Half a month later, in December, the temperature became worse and worse, and corpses appeared in the gutters every day in Mouse Alley, and in the snow, some people were frozen to death at home.

The doors of every house were closed, for fear of being caught in the whirlpool, and they were careful to cook, closing the windows and blocking the cracks in the doors.

Fang Ping traveled back and forth between the Fuwei Dart Bureau and the Mouse Alley, working in the Fuwei Dart Bureau during the day and entering the visualization space to cultivate at night.

I have to say that although the "Turtle Breath Breath Technique" is only a health preservation exercise, it is not as lethal as the fist and foot exercises.

But when it comes to the "Turtle Breath Breath Technique" at the stage of "First Glimpse of the Door", when it runs to the depths, it can affect the flow of qi and blood, thereby improving speed, defense, and strength, and truly achieving no flaws.

The disadvantage is that this exercise has a lower limit and a lower upper limit, and it is as slow as a snail to cultivate, which is in line with the characteristics of health preservation exercises.

Fortunately, Fang Ping has a golden finger, as long as he cultivates the "Turtle Breath Breath Technique" in the visualization space every day and accumulates visualization points, he can break through to the next realm.

[Visualization point: 37 (200/37)]

On the morning of this day, the first thing Fang Ping did when he opened his eyes was to sweep his eyes and raise the attribute panel by two points, and after taking the wheat cake that Li Rou had wrapped for himself, he rushed to the Fuwei Dart Bureau.

After arriving at the miscellaneous courtyard, Fang Ping wondered, as soon as he came on weekdays, he could hear Liu San's mean and mocking voice, but he didn't see anyone today, and when he was busy until the morning rest, Wang Niu came to Fang Ping's side with a bright smile.

whispered; "Have you heard, God opened your eyes, Liu San's deflated calf thing, when he was drinking with Zhao Hu, he met members of Zhao Hu's rival gang, and they had a big fight, both of them were injured, and they were hiding at home to recuperate."

"Really?" Fang Ping's eyes widened, isn't this opportunity coming!

"It's true, I still heard the two executioners chatting while clearing snow in the inner courtyard."

Wang Niu's face was full of anticipation: "If they die, it would be good, no one would bully us, and there would be no need to give that Zhao Hu food, half a catty of wheat bran this day is not enough for me to eat alone, my mother was hungry and fainted two days ago." ”

Fang Ping was silent, he didn't say a word for a day, and when it was time to get off work, he went home with a pound of wheat bran. As soon as she took the pocket, Li Rou, who knew how heavy it was, was surprised and surprised on her pale face: "Why are there so many today?" ”

"What's more, I'll let our family eat meat in a few days!" Fang Ping is categorically guaranteed.

"I believe in the second brother! I want beef, pork, fish, duck, lamb ......"

Fang Ying sneered on the side, and talked about all the meat she could think of.

Half an hour later.

A plate of wild vegetables is served with a small basket of wheat bran pancakes.

"It's time to eat today!" Fang Ying's eyes were shining and drooling.

"How can you eat it all in one day?" Li Rou glared at the little girl, and gave Fang Ping two wheat bran pancakes, she left half of them, gave half of them to Fang Ying, and brought the remaining two pancakes back to the kitchen.

Two wheat bran pancakes that cut the throat, rolled up with wild vegetables, Fang Ping was half full, he played with Fang Ying for a while, the night outside the window was rich, Fang Ying washed and slept, Fang Ping got up suddenly: "Mother, I'll go out." ”

"What are you doing so late?"

"Diarrhea." Fang Ping didn't want Li Rou to worry, so he lied and went out.

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Nanshan Lane.

One of the slums in the outer city, not far from Mouse Alley, is dark at night, there are no pedestrians on the streets, and the alleys are empty.

Fang Ping secretly followed Zhao Hu several times, and at this time, he came to a hut in the depths of the alley with his face masked and brave the wind and snow.

The fire flickered at the window, and a man could be heard scolding with his head and face scolding.

