The half moon is in the sky, and the moon is bright and extinguished, shining on the back street of Tongyuan Bureau in the middle of the night.

Looking to the southeast, the neon lights on the roof of the Disabled Persons' Federation building flickered weakly, as if they were about to fall asleep.

At this moment, the city has entered the middle of the night, and the ordinary people who have worked all day are sleeping peacefully in their respective homes, waiting for the next morning to get up early the next morning and devote themselves to the routine life again. At this time, nine out of ten people who are awake are people in the rivers and lakes, or people who are begging for a living in the dark night.

"The dead soldiers raised by Zhang Quanzhong must all be awake, waiting for him, and going to the soup for him at any time. Lian Chengbi said.

Indeed, I looked north and south of the long street, and although the doors and windows of every house were closed, there were faint rays of light in the cracks of the doors and windows, proving that everyone was awake and silently waiting for the call of the master.

Ordinary people have long forgotten the concept of "dead soldiers", and even if they know this word, they only occasionally see and hear it from books, film and television works. The real dead man represents the ultimate loyalty, benevolence, chivalry, and normality, which has surpassed the narrow thinking of modern people that "people are not for themselves, and heaven and earth are destroyed".

"The fact that so many people swear allegiance to him proves that Zhang Quanzhong is by no means unkind, unjust, disloyal and unfilial. I said.

Lian Chengbi sighed: "Tianshi, you always beautify Zhang Quanzhong intentionally or unintentionally, which can be said to be extremely poisonous to him. Think about it, how many sets he has given you since you met him? How many times have he used you? Just like just now in the North House, if you are unwilling to bear Wang Yu's 'Arhat God Beating' to save Jingguan Xiaowu, can we still stand here alive? What's more, you have promised Jingguan Xiaowu to go deep into the merman ghost market—I know, you can't know what it is, right?"

I was speechless, because in the process of helping Zhang Quanzhong get out of trouble, I was indeed impressed by some of his life philosophy.

He did what I never had the chance to do, I couldn't do, and that's what I admired most about him.

Now, Tang Wan is sinking deep underground with the mirror room, which makes me regret it. Imagine, if Zhang Quanzhong and I swapped places, he would definitely break new ground and do his best to find her. In this life, if a person can cling to one thing, he can build an immortal name. For example, Zhuge Wuhou's Northern Expedition, Liang Zhu martyred for love, and even praised his father day by day, Jingwei reclamation, Nuwa mended the sky, and Dayu controlled the water...... It is precisely because of Zhang Quanzhong's persistence that I am willing to help him with all my might.

"Entrusted by men, loyal to people. I replied.

Liancheng was angry, turned his back, and was silent.

The cleaners who entered the courtyard exited, each dragging a huge vinyl bag. The cleaning cart immediately started and drove to the door of the eighteenth.

The cleaners orderly threw the bags into the garbage truck and then boarded the pedals on both sides of the car.

The garbage truck didn't even turn on its headlights, and it went all the way north, quickly disappearing into the night.

I believe that the courtyard has returned to its original state, and the three dying visitors to Mt. Fuji have been transported away in bags.

They are also dead soldiers, but the relationship between the dead soldiers and their masters is very strange, more like slaves who have to carry out orders, and have nothing to do with benevolence and repaying gratitude. Perhaps, in the values of the Fuso masters, the dead soldiers, doormen, and ninjas are similar to the falcons, dogs, domestic animals, poultry, and birds that they raise, and they are all animals without thinking.

Because of this, even the 100 supreme ninjas who are listed on the great genealogy of ninjas in "Ten Thousand Rivers Return to the Sea" and rank in the top 100 lists of the Warring States are the first to praise the exploits of their masters in the record book of their life deeds, and all the battles they have personally experienced have been mentioned in one go.

This is the difference between the culture of the Yamato nation and the Han nation, with clear boundaries and strict hierarchies, and even if they make great achievements, it is impossible to jump from the ninja class to the ranks of daimyo, nobles, and samurai.

As a result, Jingguan Xiaowu's identity has become more complicated, and she has been given various labels with different statuses, such as princess, merman, master, and slave.

She is a princess of Japan, and even the nine ninjas of "Lin, Bing, Fighting, Being, Both, Array, Split, In, and Front" are willing to sacrifice their lives for her to detoxify, proving that her status in Japan is extremely lofty, and she is a royal nobleman who is looked up to by all ninja classes. At the same time, she was born as a merman, and in the world of the merman, she is controlled by the lord of the merman, and is a slave who cannot change her identity for the rest of her life. This "slave" consciousness is both physical and spiritual, so to speak, as long as the master of the merman exists, she can not get rid of the nightmare of "slave", and the "slave" sign is always pasted on her forehead, just like the prisoners who were sent to the army in ancient times, and the gold seal tattooed on her forehead will never be erased.

