There is no resurrection from the dead.

The matter of life and death is a foregone conclusion, and no one can talk too much.

But why did he die, but it's worth telling.

If it is a disease disaster, although it is unwilling, it can be figured out.

But for no reason, he was killed by someone else for money, and he was beaten to death, who can not mutter?

Why?

I, Wang Hai, have been honest all my life, have been generous to others all my life, and have worked hard for most of my life, and finally desperately grabbed some opportunities from the wolf's mouth and made a small fortune.

Why was he carried to the south of the city for some reason and killed?

After the last wish to protect the lives of his wife and children came true, the grievances of the pain and torture that this middle-aged man in his forties had endured finally burst out and formed a second wish.

[Hatred to the Bone]!

That anger and unwillingness were realized by Yu Chen.

In the wind and snow, the young grave keeper took a deep breath, as if he had sucked the wind and snow into his chest.

But it still can't dissolve the biting hatred on the banks of the Huangquan River in the Renjing.

It takes something else to calm it down, such as blood, fire, and thick gunsmoke.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood!

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Half an hour later, the old street in the south of the city, the territory of the Blackwater Gang.

A dung picker pulling a cart on his shoulders dragged a cart of filth past a dilapidated attic.

In the attic, the lights are bright.

Through the shadow of the window, several figures can be seen sitting at the table, staggering, drinking and eating meat.

Faintly, I could still hear the loud talking voices of the people in the house, saying how moist the girl in Huaqing Building was today, and how the wine in which wine shop in the market was delicious.

Looking at this scene, the dung picker was hungry in his belly, and the fragrance of wine and meat penetrated into his nose, making saliva flow out of his mouth unconsciously.

The knife licks the blood, and the wine and meat pierce the intestines!

What a envy!

But after only two glances, the dung picker hurriedly dragged the cart away.

After all, this is the south of the city, the old street of the bloody south of the city, the street paved with limestone slabs, which inch has not been stained with blood? If the filth in the car smokes to the old man who drinks in the attic, it is not uncommon to be beaten.

And in the attic where the dung picker passed by, several five big and three thick men sat around the table, which was full of all kinds of roast chickens and ducks, messy wine jars, and the ground was also full of melon seeds and peanut shells.

Five dissolute and unruly men in the rivers and lakes, their faces were red from drinking, and they looked a little too much.

One of the big men took a bowl of spirits in one gulp, snorted, and scolded angrily: "Wang Hai of that dog day is really soft and hard!" It took a few brothers a lot of effort, but they didn't catch anything! ”

Beside him, another middle-aged man with a scar on his face heard this, and also nodded: "He, the iron rooster, just doesn't know the truth that gold and silver are things outside his body, and he deserves to lose his life!" ”

On one side, a slightly younger man snorted: "He thought he would be fine if he died?" That's six gold baht! Even if he turns his house upside down, we have to find him to eat! ”

After that, a shorter man frowned: "But haven't we also searched his house?" Nope! ”

Finally, the middle-aged man led by him slapped the table: "Jin Baht is not in the dead ghost's house, but his wife, children and mother must know where to hide, let's tie them up tomorrow, we must pry their mouths open!" ”

"Hehe, speaking of which, his mother-in-law is pretty good!" The scar-faced man grinned, "Since you're going to pry their mouths open, how about letting me pry them?" ”

After that, he also stiffened his lower body.

Hearing this, the other four all showed disdain: "The third guy, young and beautiful, doesn't like it, he likes the one who has a man, what a mongrel!" ”

The scar-faced third child was laughing and didn't speak.

In the end, the man at the head coughed: "Then do it, Ming'er will bring the family members of Wang Hai's dead ghost and find a way to make them speak!"

But remember, this matter must not be known to the rest of the gang, otherwise six gold baht, I am afraid that there will be a lot of people who are excited! ”

"Good!"

"Listen to the boss!"

"I'll do it tomorrow!"

“……”

As they spoke, the five of them drank again, staggering, and were so unhappy.

But they didn't notice that under the attic, in the dark corner, a gaze was staring at them, without blinking.

When a few big men were about to drink, the knife-faced old man stood up, his urine was gushing, and he was about to go to the thatched house to release water.

Humming a little song, thinking about Wang Hai's mother-in-law, the expression on her face was beautiful.

But as soon as he went out, he saw a familiar figure standing in the aisle.

- Isn't it Wang Hai who was burned by them?

The third child was stupid immediately, and he only felt that all the drunkenness had disappeared, leaving only endless cold, enveloping the whole body!

Before he could speak, a black shadow flashed!

The next moment, the third child felt that his brain was twisted by half a circle, and he saw the scene behind him.

Then, there was no then, and he could no longer see it.

Eight feet tall, he fell to the ground with a thud and was silent.

This movement startled several people in the room.

Immediately stood up and wanted to see what was going on.

But at the door, the figure of "Wang Hai" walked in step by step. Several people's expressions immediately changed, their eyes widened, and their mouths opened wide, but they couldn't make a sound!

- They are Jianghu guests who lick blood from the knife edge, they are not afraid of heaven and earth, but they are ...... Can't you be afraid of ghosts?

Especially the ghosts of people who have just died at their own hands!

Who can not be scared at all?

But before they could react more, they saw the ghost of "Wang Hai" turn into an afterimage.

There were a few snaps, and the necks of several people were broken.

After a few breaths, five big men in the rivers and lakes stared at each other, their faces were full of horror, their heads were twisted behind their backs, and their voices were broken.

The attic, falling back into silence.

It wasn't until half an hour later, when the dung picker passed the attic again with the filth.

The rickety man hummed an unknown tune, wanting to smell the wine and meat again.

But turning the corner, the dung picker suddenly caught a glimpse of a ball of light in his afterglow, and subconsciously raised his head.

In the darkness he saw the light.

In the dark night, the brightly lit old attic that had just passed by was crackling and burning, burning so heartily.

Between the collapsed beams and bricks, several figures can be faintly seen, floating in the sea of fire.

The dung picker smacked his tongue and immediately shook his head like a rattle.

No envy!

No envy!

I'm still pulling my dung!

The next day, in Weishui City, the news of a fire in the attic of the Black Water Gang in the south of the city spread.

At first, everyone thought it was just an accident.

Later, the yamen sent people to collect the corpse, and after inspecting the scene, some words came out of the mouths of some officials.

only said that a few big men in the attic were blackened by a fire, and their mothers didn't know each other.

The key is that five charred corpses, lined up in a line, kneeling on both knees, knocking with the prime minister, as if they have done something wrong and are repenting!

As soon as the news spread, the fire immediately became confusing.

Many people said that it was the evil attitude of the Blackwater Gang that angered the ghosts and gods, rained down heavenly fires, and scorched several gangsters!

But there are also some people, based on the posture of the corpse kneeling on the ground, for no reason to think of the "head-picking ghost" that was widely circulated a few days ago.

No matter what the truth is, it is not what the people care about, whether they live or die, as long as it is not their own business, it is just a conversation after dinner.

However, the relevant forces are not so calm.

For the Blackwater Gang, first Ji Liuye's three nephews were beheaded, and then the Chengnan Gang was killed and burned.

This has to make many Jianghu people of the Blackwater Gang wary.

And the Zhengqing Gang, as an opponent, naturally reacted.

Immediately afterwards, gangs large and small in the south of the city were implicated and turbulent.

The entire south of Weishui City has become a pot of porridge.