"Why does the body sink when people die?"

Zhang Chu came out of Liang's house, thinking about this question very seriously, very seriously, and speechlessly.

He searched his stomach and tried to recall the little biological knowledge in his mind that had been returned to the teacher a long time ago, and after a while, he finally ...... My brain hurts!

Thinking about it again, when he sought the ultimate meaning of Liang Wufeng just now, the narrow and vicious smile on the little old man's face made his brain hurt even more.

"I'm not a medical examiner, how do I know?"

"The little old man must be envious of me and jealous of me!"

"Otherwise, how could you use such a scientific question to prevaricate me?"

"You still can't be too good as a man......!"

He sighed, and under the protection of his two men, he walked slowly home.

When I walked to the busiest street of the cattle and sheep market, I suddenly saw a group of biao men armed with knives and axes, rushing down from the Baiwei Tower.

The leader of the fierce while running wildly pulled his throat and shouted: "All dodge, Lao Tzu's knife doesn't recognize people!"

When the pedestrians on the street saw this kind of battle, they all avoided it, lest they would be wrongly punished.

For a while, chickens and dogs jumped......

Zhang Chu also pulled the two men who were about to draw their knives and retreated to the side of the street.

A roar when the road is uneven?

Don't be funny!

This is not the Water Margin!

To be knifed for other people's grievances, how big is the pit in the brain?

However, he soon changed his mind.

Because another group of people with kitchen knives and spatulas chased out of Baiwei Building.

At the head was a bloody man, carrying a bench like a mad tiger.

This man, Zhang Chu knows.

Sihaitang, Zhao, Chang, Hui!

He looked around and saw a wooden wheelbarrow with a stove not far away, as if it was a guy selling wontons along the street, and the iron pot on the stove was still steaming.

At the critical moment, he didn't care who the unicycle was, he took three steps and two steps to rush over and grab the unicycle.

"Give me a knife, be careful yourself!"

When a younger brother heard this, he hurriedly pulled out the Yanling knife on his waist and handed it to Zhang Chu.

After eating the big loss of being defenseless and blocking the knife with his flesh and blood before, Zhang Chu was ruthless and spent a lot of money to equip one of his brothers with a weapon.

As he spoke, the group of people in front of him was about to rush to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu's eyes were quick, and he pushed out the wheelbarrow in his hand, which happened to hit the leading brother of this gang, and the hot soup splashed him!

"Ah......h

The poor leader howled and fell to the ground.

Following the many fierce people behind the leading brother, he couldn't stop the car, and was tripped by the leading brother and the wheelbarrow.

The neat escape formation of thousands of troops galloping together became scattered in an instant.

Zhang Chu saw the opportunity, rushed out with a knife, didn't say a word, and cut people when he saw them!

He did not rush into this gang of biaomen, but fought and retreated, took advantage of it, did not force it if it was cheap, and slashed it when he saw that anyone wanted to escape, forcing the other party to stop and dodge his blade.

One person, one knife, one wheelbarrow, stunned to drag a dozen or so men covered in tendons!

Seven or eight snaps of his fingers, Zhao Changhui killed, and crashed headlong into this group of biao men, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

This guy deserves to be the number one boss in Sihaitang!

An ordinary stool, in his hand, is like a closed knife, wide open and closed, mighty and uncasting, and smashed on people's heads, it is a pit the size of a bowl!

It turns out...... TV and movies are all deceptive, and the stool that can sit on people is really not so easy to break!

At least, harder than a human skull!

When the reinforcements arrived, Zhang Chu's feet were steady, resisting the oncoming pressure, and the Yanling knife in his hand changed his previous way of fishing in troubled waters, and became extremely fierce, and the knife slashed towards the opponent's vital point!

He hadn't learned swordsmanship.

But the knife is a weapon, the first thing is the momentum, and the second is the discipline.

People are fierce, and knives are fierce without rules!

Is Zhang Chu fierce?

It is not possible to define it at this time.

But at least, he dared to kill!

Especially this kind of person who doesn't look like a good person, he has no psychological barriers when he starts!

For this alone, he was more fierce than the vast majority of people present.

In addition, he has now achieved some success in his hard work, and his physical fitness has crushed these biaomen in all aspects, and his advantage is even greater.

From the moment the wheelbarrow was pushed out of Zhang Chu's hands, this was an unfair fight!

It's a pity that there is no referee here for these biaomen to protest, and Zhao Changhui and Zhang Chu do not accept their GG.

The only thing that awaits them is defeat......

......

It's dark.

Zhang Chu sat alone in the private room by the window on the second floor of Tianxiang Building, drinking wine in large bowls.

Wine is not a good wine, a specialty of Northern Xuanzhou.

Bad enough, strong enough!

It's enough to dilute the ubiquitous smell of blood in the air......

At the end of the long street.

Dozens of people in Haitang are cleaning up the mess with torches.

Carrying the corpse of the corpse.

Washing the floor of the washing floor.

The process is methodical and familiar, and there is no shortage of this kind of thing at a glance.

"People are like ants, and their lives are like grass mustard......"

Zhang Chu muttered in a low voice, there seemed to be sadness and coldness in his eyes.

He's not a cat crying mouse.

There were no outsiders in the private room.

He only realized once again the cruel nature of the world.

Human life is like a mustard.

Five words, light and clever, appear in the book, but they can't attract the reader's attention for a few more seconds.

Because these five words are really insignificant compared to words such as corpses all over the field and easy children to eat.

It's like that, they represent.

But after Zhang Chu experienced it personally, he realized how bloody and cruel these five words were!

Man is not a monkey or a crop, but he can burst out of a stone and grow out of the ground.

Whose son, whose beloved, whose brother, whose father......

Before they went out, their old mother, perhaps like Zhang Chu's wife, chased them out with hot boiled eggs, and kindly told them to go back early in the evening and make mung bean soup for him to drink.

Say no, it's gone......

The corpse was dragged away like a dead dog, and it is not known whether it was thrown into a mass grave to feed the wolves or sunk into the river to feed the fish.

It's like a weed.

Except for their loved ones, no one cares whether they live or die.

Because there are too many such weeds, there are too many of them, and they are cut one stubble after another.

Zhang Chu thought a lot.

But his heart did not soften.

If those big men come back to life, he can still swing his sword at them and kill them again!

Even, his knife will be faster, more fierce, and more ruthless!

Because.

He didn't want to die in obscurity like weeds.

He didn't want his body to be dragged around the street like a dead dog.

He didn't want the old lady in the family who lived for him to suddenly lose her son......

There were ancients before, who took people as mirrors and were well-dressed.

Today, there is Zhang Chu, taking the corpse as the realm, and sharpening the three views.