Zizhu Town, Ximen Vegetable Market.

The day has just dawned, and the market is already very lively.

In the corner of the live poultry area, less than three steps away, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old sunny boy is busy working next to the cutting board and hot water pot.

"Do you want blood?"

"Yes."

"Do you want hair?"

"Yes."

Changqing skillfully slaughters live chickens, although there is only one person, but the sloppy is pleasing to the eye.

"Chop pieces?"

"Chop."

Changqing took out the kitchen knife, and his hand rose and fell, each knife was extremely stable and extremely accurate.

"Xiaoqing, who did you learn the craft of killing chickens from?"

"Self-taught."

"How did you manage to get nothing left, is there any way to say that?"

"Familiar."

Changqing smiled and packed the chicken, "Auntie, five copper plates, you can give three copper plates to this chicken." ”

The eldest lady suddenly closed her mouth happily and praised Changqing again and again.

The surrounding vendors are looking sideways, especially the chicken merchants.

A chicken has thirty or forty copper plates, and Changqing can earn five just by "brushing and brushing" and "dangdangdang".

The red eyes are red, but the convincing is also really convincing.

is not only Evergreen's efficiency, but also because there are bullies who have kicked Evergreen's stall.

However, since that day, the bully has never come to collect the management fee of Changqing's copper plate. When they see Changqing, it's like they see the bully.

Time flies, and I can't help but sigh.

Who would have thought that Changqing a year ago was a teenager who fled the famine.

With only a borrowed kitchen knife, he has a place in the Ximen vegetable market in Zizhu Town.

Warm and cheerful, kind and polite.

Everyone liked this boy very much, and over time, the name of "Zizhu Town Ximen Vegetable Market Chicken Killer" spread.

Because it is too verbose, it is simplified to "the hegemon of chickens".

Actually, it was supposed to be two words.

The eldest lady was about to leave, as if she had thought of something, looked left and right, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a mysterious whisper with a mysterious face:

"I remember when you first came to Zizhu Town, you said you were a Taoist priest?"

"Hmm...... Right. ”

Changqing nodded.

Before the crossing, he had just been admitted to the Taoist Academy.

The practice of opening the altar, calling for wind and rain, yin and yang techniques, and sprinkling beans into soldiers......

He won't do any of that.

The only thing that will be is to go with the flow, commonly known as lying flat.

Although I have memorized a few spells, it is not easy to deceive people.

"What does a Taoist priest do?"

"Kill demons and demons, catch ghosts and sacrifice to the sky. Support justice and do the right thing for heaven. ”

The eldest lady was silent.

If it was in the past, the eldest mother would definitely say that Changqing was crazy.

In fact, when Changqing talked about it a year ago, everyone thought so.

"The big fat boy who has just turned old is a big fat boy who has just turned old, and she has been crying all day and night, and the doctor in the town is helpless, and even ran away overnight after reading it. Everyone said that there might be something dirty in her house......"

"What's so dirty in this world?"

Changqing disagreed.

Since the crossing, everything else has been normal except for my own abnormality.

The eldest lady sighed, "Didn't you hear the child's cry, now it's hoarse, it's really distressing, why don't you go and see it too?" ”

Changqing wanted to refuse, but the spell he had memorized flashed in his mind.

"Yes."

Changqing pondered in his heart, his lips moved slightly, as if he was muttering something.

Take off your apron and follow behind the eldest lady.

"Xiaoqing, it's too early for you to close the stall today, right?"

"If you have something to leave, come back immediately."

"Then I'll go grocery shopping first, you hurry up."

"Okay!"

Changqing greeted him familiarly.

In a remote corner of the town, at the end of a dirty alley, the gate of a courtyard was opened, and many people were surrounding the door.

Several strong men, with faces full of flesh, holding machetes and sticks in their hands, seemed to be facing a great enemy.

A few respected old men in the town shook their heads with their beards twisted.

The do-gooders keep shouting words like "dirty" and "unclean".

Many aunts and sisters also looked into the yard.

Seeing Changqing coming, the originally chaotic scene suddenly quieted down.

The strong men looked even more stunned, and hurriedly threw or hid the machetes and sticks in their hands, and there was a clanging of bells.

"The chicken bully is coming, run!"

"Run, we're not making trouble!"

"Oh yes......"

Changqing walked through the crowd and looked into the courtyard.

The whole courtyard looks a little messy, apparently it hasn't been sprinkled for several days.

The hall was dim, and it was inexplicably hairy.

Changqing looked up at the sun, and then at his arms, which were already full of goosebumps.

I can vaguely hear the cry of a child, and the hoarse is heart-wrenching.

"In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, can there really be dirty things?" Changqing frowned and was about to walk into the courtyard.

An aunt grabbed Changqing, glanced at the bully holding the machete on the side, and lowered her voice: "It's better to be careful, his arms are scratched!" ”

Changqing also glanced at the strong man, his arm was wrapped in a white cloth, oozing a touch of red.

At first glance, I thought it was cut.

"It's okay, just help if you can."

Changqing said and walked into the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the hall, I felt that my surroundings were suddenly cold.

couldn't help but shudder, and Changqing walked into the back room along with the cry.

On the bed, a graceful woman is unclothed, holding a full-aged child in her arms.

The widow kept shaking her arms and wanted to comfort her, but the child only knew how to cry.

"Well, don't cry, don't cry......"

Xiao Wang's widow comforted again and again, but no matter how she coaxed, she couldn't coax it.

Changqing was stunned at the door, his eyes full of different colors.

Xiao Wang's widow's face was as pale as paper, and there were some gray-brown marks on her handsome face.

The room was inexplicably colder, but the widow of Xiao Wang didn't even wrap the quilt on the side unconsciously.

Stroking the child's fingers, they were as thin as firewood, and the fingertips were still faintly bloody, as if they had been stained with blood and sucked.

"Can I see the child?"

Changqing asked.

Widow Xiao Wang raised her head stiffly and looked at Changqing.

Changqing suddenly gasped.

These eyes were cloudy, lifeless, and terrifying.

Changqing stubbornly approached a little closer, and there seemed to be an indescribable smell in his nose, a little stinky.

"Is it sick?"

Changqing looked at the child.

The child's face turned blue and his eyes were closed.

The widow did not respond.

The eldest lady who led the way before came to the door with courage and said, "The doctor who ran away overnight said before that this child is very healthy......

"You can't be starved, right?"

"No, Widow Wang is very milky."

“……”

Changqing blushed for a while, especially the widow Xiao Wang tugging at her clothes, as if she was about to breastfeed.

Changqing hurriedly turned his head away, muttering about disrespect.

"I'll give it a try."

Changqing said, turning his back to the widow of Xiao Wang, and chanting words in his mouth.

"The sky is panicking, the earth is panicking, there is a crying man in my family......"

As soon as Changqing's voice fell, the child really stopped crying!

The eldest lady was stunned, and Changqing at this time was also stunned.

The eldest lady's face was full of joy, and her eyes were full of awe when she looked at Changqing.

At this time, Changqing was suddenly, and the hairs stood on his body.

Does it work?

Doesn't that mean......

Is it really dirty?