"Only by destroying the 'Lord of the Sharks' can Jingguan Xiaowu be truly liberated!" This is the latest conclusion I have come to now, not the "redemption" theory she mentioned.

A trace of uneasiness suddenly flashed in my heart, and I felt that in addition to Jingguan Xiaowu's humble humiliation and sad eyes, there seemed to be something more complicated hidden.

"Ah Bi, I thought of one thing, the merman ghost market shouldn't be able to solve the trouble of Jingguan Xiaowu, the real solution is-"

As soon as I said this, Wang Yu floated out of the gate and waved at me, interrupting what I was about to say.

"Little brother, you are really a hero, you are a hero, you hide your merits and fame, you don't fight for fame, you don't seek profit, you are a good man, my old king has made you a friend in this life!hahahaha......" he laughed all the way over.

Lian Chengbi retreated silently, obviously not interested in Wang Yu's enthusiasm.

"I won the prize, Mr. Wang. I responded politely.

Wang Yu took out two pale cyan snuff bottles from his satchel, grabbed my hand, and stuffed them into my palm.

"Little brother, these two snuff bottles are cut out of the whole gray hair crystal, and the snuff contained in them is smoked from the Tianshan Snow Lotus and the Tibetan Secret Bezoar, which has the magical effect of concentrating and calming the spirit. Jianghu people live a life of grinding their teeth and sucking blood, begging for a living on the tip of a knife, and you will definitely be able to use it in the future. In addition—" He lowered his voice and leaned closer to my ear, "In addition, the 'Arhat Divine Beat' has damage to the five internal organs of the human body, and Snow Lotus and Bezoar can prescribe the right medicine for you, and you will be restored to your original state within a day and night." If you're interesting enough to others, of course I'm going to be interesting to you. Just now, I seem to have heard you and Miss Lian talk about the topic of 'Shark Ghost Market', if you have the opportunity to go there, help me see if there is such a treasure as 'Sea Fixing Wind Pill', no matter how much it is, I want it, hahahaha......"

After saying this, he laughed and stepped back, unlocked the battery car, and stepped on it with his legs raised.

"The mountains don't turn around, the water doesn't turn, the earth doesn't turn around, little brother, there will be a period later!" Wang Yuzhi stopped laughing, arched his hand to me, and then rode north.

His mouth was really idle, his laughter was still echoing in the air, and he had changed his whistle, and it turned out to be an extremely sad song - "Goodbye Friend".

It was the theme song of the classic Yugoslav movie "The Bridge", which was once all the rage in the 80s, and was a song that everyone familiar with in the old neighbors of Qushuiting Street.

I handed Lian Chengbi a snuffbox, but she waved it down.

"I don't need this thing. She said.

I smiled and said, "Just because you don't need it doesn't mean that no one else needs it." Take it back and give it to King Qin. ”

Lian Chengbi's expression changed, his originally ice-cold expression melted, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

For some time, the two of us were completely sinking

Immersed in the emotional entanglements of Zhang Quanzhong and Jingguan Xiaowu, he almost forgot the real world around him.

The dispute between the Qin Wang Society, the Yan Wang Society, and the beggar gang has not subsided, and there is no one to help her share the burden on Lian Chengbi's shoulders, which is probably the most headache for her.

"Okay, I'll keep it for him. Lian Chengbi nodded, took the snuffbox and carefully put it in his pocket.

Hair crystal is an outlier in natural crystal, and the crystal is full of hair-like impurities, hence the name "hair crystal". The size of these two snuff bottles is about half a palm, and the thickness is about half an inch, which shows that the original blanks are very large, and they are rare and good.

I don't covet Wang Yu's things, but his appearance has given me a further understanding of the current situation of "hidden dragon and crouching tiger, master like a cloud" in Jinan City.

"Tonight, probably nothing more, right?" Lian Chengbi muttered to himself after a long time.

I frowned, when Lian Chengbi woke up, although Zhang Quanzhong also showed great surprise, it was always a little unexpected and different from the normal situation.

"I hope so. "I replied with a heavy heart.

Rebirth after a catastrophe and changes in a desperate place is a new beginning for the two of them. I only hope that fate will spare them and let them survive the next hundred years safely.

