The chief manager of Wang Sihai's family killed another person today, and this was just one of the countless people he killed in Sendai. With his realm, most of the time, it can be said that the whole city is invincible.

However, there was still one person who wanted to kill very much, and had a very good reason to kill, but he did not succeed.

What you can't get is always suffering.

A cultivator who is deeply hidden, can kill wantonly without scruples in a city, but suddenly finds that he has no opponent to kill, it is a kind of bone-eating ordeal for him.

At the beginning, Wang Sihai's family, except for Wang Mingming, who lived in the humble Jin Palace, moved back to Yingdu. The strange thing is that this old butler, who follows Wang Sihai all day long, does not speak much, and seems to be loyal on the surface, did not return to Beijing with his master.

Whether in the once noisy Wang family compound or now, the white housekeeper likes to be quiet alone. He built a small house on the edge of the palace of the king of Jin.

At this moment, the clean silver file was placed on the square table neatly and vertically, and Bai Hu silently calculated the time in his heart.

Tonight, he was waiting for his time to kill someone more important and one he had always wanted to kill.

Darkness shrouded the entire construction site in the east of the city, and the porridge shack erected by the Jin Wangfu for the displaced people in the distance was lit up, and it looked even more lively outside the quiet house.

Countless homeless people, under the maintenance of the Jin Dynasty's subordinates, slowly squirmed like long snakes under the simple canvas tent. Even in the cold autumn twilight when the cold fog lingers and every household lights up, most of the homeless people eat only breakfast of the day.

The little girl, whose face was red from the cold, carefully held the hot porridge for a night, the steam escaping from the hot porridge was warm under the dim torch, and the little girl's eyes were full of endless desire for hot porridge, but she still obediently held the porridge rice in front of the paralyzed grandmother.

The little girl licked her chapped lips and called softly, "Grandma, there's porridge to drink." ”

The old man lying in the tattered futon opened his blank eyes and looked at the bustling crowd under the shed with some doubt. The old man, who had been in a coma for a few days because of his weakness, woke up again and was immediately attracted by the bizarre scene in front of him, not knowing whether this was the world or hell.

"Grandma, you drink porridge. ”

Hearing his granddaughter's call again, the confused look in the old man's eyes became solidified, and he found that there was really a bowl of gruel in front of him, and he was stunned.

A cloudy tear fell into the bowl, the old man's weak breathing was a little heavier, he shook his head slightly, and said hoarsely: "Auntie, you drink first, you drink grandma too." ”

The little girl looked at her grandmother, who had been speechless for many days, and believed the old man's words, and gently sucked it on the edge of the bowl.

She looked up and saw that her grandmother was slowly closing her eyes with a kind and satisfied smile on her face.

The little girl didn't cry, she buried her little face in the neck of her only relative, her body and the old man's body were tightly together, as if she wanted to follow the old man, leaving this unbearable world, only the little hands stretched out high, holding the small porcelain bowl in a strange posture.

On the gatehouse of the Jin Wang's Mansion not far from the porridge shed, Pan Xilin and Wang Mingming stood side by side, witnessing a common scene in the past few months.

Pan Xilin was dressed in ordinary white clothes, with no sword hanging on his waist and no jade, standing indifferently, revealing an ancient aristocratic atmosphere. His steady eyes swept over the mile-long porridge shed and landed in the dark void in the distance.

Holding on to the wall with both hands, you can see faintly whitish joints under the light.

I don't know how long it took, a cold wind blew, and Pan Xilin suddenly felt that the tiger's mouth he was leaning on the wall suddenly became hot.

Only then did I find that Wang Mingming's big eyes were full of crystal tears, and the heat just now was a tear that fell on his hand.

Wang Mingming's beautiful eyes are full of tears, and she does not have a touching feminine softness, but she gives people a feeling of deep blood and perseverance, which is the difference between her and ordinary girls.

Wang Mingming, with the guilt of reminiscence, said astringently: "In the past, there was too much wasted silver. ”

"Much less than me. Pan Xilin smiled indifferently.

