"Uncle Wang, where did you get this sign?" In order to break the awkward atmosphere in the carriage, Lu Zhen opened his mouth.

"Niece, your vision is really spiritual, this is something that someone else asked for help from your uncle, and a saint has personally opened the light, very spiritual. Wang Gu carefully held the bamboo plaque on his chest with both hands, as precious as holding a piece of priceless jade.

"What is the meaning of the word 'morality' on this?" Lu Zhen continued.

"The Tao is natural, and there is nothing to follow, and whatever the heart desires, the virtue goes!" Wang Gu replied almost without thinking.

It was not easy for an old and rough martial artist like him to export so fluently, which undoubtedly surprised Lu Zhen a little.

She couldn't hide her curiosity, "This sounds like a very reasonable thing, but it's a pity that the little girl is only a shallow learner and doesn't understand much." ”

Wang Gu's face was quite excited, his eyes flashed with light, and he explained: "This sentence was said by the saint who issued the bamboo plaque himself, and it will definitely not be wrong. The sage said that Chang'an City has stood on the land of Guanzhong for hundreds of years. Heaven and earth are reincarnated, the stars are moving, the fate of this Chang'an City has long been exhausted, there will be a disaster of blood and light, and the whole city will be bloody, and all the people will die, only those who firmly believe in the moral truth can continue to survive!"

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Lu Zhen was skeptical.

"Don't you believe it!" Wang Gu said hurriedly, his expression slightly hideous, as if he was defending an extremely sacred matter.

Seeing that he was so serious, Lu Zhen couldn't help but shudder, and didn't dare to say anything more, and the quiet atmosphere began to spread in the carriage again.

......

Liu Yu walked around the dead man's street on a rainy night for a long time, and he could never forget the bamboo plaques engraved with the word "morality" around the necks of those Hayabusa guards, and he thought of many things. But he wandered the streets for a long time, but he never waited for the person he was looking for.

The rain is dripping, and the streets in the hazy night are full of greed, crisis and unforesight.

He eventually came to the door of a hook bar. Even in such a dirty, dead and hungry street, it does not stop the camp from buying and selling skins and flesh. As long as man is an animal that can live, he will never forget his instincts. The longer you suppress it, the more it will intensify.

Naturally, the more beautiful women may be taken back as concubines by some wealthy people, and the remaining less beautiful women also need to have a chance to live, and these ticks have become one of the best choices for them to live.

Outside the gate, the laughter of the old mothers unscrupulously soliciting customers came and went. Armed with umbrellas, lanterns, colorful costumes and embroidered shoes, they stood in the muddy streets desperately looking for possible prey.

If people in troubled times want to survive, they must do their best.

Liu Yu couldn't help frowning as he listened to the shouts of these old mothers soliciting customers, it was obvious that the shouting here was very different from the streets in other places in Chang'an City.

When people are under pressure to survive and have to unmask hypocrisy, their ugliness is revealed. Buying and selling people and killing people is not an earth-shattering event here, but just one of the normal transactions.

Nothing matter, whether it is murder, betrayal, or deception, cannot be said to be a loss of conscience here. As long as the price is right, someone will be willing to come and do things for you. The higher the price, the more beautiful things will be. If the money is paid enough, then the matter can be done satisfactorily, and the so-called price is worth the goods.

Liu Yu walked on the street in the rain, only to see an old woman in a green shirt spotted a young man who was hurrying away, rushed forward and grabbed the sleeve of this person's shirt, and shouted: "Official, you don't need silver, as long as you are willing to help us do something, you can choose to spend the night with the girl you like in our building." ”

The man was dressed in rags, and he was a vagrant. But his cheeks were full, and he didn't have the hunger of ordinary refugees, and he seemed to be living a good life in this troubled world.

The man had a broken grass in his mouth, his face was full of ruffians, and he looked the old mother up and down, "Oh!?"

In Liu Yu's view, the reason why this man can live freely is not unrelated to his good figure. In these troubled times, strength is the truth. The so-called bullying of the weak and snatching are no longer weaknesses that people criticize in this world, but may be the most likely reason for a person to survive.

When the old mother heard that there was a play, she hurriedly said: "Are you willing to say this, an official?"

The man frowned, obviously very impatient with the old mother pulling his sleeve, and shouted: "You let go, what do you need to do to tell the uncle?

The man used two unrelated questions to express his two most concerns. It's good to have a girl to play, but it also depends on how much you have to pay.

As a person who has lived a fairly nourishing life in this troubled world, he deeply understands that there has never been a pie falling from the sky in this world, and if you want to get anything, you must pay a corresponding price, without exception.

The old lady seemed to be accustomed to people like him, and did not show any fear, her hand holding this person's sleeve not only did not loosen, but grasped it tighter, and replied with a smile: "Oh, what are you worried about, official, it's just killing someone, you can definitely do it with this body." ”

"Who?" the man was intrigued.

"East of the city, Lane 47, the third house!" replied the old woman, with a mysterious expression.

Liu Yu's body couldn't help but shake when he heard this, but he didn't approach rashly, and still stood in the distance and listened.

I saw that the man looked suspicious after listening to the old woman's words, and reached out to unceremoniously brush the old woman's hand away from his crumpled sleeve, "Say it carefully, who is it?"

"The boss who hired people said that he wants to be the head of the family in that house, as long as you do this thing, then he will be grateful, we can choose the girls in this building, and you can accompany you if you want a few!"

"House, family? That must be someone with a head and a face. How could that kind of person not have a few bodyguards with him, how could you let me get close to him!?" The man frowned, as if he had lost interest, and turned his head to leave.

"Hey, don't go, official, you can do it if you think of a way!"

"Get out! Lao Tzu hasn't lived enough, I don't want to be caught and chopped into pulp!" The man was also anxious, and his steps quickened, looking like he wanted to escape.

"Hey, hey, guest officer, stay here. It's just to kill someone, it's not that difficult, our girls here are all smart and beautiful!" The old mother still refused to give up, looking at the man's fleeing back with a reluctant face, but she was afraid that the man was young and strong, and she didn't dare to step forward and forcibly keep people.

Seeing that the man had gone far, Shi Shiran approached the old mother and said with a smile: "Dare to ask where the No. 3 house in Lane 47 in the east of the city is located?"

The old mother didn't expect that there was still a person standing behind her, and she couldn't help but tremble, and when she turned around, she saw a burly young man, and she couldn't help but show joy on the ground.

She saw that there was a long sword scar on the young man's right cheek, and it was expected that he was a life-loving person, which met her own standards, and she immediately said happily: "Oh, this official, are you willing to help us do this business, it's just great!"

Liu Yu smiled slightly, and seemed to answer a little wrong, "As far as I know, the No. 3 house in Lane 47 in the east of the city is where the Dali Temple of the Imperial Court is located, and the person you want to kill will not be the Zhengqing of Dali Temple, right?"