"Knock knock!"

Fang Ping knocked on the door.

"Who, grandma's, I won't let you rest at night."

There was a roar in the room, and the wooden door opened.

Zhao Hu, who came into Fang Ping's eyes, lost his previous majesty, one leg was wrapped in bandages, and his head was also wrapped around several bandages, and after seeing the masked young man standing outside the house, he subconsciously opened his mouth and asked, "Are you ......?"

Boom!

A handful of lime powder pasted Zhao Hu's mouth. The face, eyes are also covered with lime powder.

"Ahhh

Zhao Hu reacted quickly, but he was injured and staggered to the ground.

But the sound of shouting and screaming in his mouth spread far away, and Fang Ping panicked, so he took out a wooden stick the thickness of a rolling pin and smashed it.

With the strength of the Nine Grades of Martial Dao, after more than a dozen sticks in a row, Zhao Hu's head could be seen cracking like a watermelon.

The woman who came out of the house, screaming and slumping on the ground.

Fang Ping turned around and left, running out of a few streets before sitting against the wall in the snow.

Things were not quite what he expected, he wanted to be quiet, and when it was over, there would be no blood.

But Zhao Hu didn't sleep, and he was shouting and disturbing the neighbors, which made Fang Ping confused.

"Murder...... Is that how it feels......"

Fang Ping's body trembled for a long time before calming down, and the image of his head torn apart and blood mixed with white objects appeared over and over again in front of his eyes.

"It's a world of individual cannibalism. I didn't do anything wrong. ”

Just imagine, if it weren't for Zhao Hu colluding with Liu San to squeeze and demand food, Fang Ping would not have been able to bring back half a catty of wheat bran every day, and the little sister and mother would not have to be hungry all day.

Wang Niu also said during the day that his mother fainted from hunger two days ago, and Fang Ping didn't want this kind of thing to happen to him.

"There is also a Liu San, this liao is even more hateful! not only spoke viciously to each other every day, but also colluded with this Zhao Hu to squeeze me together! ”

Fang Ping got up and walked into the distance.

After a while, Fang Ping came to Liu San's residence, this guy had already slept, the room was pitch black, after Fang Ping entered through the window, by the moonlight, a stick ended Liu San who was asleep, and hurriedly touched it, a poor ghost, just a few big bucks.

After doing all this, Fang Ping returned to Mouse Alley, and when he approached the door of the house, he picked up a handful of ice and snow and washed away the blood stains on the palms of his face.

"You're back, why did you go for so long?"

Li Rou, who was sitting at the head of the bed, watched her son come back and asked worriedly.

"Mother, you're not done yet." Fang Ping asked rhetorically.

"Sleep right away." Li Rou said so, but every day she sewed and mended until late at night, she not only sewed clothes for Fang Ping and Fang Ying's brothers and sisters, but also sewed and mended for her neighbors.

On the one hand, you can pass the time, on the other hand, you can earn a little food, not much, sewing and mending can fall a pound or two of wheat bran a month is good enough, just this has to be done well in needlework.

In the boundless visualization space, Fang Ping sat cross-legged, exhaling and inhaling, like a turtle that has gone through the years.

When he inhaled deeply, his chest cavity swelled like a balloon, and when he exhaled, he brought out the turbid qi in his internal organs and limbs. The spitting followed the law, and when it was running to the extreme, the qi and blood in Fang Ping's body were hot like boiling water, and the skin reflected was red.

[Visualization point: 39 (200/39)]

I went to the Fuwei Dart Bureau that day, Fang Ping was working like no one else, and when he got off work, the news came to the Fuwei Dart Bureau, saying that Liu San was dead.

It's just a subordinate, the Fuwei Dart Bureau won't dig into it at all, no one died on that day, and the government is too lazy to investigate, as if there has never been such a person in the world.

Two days later, Liu San was replaced by an old man like a farmer, who was also a subordinate of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, much more gentle than Liu San, at least he did not beat and scold the miscellaneous servants.