Yes, the sum of the money squandered by all the rich children in Sendai City is probably not as much as the once romantic son in front of him.

Since Xu Feng and the others didn't know what they were talking about in the hall a few days ago, the prince of Jin Wang has become deeper and deeper, as if something invisible is pressing on his shoulders.

Pan Xilin hadn't spoken in such a tone for too long, and such a sentence made Wang Mingming seem to have suddenly returned to the years of his once spring-flowered and carefree son and young lady.

"It's going to pass, isn't it? Wang Mingming raised his face, and his crystal skin and confident smile were very good-looking.

"Of course, everything will pass, and at that time, there will be more people who will squander their wealth as they please, and like us once were, will no longer die for a bowl of gruel......" Pan Xilin hammered his fist lightly on the wall battlement.

"Can we go back to that time?" Wang Mingming said.

"Yes, surely. When the time comes, we will make another bet, not the 100,000 taels of rent in the Silver No. 1 Courtyard, we will bet 10 million taels, 10,000 taels!"

Wang Mingming looked at the porridge friends in the mist, as if it had become the lively Luoying Street Tooth Market a few years ago, as if it was a magnificent pawnshop on Luoying Street, a noisy green building, a lively restaurant, the most chic boy and the most touching rich lady, chartering a luxurious private room and building a drink.

"Those things, you remember, but it's a pity that we want to break a tael of silver now. Wang Mingming said quietly: "I don't know what the situation is, I miss my father and mother a little." ”

The weather at night was a little cold, Pan Xilin turned around and went downstairs, not wanting to stand too long in the cold night with the woman who had suffered with him in the past few years.

"Don't they often bring back letters, if you really want to go to Yingdu, I will arrange for someone to send you there. ”

"No, how much money will it cost?"

The two of them talked about the Jin Palace, Sendai East Castle, and the future of the homeless porridge in front of them, like two people discussing family expenses.

"I'll go to Mr. Bai and ask for news. Wang Mingming finally said.

"I think your butler is suspicious, and I'm afraid he's hiding some secret. ”

"Yes, how I didn't feel it. ”

"Perhaps...... Maybe you're too naïve and kind. Pan Xilin said, his calm gaze met Wang Mingming's inadvertent head.

......

Baihu's dwelling was just a hut, standing alone in the darkness, with no paths built around it, and few people even left footprints, as if the hut had not been inhabited for decades, or that the hut was not in Sendai Castle, which was known for its prosperity and wealth, but in a border town that was deserted.

However, from a distance of dozens of feet, it can be clearly seen that the only round window of the hut reveals a hazy halo, which looks a little weird.

Wang Mingming felt a little cold, and subconsciously hugged her arms, and the ordinary cotton skirt robe made her feel a little warm.

She thought of her parents who were far away in Yingdu, and Xiaozhu, the maid who was once a sister.

A simple and powerful knock on the door sounded.

No one answered, and after a moment of silence, the door creaked open. The white butler stood coldly in the middle of the room, as if something was going on, and was about to go out.

Wang Mingming walked in and found that the room was not as warm as he imagined, and it was even colder than outside.

She saw that the room was as simple as ever, with only a table, a chair, and a bed.

"Did you bring any messages from home? Wang Mingming asked.

Bai Hu paused for a moment, thinking in his heart, "home", that "home", is it the place where the world is dominated, or the Wang family that has long ceased to exist.

After a long silence, cold and quiet, Wang Mingming felt a sense of ominousness in his heart, and asked in a trembling voice: "Steward Bai, what happened to my father?"

Bai Hu didn't answer, the tip of the middle finger of his right hand gently rubbed the edge of the white file, and the moving fingers were reflected in the candlelight, so that the brick wall of the hut seemed to have countless black figures, walking one after another.

"Is there an accident, don't hide it from me!" Wang Mingming became more and more anxious.

Bai Hu raised his head, his eyes were indifferent, and he said lightly: "Something is wrong." ”

"What's the matter!"

"They're all dead. ”