Cheng.

At night.

The ragged old beggar wasted a lot of strength, and finally walked to the wonton stall, stood in front of him on crutches, and looked at the milky white soup in the pot and the wontons jumping up and down, swallowing his saliva.

The owner of the stall is also an old man, and the age difference between the two is not much, but in the face of this stranger who visited late at night and was penniless at first glance, he didn't seem to want to pay attention.

is also a poor person who is hungry, and who can live richer than anyone else, is just a survivor, and what qualifications do they have to be kind in vain.

I saw the vendor owner skillfully scoop out the wontons in the pot and pour them into the bowl, shook his wrist, skillfully scooped half a spoonful of soup into it, and the three fingers of his right hand took advantage of the situation to pinch a pinch of chopped green onions from the bowl next to him, skillfully sprinkled it in the bowl, dripped a few drops of sesame oil, and then served it to the table with enthusiasm.

Eight bowls of wontons full of color and flavor have all been served on the table since then.

The officials had also stopped complaining, bowed their heads and devoured, the prisoner was not caught, and they were not sure if they would have the life to continue eating a bowl tomorrow.

The old beggar sighed, slowly moved his steps, and came to the side of several officials, staring directly at the wontons in the bowl, and watching them disappear into the officials' mouths one by one.

"Go away!"

One of the officials seemed to be a little irritated by the staring, raised his head and glared at the old beggar, and said fiercely.

"This official, Xiao Lao'er hasn't eaten for three days, can you reward Xiao Lao'er with a mouthful of soup?"

The old beggar looked at the official and pleaded bitterly.

"Want soup?"

The official ate the last piece of wonton, picked up the bowl and shook it, a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Exactly, if you can reward the little old man with a sip of soup to drink, the little old man will pray to the heavens, may the official live a long life and all the best."

The old beggar hunched over and nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation.

"It's quite filial!"

"Okay, let's drink!"

When the official heard this, he pursed his lips and threw the wonton bowl directly on the ground, bursting into a smug sneer.

With a crisp sound, the porcelain bowl shattered to the ground in an instant, and the remaining half bowl of soup was scattered everywhere, slowly flowing along the cracks of the bluestone bricks.

Looking at the soup sprinkled all over the ground, the old beggar trembled, and a trace of grievance flashed across his face.

But he may have been so hungry that although he knew that the official was deliberately humiliating, he still squatted down with difficulty, pulled a few pieces of wonton wrappers that fell out of the bowl on the ground, and sent them into his mouth tremblingly.

Seeing the humble appearance of the old beggar, several officials couldn't help but laugh, and none of them showed a trace of pity.

"Alright, don't make a fuss!"

"Have you finished eating?! Hurry up and leave after eating, you have to investigate the case! ”

At this time, the middle-aged man also put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the saber on the table, and coldly ordered as he got up.

Several officials agreed, got up one after another, and prepared to leave, without even looking at the vendor owner, as if they had never thought of paying.

This scene, in this capital, I don't know how many nights have been staged.

But as soon as they took a few steps, they noticed that something was wrong, because the official who had played the old beggar did not get up, but was still sitting on the stool, motionless.

"What are you doing?! Let's go! ”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, turned his head to stare at the subordinate, and shouted.

But as soon as the words fell, an unbelievable picture made several people completely stunned!

I saw that the official suddenly fell to the ground, and even brought the table over, and the dishes and chopsticks were scattered all over the ground!

There was still a sneer full of disdain on his face!

But in the throat, I don't know when a chopstick has been inserted, penetrating from the back of the erection neck, and directly piercing the throat!

As the moment he fell to the ground, the blood slowly flowed out and mixed into the wonton soup in the brick cracks!

The old beggar, who was squatting on the ground to pick up something to eat, saw it, screamed, fainted in fright, and fell aside.

The faces of several officials led by the middle-aged man changed greatly, and they all pulled out the weapons in their hands, and looked around in a panic, looking for the murderer who poisoned his companions!

But in the whole street, apart from them and the old beggar who fainted, only the vendor owner who was standing behind the stall to clean up the board was left!