With a creak, a wooden door diagonally opposite No. 18 opened, and first half of the pick stretched out, and a wooden box two feet square and three feet high hung from the flat hook. Then, a rickety old woman carefully carried the flat pole sideways and went out. When she walked out into the street, I saw a charcoal stove made from a discarded oil drum hanging from the other end of the pick, and the coke in the furnace was burning brightly.

The old woman turned around, and there was a small piece of cardboard hanging on her chest, on which were written the words "Wonton Hou".

Lian Chengbi laughed silently: "Hehe, when I go to the capital, I often eat Houjia wontons, I didn't expect Jinan to have a semicolon?

"Wonton Hou" is one of the famous snacks in Beijing, which has long been registered as a trademark, and the semicolon has been opened from within the second ring to outside the sixth ring, no less than two or three hundred.

Lian Chengbi thought that the "Wonton Hou" was actually a joke from this old woman, everyone knows that the famous "Wonton Hou" in the capital has no intention of opening a branch in other places, and even if it does, it will not be authorized to an old woman who carries a burden to go to the street to operate.

The old woman crossed the street and laid down her burden on the sidewalk to the left of the gate.

The large amphora aluminum pot on the charcoal stove was steaming, and the sound of water in the pot was also "gurgling".

She opened the wooden box and pulled out a flat dustpan filled with thumb-sized ravioli.

Lian Chengbi and I watched the old woman's movements intently until the wontons were put out of the pot and out of the pot, and they were each served in four large coarse porcelain bowls. Then the old woman added seaweed, coriander, salt, chicken essence to the bowl, and a few drops of sesame oil each.

The night breeze is light, and the aroma of wontons also comes with the wind.

"It smells good, it smells good. Lian Chengbi praised it twice.

The old woman put the two bowls in an antique tray and walked towards the gate of the eighteenth courtyard.

"There are two more bowls, could they be for us to eat?" Lian Chengbi grimaced at me.

With her identity, unless the other party brought the bowl over, she would never take the initiative to ask. Everyone's temperament can be clearly seen from these life subsections.

"Bastard!" As soon as the old woman stepped into the courtyard door, Zhang Quanzhong's angry voice rang out.

The old woman paused, leveled the tray with both hands, and listened respectfully.

"Bastard, can't you see that the most important guest sitting outside the door is the most important guest? If they don't forgive you, then you can simply abolish your two tricks, anyway, you can open your eyes and be blind, you can do it with or without tricks!" Zhang Quanzhong continued to scold.

When Zhang Quanzhong's scolding stopped, the old woman turned around silently, first put the two bowls back on the wooden box, and then put the other two bowls in the tray and sent them to me and Lian Chengbi.

She looked extremely wooden, her eyelids were always drooping, and she didn't look at us.

"Thank you. Lian Chengbi took the tray with both hands and placed it on the stone bench next to him.

The old woman did not leave, still standing there silently.

"Thank you, we are not VIPs, so what Mr. Zhang said is very unreasonable. If you are scolded for our sake, then I really can't care about it. It's been busy for most of the night, Mr. Zhang, and they are also tired, I hope you can send them the wontons as soon as possible, I'm sorry for you. I whispered.

The old woman is not wrong, she is just nitpicking.

"Tick", tears suddenly fell from the old woman's eyes, and she fell straight to the square brick ground under our feet.

"Auntie, the wontons are very fragrant and make you bother. Even Chengbi said.

The old woman walked back, took out another tray, and carried the first two bowls of wontons into the courtyard.

Lian Chengbi and I picked up a bowl to eat the wonton, and what was surprising was that the taste of the wonton was quite pure, with the aroma of meat, shrimp and vegetables not chaotic at all, but it was organically integrated under the harmony of spices, forming a unique feeling of full fragrance and long aftertaste.

Lian Chengbi was full of praise while eating, and ate a large bowl full of soup in one go, and there was not a drop of soup left.

"Compared with the 'wonton marquis' in the capital, it's not much worse. Lian Chengbi put down the bowl and sighed contentedly.

After a while, the old woman came out with an empty bowl, picked up her burden, and returned to the door.

When the door closes, the lights in the door go out, and she and the wonton picker are as if they never appeared, leaving only the lingering fragrance of the wontons on the long street in the dark night.

"Great, I've filled my stomach, and it's time to go back to sleep. Lian Chengbi covered his mouth and yawned.

I glanced around the courtyard, and a wave of tiredness hit me, and I yawned heavily.

"Yawning is contagious, tried and tested. Lian Chengbi laughed.