty.

Don't be extraordinary, pretentious, what is the meat of the slaughter.

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The so-called sentient beings in the world, as long as there is still that breath, they are just flesh and blood.

As soon as Zhanhong stepped out of the door, the young man behind him fell limply under the counter, and the short knife stuck in his right eye trembled slightly when he fell to the ground. After going out, Zhanhong raised his head and let the rain drench his face, squinted his eyes slightly, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, the rain turned out to be the bitter taste.

After the lightning flashed in the sky, the thunder was rolling, and the passers-by on the street had those who raised their eyes to fill in, and those who were unmoved and bowed their heads and just cared about hurrying.

"What are you doing! Don't get in the way!" The person who spoke behind Zhanhong was wearing a sheepskin raincoat and shouted sullenly: "Get out of the way!" Zhanhong opened his eyes and turned to look, and the person behind him saw that this was a foreigner with tattered clothes and dirty, and couldn't help but sneer: "Wanderer!"

"Wanderer......" Zhanhong grinned, "You said me?"

The man in front of him snorted coldly and said, "It's not you, but it's still me?"

Zhanhong laughed dryly, raised his hand to wipe the rain on his face and said, "Haha, what you said is right, I see that you have a sense of superiority as a Xinzhu person in your bones." ”

"You don't need to say it, we people in Dhaka have never been afraid of anyone! What are you talking about! You get out of the way for me quickly, and if you want food, go to the side and ask for it! Don't get in the way!" The man raised his chin under the rain hat, and the fire in the multicolored glass wind-repellent lamp on the side of the street burned in his eyes, and he looked like a man of honor.

"You're right. Zhanhong didn't move, shook his head left and right to stretch his neck tendons, and said to the Xinzhu people in front of him while smiling: "After thinking about it carefully, I have never been afraid of anyone. ”

"You, a foreigner who grabs food with a dog, dare to say this?" said the Xinzhu man in a sheepskin raincoat in a strange manner: "You are Dhaka under your feet! You have to be honest in front of our locals!"

"Haha, are you all like you in Dhaka?" Zhanhong wiped the rain from his face and smiled at the high-spirited Xinzhu man in front of him.

Look at the Xinzhu man in a sheepskin raincoat and take a step towards Zhanhong with his chest straight, and shout impatiently: "That's right! The people of Dhaka are all like me! We were born and raised here, and every inch of land under our feet is ours! It is a great gift for us to let a dirty and lowly outcast like you into the city! You should really thank your parents who gave birth to you!"

Zhanhong opened his mouth and laughed silently, and when the Xinzhu man in front of him saw Zhanhong laughing like this, he suddenly became angry and scolded: "What are you laughing at? Let's see, the palm of Zhanhong's hand has pinched one of the man's fleshy faces, and two fingers are inserting into her eye sockets. The man in the sheepskin raincoat grabbed his hands in front of him in pain, but Zhanhong didn't mean to stop at all, and didn't care about the punches and kicks, and said: "Dogs naturally have dog tempers. After saying that, he Zhanhong's hand was even harder, and his two fingers were deeply inserted into his eye sockets, and for a while blood flowed down the person's eye sockets all over his face, and Zhanhong's hands and wrists were also full of blood, but they were much lighter by the rain.

Seeing that the resistance of the person in front of him was getting weaker and weaker, this Zhanhong raised his knee to the lower abdomen of the new Zhuren, and then withdrew his right hand, which just withdrew his hand from the warm eye socket, Zhanhong felt the pain in the tips of his fingers. He raised his hand to take a closer look, and the nail cover was actually split, and he didn't know if it was his own blood or the blood of the person in front of him, Zhan Hong put it in his mouth without thinking about it, and his upper and lower teeth were forced, and the split nail cover was swallowed off and spit out casually. Look at the man in the sheepskin raincoat in front of him, leaning in the mud, his body convulsing uncontrollably. To say that there are people coming and going on this street, but the people who walk by are just looking at it coldly, and no one cares about it at all.

After another flash of lightning, the thunder rolled and shouted to the world.

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In the rainstorm, in a shop selling tea and milk from Lhasa at the corner of the street, two Xinzhu men in black cloth armor scanned their eyes left and right, and suddenly one of them pointed to the side of the road in front of them and asked, "Look! Is it him?"

"Yes! That's him. The other person next to the tall fat man was a little squint with a sharp beak monkey's cheeks, and he nodded frantically and asked, "Shall we go up?"

"Oh! I'll call someone! You go up and entangle him!"

"Myself?" After listening to the tall fat man, the little squinting eyes of the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks bared his teeth and said, "This guy can't be stopped by dozens of Praetorian Guards, so it's not good for me to go by myself, right?"

"Use your brains! Just pester him! Don't let people run away again in a while! I'll call someone!"

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Zhanhong walked unhurriedly, and seemed to have a plan in his heart.

Just as he was thinking, a tall and handsome horse galloped over from the side of the intersection, and the horse's front hooves raised and strode straight towards Zhanhong. Looking at Zhanhong again when he heard the sound and dodged, the horse nail on the heel of the horse was lightly tapped, and the horse was in pain under the crotch, and Zhanhong had to retreat again to dodge. The man hurriedly pulled the reins around and urged the horse to crash into the horse. Zhanhong is difficult to dodge, it is difficult to dodge, and when he sees it, he is forced to the center of the crossroads. The rider didn't make a move, but just urged the horse to circle around Zhanhong, and one or two turns were getting faster and faster. The sky is raining down, seeing that the intersection is congested by this horse, the carriage and horse are difficult to walk, there are many people on the side of the road who stop to watch the excitement, but they can't see the reason for a few glances, one by one they are busy on their own way, and the new people who come up will come up again to stop and see.

