In the Yangyan Imperial Capital, in stark contrast to the prosperous and civilized wealthy area to the west, the Dongcheng District is a labyrinthine slum with intricate roads and a maze for outsiders.

"Wine. ”

It's a small, dilapidated loft, and even in the slums, it's rare for a family of three to live in such a cramped space with just enough room for a bed and table. However, things look better now than they did in the past.

Man, just one died.

"Mom, she just died. ”

The short-haired little girl hugged a teddy bear that was stained black by dust and covered with patches all over her body, and said to the man in front of her who was drunk on the table like a puddle of mud with an empty flask that she should have.

"Who cares about that useless ugly (female cousin)! Go buy wine for Lao Tzu!"

He threw the flask in his hand hard into the girl's face, smashing her jaw and sending her whole body flying upside down. Not caring for his wife who had just died in bed behind him, and without showing any pity for his daughter, the man, who was immersed in gambling and alcoholism, yelled angrily at his daughter, who had been injured by his own casual beatings.

"Yes, father, yes, the wine you wanted, it will be delivered shortly. ”

Clutching her injured chin, a gentle smile bloomed on the girl's face, and she bent down to pick up the iron wine pot that had been knocked aside, and set her eyes on the shriveled purse pinned to her waist, because her father had been drunk and dreamed of death all day, and her mother was sick in bed, and the burden of maintaining the family was pressed on the shoulders of the six-year-old girl.

"Quick, hurry, ask for the best wine. ”

Looking at her father, who was drunk and asleep at the table again, the girl did not go to the restaurant where she worked to wipe the dishes as usual, she carried the flask to the tattevern where her father frequented and frequented a pot full of barley wine without water, and then, she walked alone into the depths of the alley and knocked on the big wooden door of the house that ordinary people avoided.

"It's so late, which soul is still coming to me! I wonder if this is already closed?"

Rudely pulling open the old wooden door crawling with green mold, a hoarse and angry voice sounded in the dark room, and in front of the girl was a bald old man with a hunched waist, his wrinkled face was covered with dark yellow pus, and his glasses were large and small, the small one seemed to be squinting forever, and the big one seemed to fall out of his sockets at any moment. Even an adult man of sound mind will be frightened when he suddenly sees him in such a dark environment, so he will quickly turn around and flee!

"Oh, where did you come from, haven't you heard of my night ghost's name, if you want to buy candy, let's get out of here while I'm in a good mood!"

However, it turned out that the girl frightened the rickety old man, who was revered by the people of the slums as Lord Night Ghost despite his ugly appearance, but the old man who was revered by the people in the slums was actually an alchemist who lived in seclusion. It seems that he was forced to live in a dark basement in the slums because he was hunted down by the church for some forbidden research, but this did not affect his outstanding alchemy skills in the slightest, and he has always been very good at making poisons.

Of course, as a rule, he was approached by men of the most heinous sins, who were saddled with several lives, and even though they were sometimes dressed brightly and behaved like courteous gentlemen, the old man could sniff out the stench of those men with his sloppy nose, an ugly smell that the worst and most insidious scoundrels could never wash away.

"All I have is the money, as long as it's a potion that can poison a drunkard, whatever it is, please sell it to me. ”

Opening her shriveled purse and exposing the few silver coins and copper plates in front of the old man, the girl said to the old man with a blank face and a tone of longing, that she did not know where to buy reliable poison instead of the juice of a liar, so she found the most famous one in the slums.

"Are you embarrassed to knock on my night ghost door, little one?"

Dare to come here to find the night ghost, which is not a generous guy, there is no more than a dozen gold coins as a deposit, the night ghost and his old man don't bother to make a move at all.

"Understood. ”

Listening to the old man's mocking answer, the girl turned away almost without any nostalgia, although she knew that it was probably impossible, but at least she had to try, wouldn't she?

"Wait a minute. ”

However, the old man's hand grasped the departing girl's immature shoulder, and if the girl had begged him or pestered him unrelentingly, he would have kicked her away without saying a word, closed the door and continued his research, however, the girl's unhesitating turn and the decisiveness contained in the last glimpse she left for herself, this maturity that was completely inconsistent with the girl's age aroused his curiosity.

"What do you want poison for?"

If it's just a conflict with a playmate, you don't have to get to this point at all, what kind of changes have you experienced to make such a young child have such courage?

"To sell, or not to sell?"

Without looking back, the girl just asked lightly.

"Here you go, no money. ”

Throwing a small sealed jar at the girl, if it was just to poison an ordinary person who had no ability, the poison secretly made by the old man was actually overkill, but the old man believed that it would be a good investment.

"I'm curious, obviously you don't have any murderous intent on your body now, but your eyes tell me that you are really going to do something unethical, but even so, I can't smell the stench on you, on the contrary, you give me the feeling of being a saint in my church. ”

Even if you are peaceful on the surface, you will always be condemned by yourself in your heart after doing evil things, but you just know that you are doing evil things, but you don't care. As long as he is a person who has a view of right and wrong, good and evil, the old man can clearly distinguish whether he is good or bad, good or evil, but this girl makes him feel that he can't see through it.

"I am righteous. ”

Taking the old man's discarded jar, a nonchalant smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth.

"What did you say?"

Just? You now want to use poison to kill a potentially unsuspecting man! Even so, do you dare to say that you are righteous?

"I am righteous, everything I think, what I do is for justice, and the wicked who cannot be punished by the law are punished by me instead of God, is there anything wrong with it?"

Wrapped in the big scarf that her mother knitted for her before her death, the girl once again strengthened her heart, even if she would be exiled and hanged for this incident, she could still do it without hesitation, and there was no trace of guilt in her heart, because she knew that she was righteous and everything she did was right.

Even if it is your own father who wants to be killed, it is still righteous!