So, everyone immediately surrounded the vendor in the middle, as if facing a great enemy.

"You don't seem to have paid yet."

The vendor owner lowered his head and said casually.

It was the first time he had ever spoken!

"You killed people?!"

The middle-aged man stepped forward, raised the knife in his hand, pointed at the vendor owner, and asked coldly.

"He broke one of my bowls, and I have to pay for it."

The vendor owner nodded and said very seriously, so serious that everyone present thought that they had heard it wrong.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he asked again, as if he had understood something.

"Your name is Qianjiang?"

The vendor owner slowly raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked unhurriedly.

"Kill him!"

Hearing the vendor owner's question, the middle-aged man's face changed suddenly, and he immediately gave an order!

Qianjiang, that was his name fifteen years ago!

As the words fell, the six officials shouted in unison, and rushed towards the vendor boss in a swarm, six knives, swung out from six directions!

But before they could get closer, the vendor owner had already overturned the iron pot on the stove, and the hot soup instantly splashed more than a foot high and poured it on the bodies of several officials!

As several screams sounded, several officials retreated one after another, slapping their bodies hard, and at the same time, the vendor owner had already rushed out like lightning and directly grabbed the neck of one of them, twisting it in an instant!

A crisp bone cracking sound could seem to be heard in the air!

Immediately followed by the second, the third...

In the blink of an eye, all six officials were killed, some of them broke their necks, and some of them were directly smashed by a punch!

In an instant, only the pale-faced middle-aged man remained!

The envoy of the Five Elements Division, Qianjiang!

"Who the hell are you?!"

Qian Jiang's lips trembled, and he asked in horror as he stepped back.

"Fifteen years ago, you led the troops to slaughter the top and bottom of the East Palace, right?"

The vendor owner looked at Qian Jiang coldly and slowly approached.

"Ten... Are you from Wuji?! ”

"No, it's only twenty years away from Wuji, you are a Ling disciple?!"

Qian Jiang was shocked, looking at the vendor owner in horror, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Tell me, is the prince's rebellion true or false?!"

The vendor owner approached step by step, his voice became colder and colder, and fierce killing intent continued to burst out from his body.

"I..."

Qian Jiang was stunned, and just opened his mouth to say a word, he suddenly gritted his teeth, rounded the saber in his hand, and slashed at the chest of the vendor owner!

The vendor boss's face sank, he rushed out like lightning, and his right hand attacked instantly, and before the saber in Qian Jiang's hand fell, it was already instantly inserted into Qian Jiang's chest!

Immediately after that, a steaming heart has appeared in the hands of the vendor owner!

Blood splattered!

Qian Jiang's eyes widened, and he fell straight to the ground, instantly losing his breath!

"It's more than innocent to die!"

The vendor owner didn't even look at Qian Jiang on the ground, casually threw the heart in his hand on the ground, and wiped the hot blood on his hand on his clothes.

At this moment, a sturdy man galloped from the darkness and quickly came to the side of the vendor owner.

"Childe, the guards of the capital camp with night patrols are rushing to this side!"

The big man came closer, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said in a low voice.

"Don't leave him here."

The owner of the stall turned his head to look at the ragged old beggar who had fallen beside him, said a faint word, and then reached out and groped his head, revealing another haggard and extraordinary face.

Boundless!

And the big man who carried the old beggar on his back was Dillon!

Immediately afterward, without any lingering, the two quickly left towards the other side of the street, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Not far behind him, a team of guards had just arrived, and before they could carefully examine the corpse on the ground, they saw the back of a beggar flash away from a distance, and shouted, it was too late to chase after him.

...

It's late at night.

The entire capital fell into a dead silence, and there was no longer half a figure in the streets.

It was also unusually quiet in the yamen of the capital camp, and no sound could be heard, except for the occasional patrolling soldiers passing through the yamen.

In the backyard of the case, an oil lamp was burning, and an old man in his fifties was sitting in front of the bookcase, looking down and sorting out something, frequently hitting the hatchet.

In the dimness, a figure dressed as a coachman stood in a corner, looking at the figure reflected in the case library, motionless...