In this day and age, it is not uncommon to be taken away.

This is not uncommon in Chengdu.

At nightfall, the streets of the Chicken and Goose District are filled with vendors hiding in corners selling homemade pink chips.

This kind of chip with strange content has a unified name, Huangliang Desire.

As the name suggests, it is loaded with illusions that can satisfy people's desires.

If you like to fight on the battlefield and experience power battles, you can choose the Dynasty Old Dream series.

If you want to have a spring snack every night, a pear blossom pressed begonia, the golden bottle plum, the spring color of the Han Palace, and the beautiful Qin Sheng, these series can meet all your requirements.

If you like to spend money like earth, then go to Shen Wansan, the richest man in the pre-imperial period.

If you like poetry and songs, then wear a green shirt, be a poet fairy, take the concubine as the theme, and use the giant eunuch as the paper.

There are many types of desires, and almost all of people's seven emotions and six desires are covered.

Only you can't think of it, and there are no traffickers who can't do it.

The most important point is that the price of this kind of sorghum desire is still very low, and the cheapest one can even be used for only a few dozen treasure bills.

For those people who are kept in the industrial line by various group companies, desire is the most cost-effective pastime after casual work.

A shoddy realm of desire may be inserted dozens or hundreds of times a day, and it is normal for the characters in the realm to circulate at a high frequency in a limited timeline, and the collapse of alienation is a normal thing.

Once the user's spiritual will, that is, yang energy, is consumed too much, it is easy to indulge in the state of desire, and it is impossible to distinguish which side is true and which side is false.

If you take your desire as real at this time, then there will naturally be a Huangliang character who will return to reality instead of you.

This is generally referred to as snatching.

And these Huangliang characters who are stiff from the Huangliang Dream are also known as the Huangliang Demon.

Although the laws of the Ming Dynasty strictly prohibit this kind of abrasive desire, and even stipulate that a profit of more than 10,000 treasure bills can be punished by death.

Even in the name of the Department of Education, the official desire realm was launched, but the high price discouraged the majority of the common people, and it was impossible to cut off the trade of private desires.

The desire to defend the people is more important than the desire to defend against Sichuan.

"I don't care if you are a monster who ran out of Huangliang's dream, or some kind of sneaky person who borrowed corpses to resurrect his soul, I advise you to keep your mouth shut and honestly bring the painting over."

Li Jun leaned lazily on the rattan chair, looking at Song Li in front of him with disdain, who didn't know what had been taken away.

The owner of the dignified Bluestone Mansion, the largest cultural relics dealer in Boryeong Mansion, is actually greedy to play that kind of garbage desire, and he was taken away by others, which is really embarrassing.

"While Lao Tzu is not in a bad mood today, I may be able to spare your life."

Song Li was not moved by Li Jun's warning at all, his empty eyes were round, and the words in his mouth were blank, with an inexplicable majesty.

"The law of the Ming Dynasty is contained, the robbery of the tomb thief, the crime is unforgivable, and the dealer and the buyer are guilty of the same crime."

"The thieves Song Li and Li Jun were both stolen. According to the law, the punishment shall be capital punishment. ”

As soon as the words fell, the footsteps outside the courtyard suddenly sounded, and a group of men with knives and weapons rushed in.

Judging from their uniform gray power suits, they should all be thugs raised by the Bluestone Mansion.

The expressions on the faces of these men were the same as those of Song Li, with cloudy pupils and dull eyes.

"I didn't expect the people of the Legalist sequence to degenerate like this, and they actually played the little trick of seizing control."

Li Jun had already seen something strange at this moment, his elbows were pressed horizontally on his knees, his eyes were wide, and the corners of his mouth were smiling coldly.

"However, isn't it too hasty for you to want to trouble me with this bunch of rotten sweet potato rotten bird eggs?"

As soon as Li Jun finished speaking, he saw a narrow smile in Song Li's eyes, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

But before he could notice that something was wrong, Song Li had already raised his hand and slashed down.

"The rabble, all that is lacking is the leader. The power of the people, the mountains and rivers can be tilted, not to mention that you are a little martial artist, law enforcement! ”

"Trouble."

As soon as the words floated out, a black martial artist had already shot out of the eaves like a powerful arrow.

Boom!

A leg shadow swept out, sweeping out the man who rushed to the front with a knife.

The soles of his feet had just landed, and a knife flashed on his side. saw Li Jun's right arm twisted, directly smashed the opponent's knife-holding arm, and copied the machete into his hand.

Li Jun was not interested in playing with these thugs who were controlled by the seizure, and he was ruthless.

The machete was held in the dark, the knife followed the arm, Li Jun's cross arm smashed open a cold light from the side, and the tip of the knife ploughed a deep bloody hole in the opponent's chest, and the wound was so deep that it almost dissected the entire chest.

"The red one has no military characteristics, and he is an ordinary person."

This scene made Li Jun couldn't help frowning, these people were not orderly, but the power contained in the sword was not inferior to a soldier at all.

"Is this blessed?"

In the face of such a bloody picture, a group of bluestone hall thugs were still expressionless, and they were not afraid of death and swarmed from all around, intending to surround Li Jun in it.

At this moment, in this elegant courtyard, only the blade spoke!

"Even if you bless a group of thugs with an orderly nine-body physique, it will be a rabble."

Li Jun snorted coldly and began to leap into the abyss, his figure like a swimming dragon, swimming through the crowd.

The machete spat out a blade against the tip of the elbow, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, all biting into the throats of the thugs.

Before the encirclement was formed, it was already full of holes.

Li Jun approached the last few people, elbowed his elbow to the mouth of one of them, and the tip of the knife pierced the flesh and blood, piercing through the vest.

The figure that flew out knocked his companions to the ground, and before they could struggle to get up, Li Jun had already walked leisurely, raising his foot and stepping on his neck bone.

Click, click, click

The crisp sound of the neck bone breaking rang out one after the other with the footsteps.

Li Jun walked slowly in front of Song Li, many of the corpses on the ground behind him were still twitching unconsciously, and the blood that flowed out seeped down the cracks in the floor tiles, swallowed clean by the sand and mud at the bottom.

Syllable.

Li Jun reached out and patted Song Li's face, "What the hell are you?" ”

"I'm a tomb sinner."

Song Li's voice was cold and hard, like a mechanical synthesis, without any emotion in it.

How is this sorghum demon different from what I saw in the chicken and goose area?

Li Jun's eyes sank, he stretched out his hand to choke Song Li's throat, and shouted: "Speak human words." ”

"I can solve Shi Chengfeng and Wu Jinfeng at one time, and force Wu Gong to release me from the gate valve's private prison to find face."

"You Li Jun deserve to be the sharpest knife in Shudao Logistics."

A smiling voice came from the direction of the courtyard gate.

Li Jun moved his wrist and smashed Song Li's head to the side, revealing the figure standing by the door.

The man was tall, dressed in a white shirt, with fleshless cheeks and bright eyes.

"Introduce yourself, Faba Cool Officer, Lezhong."

(End of chapter)