Zhanhong was dazzled by the horse in a circle, his heart was irritable, and he burst into the empty space of the horse's body with a loud shout, but the timing was not right, and he was taken by the galloping horse when he hit the horse, and he really fell on his stomach, and his face was full of and pee. "Alas!" Zhanhong gritted his teeth and propped his hands on the ground, turned over and sat in the mud, thinking about it and laughing to himself.

At this moment, at the far corner of the street, a group of more than 30 spear-wielding soldiers was heading straight for this intersection.

Zhanhong saw that this posture was not okay if he didn't run, and he saw that the empty man rushed into it again, this time it was better, he rushed out of the circle by wiping the horse's tail, jumped over the street cart with his legs, and pushed away the crowd with both hands and went straight into the alley next to the street. The little squint of the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks on horseback saw Zhanhong escape, tightened the reins and raised his hand to point to the alley where Zhanhong disappeared and shouted: "He's gone! Ran! Over there!"

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It is said that this alley is narrower and narrower the further you go in, the more you go inside, the more broken it is, the houses facing the street are still made of bricks and stones, and the houses inside are built horizontally and vertically.

A long-haired dog was looking down at the broken bowl in the corner of the wall, and there was a rush of footsteps behind it, so frightened that it turned its head and got its tail between its legs and burrowed into the narrow wall.

The spearmen who chased in began to be able to walk side by side with four or five people, and they could only accommodate two people side by side, but it can be said that the spear was picked up and chased and chased in such a space, and it would be more powerful.

"Use a knife!" the leading general shouted, and all the soldiers under his command brushed their spears together, and one by one drew their short knives from their waists in unison: "Knife!"

The crowd chased to the end only to find that this was an impassable dead end, but they didn't see the shadow of the wicked man along the way, so Zhanhong must be hiding somewhere. The leading general first found two people to go out to report the news, and the rest of the people scattered to search from house to house.

The soldiers in front of them are like the evil wolf returning to the forest, three or five groups carrying knives and not saying much, the evil and fierce gods generally see where there is a door to raise a foot and kick the door to enter, and those who do not have a door open the curtain and drill shortly, regardless of your men and women or old people and children, as long as someone blocks or comes forward to ask the first half of the sentence, it is a light punch and a heavy knife is red.

Let's say that one of the soldiers used the tip of a knife to open the curtain of a house, and carefully probed in, and the wrist holding the knife in his right hand was firmly held with his left hand, and before he could react, he was punched in the face, and the right wrist that was caught was thrown into his arms, and his neck was strangled by his arm, and his neck was twisted and broken without screaming.

Zhanhong slowly put the man down, and got the knife in his hand, and with a twist of his wrist, he was already holding the knife in his hand.

In the side room behind Zhanhong, a man and a woman collapsed in the shadows.

"You ......" another person rushed into the house, before he could speak more, Zhanhong stabbed his right hand straight into his soft ribs, and his left hand covered the mouth of the person who came and dragged it to the side room, and in the blink of an eye, it was already four lives.

The roof where Zhan Hung is hiding is made of wooden slats, and the stone bricks and tarpaulins are pressed on it, and it rains lightly in the house, and if it rains heavily in the sky, it rains heavily in the house. The two of them had a miserable life, and Zhan Hong looked down at the corpses of the man and woman and said to himself: "In the Xinzhu Sect, it is said that reincarnation, don't be a human being in the next life." He laughed evilly.

Suddenly, someone outside the door shouted, "Haka! who is searching this house?" As he spoke, the curtain of the door was lifted again, and the leading general stepped into the house with one foot, and Zhan Hong raised his knife and was about to make another move. I don't want the general to be a little alert, so I stopped when I stepped in, and raised my nose to smell a trace of blood wafting from the room. Zhanhong in the room held his breath with a short knife in his hand, and the generals outside the door did not move, beckoning his subordinates left and right to come over, and his eyes made this group of people tiptoe back and forth to surround the house tightly. The general pulled back his leg and coughed lightly and asked, "Can the families in front of you be searched?" As soon as he finished speaking, his subordinates replied: "Search it!"

When this sentence was spoken, he looked at the general and sighed, and then turned his eyes and glared at the person who answered the voice viciously, knowing that although he was unintentional with this sentence, the people in the room knew that they had been surrounded by it. The general thought that since the matter had come to this, he was relieved, so he stopped pretending and shouted directly: "Listen to the wicked people inside!

Zhanhong didn't speak in the room, he swept the short knife in his right hand, and smiled ruffian on the corner of his mouth.

I listened to the fact that no one in the room answered or moved, but through the crack in the wooden wall, I faintly saw a figure flickering, and the official didn't think about it, holding a knife with both hands and sticking it straight into the position of the figure. How could the wooden wall be worthy of the Maass knife in the general's hand? The tip of the knife was like tissue paper, and most of the blade had already been submerged into the wooden wall. The general's hand was hard, feeling that his knife had indeed stabbed something, and the movement of his hand pulled the Maass knife back, looking down to see that the blade was stained with blood, looking up to see the shadow behind the wooden wall slowly moving downward, and faintly hearing the sound of the blade falling to the ground in the ear chakra.

"Your Excellency is clever!" a soldier beside the general whispered: "Look at this situation, either death or injury!"