He's dead!

An eight-grade martial artist, the head of the county government, became two pieces so silently!

The rustling of footsteps sounded, very slightly, but it fell on the ears of the fast catchers, like the call of death!

"Stop! Where did the gangsters come from, the gangsters! ”

"Brothers, come on! Hack this villain to death! ”

Choke! Choke!

The two brave catchers looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer, and pulled out the long knife hard!

But their feet, as if they had been filled with lead, could not move even half a step!

The hand holding the knife is also weak!

The most feared people in their lives died too suddenly, and they couldn't raise the courage to resist after being hollowed out by the wine.

Li Qingshan, who was masked with a black cloth and held a rusty sickle, was like cutting leeks, one knife at a time...... Blood splattered one after another......

"Don't! Don't kill me! ”

"Big brother! Eldest brother! ”

A catcher with heavy dark circles saw that his colleagues around him were all dead, and he was so frightened that he kowtowed like pounding garlic.

Li Qingshan walked up to him and deliberately suppressed his voice and asked, "How did Zhang Zhukuai die?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the catcher was stunned, and responded hesitantly: "It's a ...... to suppress Kou."

Swish!

A sound of breaking the air sounded!

With a scream, the catcher curled up on the ground with his right arm in his hands, blood pouring out from between his fingers.

"Next time it's the head."

The cold voice sounded, and the severed arm didn't dare to shirk it, and immediately told the truth of the matter like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

The reason for the matter obtained from the mouth of the broken arm catcher is not bad from what Wu Xiu learned from the old catcher.

All the arresters present today, led by Liu Zhutou, were all in collusion with the rogue, and Zhang Yi was killed by design before he saw through this.

After the severed arm catches the end of the sentence, he also has a good time, after all, Li Qingshan has never said that he will let him go.

Wu Xiu, whose face was pale, took three steps and made two steps, came to Li Qingshan's face, and urged in a low voice: "Sir, you go quickly, they are dead, the county master will definitely investigate to the end, the sky is almost dawn, it's too late to go!" ”

Seeing that the other party recognized him at a glance, Li Qingshan was a little stunned.

The way he dresses now can be said to be wrapped in his teeth.

Even the eyes were covered with a black veil that could transmit light.

Wu Xiu could still recognize him?

"Don't worry, you go close the door, I'll clean it up." Li Qingshan didn't deliberately hide it, took out a fist-sized porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled powder on the side of each corpse one by one.

Of course, every time he passed a corpse, he groped for it in its mind.

If you don't touch your bag when you kill someone, isn't that a blood loss?

The sizzle of boiling hot oil sounded, and the smell of fishy and burning was mixed with bursts of white smoke.

On the other side, Wu Xiu was not idle, ran back to the house, took out soap powder, brushes, and a bucket of water, carefully scrubbing the blood stains on the ground.

It's too skillful...... Li Qingshan walked over silently and helped clean up the traces on the ground together.

......

The sky lit up slightly, and the scene in the small courtyard was no longer what it used to be, the blood stains on the ground, the residues, the official knives, and the big trees by the wall were all cleaned up.

Even the smashed door was filled with broken wood.

I brushed some black paint on the seams, and if you don't look closely, you really can't tell that they have just been repaired.

Li Qingshan stood in front of the mourning hall, put three sticks of incense on the spiritual seat, and bowed.

After a while, Wu Xiu walked out with a large pot full of steaming osmanthus cakes.

"Here, eat while it's hot."

Li Qingshan took the osmanthus cake, sat on the stone steps at the entrance of the mourning hall, and said lightly: "Sister Xiu, the deceased is like this, mourning." ”

"Hmm." Wu Xiu nodded and sat down beside Li Qingshan, looking up at the sky: "Actually, I also know that these people will not be punished so heavily, but I still want to try to see if there is still the word justice in this world...... Very womanly, right? ”

Li Qingshan swallowed a piece of osmanthus cake: "No, you did it right, they were wrong......"

"Really? But right and wrong seem to make no difference to ordinary people like us......"

Smack! Smack!

Gradually, the rain fell again.

The second spring rain is coming, and spring in hilly counties seems to be like this, it always rains and falls.

Li Qingshan silently ate the osmanthus cake in front of him..... It's fragrant, it's glutinous, it's sweet......

It didn't take long for him to put a large plate of osmanthus cake into his belly, and he got up and wanted to leave with a full burp.

I put my strength under my legs, but I can't do it!

Li Qingshan looked at Wu Xiu in disbelief.

At this moment, he saw a pair of red teary eyes, which were full of farewells...... Wu Xiuzhu's lips moved slightly, and a vague sentence sounded in Li Qingshan's ears: "Thank you, sir...... Live well. ”

......

"Sister Xiu!"

Li Qingshan sat up suddenly, and he looked around with sweat on his forehead.

He was lying on a thatched bed in the cabin, covered with the faded gown, and wearing a dress he had never seen before.

The fabric material is very smooth without touching it, and there is a faint fragrance of osmanthus on it.

Li Qingshan, whose head was groggy, stood up with his bed propped up, and he walked to the lame wooden table.

There was a pile of scattered silver taels on the table, about a dozen taels...... At a glance, he recognized that this was the money he had touched when he "touched the bag".

Next to this pile of silver taels, there is also a purse embroidered with osmanthus flowers.

Syllable!

One didn't stand firm, Li Qingshan reached out and held the wooden table.

In his sight, there were three more bags of white noodles......

Closing his eyes, Li Qingshan turned on the Spark Technique.

On an avenue with no end in sight, countless sparks danced, and with the slight movement of Li Qingshan's thoughts, one after another sparks slowly merged into his limbs from the avenue.

[Spark Recipe: Yellow Rank One Product (56%)]

[100 Starfires have been transported today (the limit has been reached!) ）】

[Get Shouyuan: Three days!] 】

[Current lifespan: 47 years!] 】

The Xinghuo recipe was like a good medicine, dispelling the heaviness on Li Qingshan's body and mind after the sweat medicine in his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his clarity.

I felt something stuffed in the placket of my chest, and when I reached out and pulled it out, I felt something that touched the touch of oiled paper.

It's a letter...... The envelope reads...... Aoyama pro-open!