The struggling and twisted ghost of the juggler, under the bell of the soul bell, the ashes were completely extinguished.

No trace was left again.

Yu Chen put the bell away, sat on the table, and continued to do his own business.

It's like taking people's lives and destroying people's souls, just like eating and drinking.

In fact, it is.

For Yu Chen, as long as he thinks it's damnable, it's damn.

There won't be any psychological burden.

The only thing he has to consider when doing things for others is that he has a clear conscience.

As for the other rules, it's just a piece of waste paper.

Even the strict laws of the imperial court are the same.

After all, if he really followed the law, Yu Chen should obediently set foot on the exile road to Mobei in half a year.

Sitting down, he took out a pen and paper and wrote one name after another on the yellowed scroll.

Li Canghai, the big boss of the Blackwater Gang.

Zhu Ke, the second leader of the Blackwater Gang.

Xiao Weiliang, the fourth leader of the Blackwater Gang.

Nan Xuanhu, the fifth leader of the Blackwater Gang.

The four above are the few guys who are still alive after participating in the Chen family's massacre.

Among them, Li Canghai and Zhu Ke are innate realms, and the other two are ordinary martial artists.

Then, after the names of several people, he wrote down the words "Wangqi Division".

Because I don't know my real name, I use my position instead.

After finishing writing, Yu Chen poured two bowls of the spirits left here by the corpse mover, went out and put them in front of his father's grave, lit three incense sticks, lit two sticks of wax, put money paper, and burned the paper roll with the name just written on it and the money paper.

The fire rises and the ashes fly.

Between the world and the world, it seems to echo the oath of the young man, and no one is left.

The time has come.

Today's Yu Chen, after fulfilling the last wishes of the deceased again and again, has obtained the same strange things in heaven and earth, and his ability has gradually increased.

And the information of the Blackwater Gang sent by Xie Qing was also mastered.

Then there are some things that should really begin.

Today's grave watchers don't save the dead, they save themselves!

Spend those fifteen years of hatred and resentment!

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A few hours flew by.

In the blink of an eye, dusk fell, and twilight was dull.

In the middle of the night, the county seat of Weishui, the southern boundary of the city, is still brightly lit.

For these Jianghu people who lick blood from the knife edge, it is dark and the days have just begun!

Yu Chen came down from the Qingfeng Mausoleum, walked across the lonely dry bridge, walked across the overpass in the night, and stepped into the south of the city.

The weak young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes also completely blended into the dark night, turning into the bloody and brutal head-picking ghost.

In the dark night, on the snow, all the way forward, stepping on the snow without a trace.

Come to an incredibly large manor.

In the south of the city, such a large estate is quite rare, so it can be regarded as an iconic building.

The heavy blue-gray wall encloses the entire manor, and the purple-black gate is cold and steely, as if to say, no one should approach!

Looking beyond the walls and gates, a continuous stream of gray-black attics in the night is like a sleeping beast, choosing people to devour.

- From Defang.

It is the name of this sprawling estate.

There is also a slang saying about it in Weishui County - from Defang, from Defang, force good to be a place for prostitutes! The fierce girl enters, the slut comes out, and the girl panics when she sees it!

It is enough to see what kind of place this is from Defang.

According to Xie Qing's intelligence, Congdefang was born more than 30 years ago, and was founded by a wealthy merchant in Tianqiao following the Jiaofang Division of the imperial court in Beijing, and it was not built in the south of the city at first.

Its function, as its name suggests, is three from four virtues.

The main thing is to teach women various etiquette and ways of service, and then introduce them to wealthy families as handmaidens.

Judging from Yu Chen's cognition in his previous life, it is equivalent to a third-party training institution, with a certificate.

But within a few years, this wealthy businessman was embezzled by the Blackwater Gang, which naturally fell into the hands of the Blackwater Gang.

This time, it's terrible.

Although Defang originally made money, most of the legal livelihoods throughout the ages have been stable money, how can the Blackwater Gang look down on these children?

So under the transformation of the Blackwater Gang, they moved from the overpass to the south of the city from Defang, built high walls and gates, and gradually changed from a place where women were taught etiquette and service to a magic cave where the girls of Weishui smelled and changed.

——Deliver well-trained women to the Qinglou in various cities and counties of Weishui and various dignitaries.

According to Xie Qing's intelligence, nearly forty percent of the large and small Qinglou in Weishui were sent from Defang.

That's it.

After all, in this era, Qinglou and the like are not illegal.

Moreover, there are also some women who are slow to make money seriously, and voluntarily join this industry, such as the dusty woman Qinghong, who enjoys it.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't force them.

But on the contrary, those women who entered and were trained from Defang were all girls from the Blackwater Gang or pit or deceived or abducted.

People didn't want to do this at all, but they were forced to become prostitutes by their grandmother and the Blackwater gang in Defang, and sent to the brothel of Qinglou, signed a deed of sale, and were ashamed of themselves ever since.

Even Xie Qing's intelligence also mentioned that the girls who came out of Defang were like domesticated livestock, and they never resisted at all, which was quite popular.

At this point, some people may ask, is it possible that there is no such kind of chaste martyr who would rather die than give in?

Yes!

I'd rather die than give in, so I'm dead!

Those women who don't want to be sold into the Qinglou even if they die, will the Blackwater Gang let them go because they admire them?

All in all, the Congde Fang, which is run by the second master of the black water, is indeed a big tumor!

Moreover, there is another thing, which is also the reason why Yu Chen began to seek revenge and chose this Heishui second master Zhu Ke for the first time.

——In Xie Qing's intelligence, it was said that fifteen years ago, the second leader of the Blackwater Gang was not Zhu Ke.

At that time, he was just an unknown executioner.

That's right, it was the knife bearer who cut off Yu Chen's father's head in the first place.

It is said that Weishui first felt that on the day of Yu Tiesheng's execution, even if the evidence was conclusive, many executioners did not believe that the iron-faced and selfless Yu Zong would kill people for no reason.

It's a pity that they are only responsible for cutting off their heads, what is the case of the case, they can't speak?

But this person also has his own way of expressing resistance.

- Sick.

There were more than a dozen executioners in Weishui that day, and all of them were sick.

Don't cut off your head!

Only Zhu Ke, who had just entered the industry, volunteered, raised his knife and cut off the two heads of Yu Tiesheng and his wife.

Because of this, he was taken by Li Canghai, the boss of the Blackwater Gang, and joined the Blackwater Gang.

This person is already strong in martial arts, ruthless, and quite a city government, so naturally he is also very popular in the Blackwater Gang.

In another few years, it happened that the original second master died of illness, and Zhu Ke went up and became the new second master of Heishui.

Late at night, from the door of Defang.

The wind and snow were not big and almost silent.

The cold and hard purple-black door was slowly pushed open.

Two figures, one head and one tail, carrying a shabby straw mat, walked out the door.

One is tall and one is short, one is fat and one is thin.

The one in front is a little shorter and fatter, and I can't see my face clearly, but judging from the steady steps, I have practiced more or less.

And the one in the back, tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, with a knife pinned to his waist, lifted the straw mat, swaying and shaking, quite funny.

Yu Chen looked at it with the eyes of heaven, and the heads of the two of them were full of blood and energy, and they both had blood debts.

And on their shoulders, the straw mat was wrapped in something between the two of them, and suddenly a snow-white arm like a lotus root hung down weakly, and the bruises on the arm were shocking.

The point is, the arm is just hanging like that, swaying at will, not like a living person.