Some people left in Qingtian City, and some people came.

The hundred-day period has not yet passed, and many people in the city are not protected by the ban of Qingtian Jun, but it is clear that there will be more important things before Qingtian City, so those who are seeking revenge do not dare to enter Qingtian City.

But now that the dust has fallen, two of the most talented young people have been knocked down by the young swordsman, except for Bi Yu and Feng Lu, no one in the demon land will be Li Fuyao's opponent.

So now those people under the city are waiting for one of these two to make a final attempt to see if they can knock Li Fuyao off the city.

But in fact, many people's minds are not focused on that.

After all, Chao Qingqiu had taken out the sword, and everything was already boring.

As those people entered the city, many things began to happen in the city, such as one morning, a corpse appeared next to the Sang River, the demon pill had been taken, and the corpse turned into its original form, and I didn't know who it was, maybe no one wanted to know who it was.

And then this kind of thing happens from time to time in the following days.

There are dead people everywhere in Qingtian City, on the side of the streets and alleys.

Even the kitchen of a certain restaurant has ordinary helpers who died.

No one knows what they have done on weekdays, but since someone is seeking revenge, it means that they have at least done something sorry for others, and if they die, they will die.

The owner of the mutton restaurant near the restaurant frequented by Qingtianjun was a wealthy middle-aged man who found out that his partner had been killed for the third time in ten days.

So he was angry.

"It's not okay for this Qingtian City to go on like this!"

This is a very serious tone, but it seems that it is not so serious, perhaps because he is too rich.

The proprietress of the mutton restaurant was a petite woman, with dark skin, and she couldn't see anything beautiful, she looked at her man a little angrily, "You don't care?"

The boss frowned and said, "I'm just a mutton seller, what's the matter?"

The proprietress frowned and said, "I don't want to see them die again anyway, if they die again, do you still want to do business?"

The boss sighed.

He didn't say anything, just turned around and walked into the back kitchen.

That night, it snowed heavily in Qingtian City.

There is a lot of mutton in the back kitchen, so it smells of mutton, which is very unpleasant.

The boss was carrying a cast iron kitchen knife and squatting somewhere in the back kitchen.

The helpers slept in the room next to the back kitchen.

If you want to kill them, you have to go to the back kitchen first.

So he waited here with a knife.

Seriously.

But I waited all night. It's getting dark.

Nor did half of the people show up.

The boss was a little tired, pushed open the door, and found that the helpers were still sleeping peacefully.

Tiredly, he pushed open the other door.

The proprietress lay on the bed and rubbed her eyes when she heard the voice.

"Nothing happened?"

The boss was a little unhappy, "Stayed all night in vain." ”

The proprietress lifted the hot quilt and said, "Come and sleep." ”

The boss nodded, took off his shoes, fell asleep, and frowned before closing his eyes: "This day, I won't let you live." ”

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The boss slept until dusk.

When he opened his eyes, the proprietress stood in front of him, furious.

"What's wrong?"

The proprietress said angrily: "Another death!"

The boss was a little upset and rolled over and got out of bed to go to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen was messy, and the lamb was piled up haphazardly somewhere.

There was also a corpse right in front of him.

The realm of helpers in the back kitchen is generally very low, so the demon pill has not been taken away, so after death, he is still in human form, but his head has been cut off.

The boss looked at the other shivering helpers and tried his best to reassure them, "Think about what enemies you have?"

The heads of the helpers shook like garlic.

The boss waved his hand.

Didn't say much.

That night, he stayed in the back kitchen again.

This time he was also very serious.

It's just that this night, he also didn't gain anything.

The next morning, his eyes were bloodshot and he pushed the door open.

The proprietress rubbed her eyes and asked, "Nothing happened?"

The boss picked up the teapot next to him, took a few sips of tea, and wiped his face.

Then he said a little tiredly, "I'll take a look." ”

During the day, the business of the mutton restaurant was not very good, so the owner stayed in the back kitchen all the time to see who was going to make the move.

But it is clear that a day has passed, and nothing has happened.

The boss scolded: "I can't stand it!"

The proprietress came over and comforted, "If you're tired, just rest." ”

The proprietress has never been an empathetic person, but perhaps because she saw the boss's fatigue, the proprietress felt a little sorry for him.

The boss suddenly became a little angry, and said angrily: "Lao Tzu is asleep, you just happened to kill someone!"

The boss's face suddenly became ugly, she looked at the boss and said in disbelief: "Why are you ......?"

The boss was furious, "Is it easy for Lao Tzu to run this mutton restaurant, you fucking hold a grudge against them for a little thing, someone broke your bracelet, someone soiled your shoes, and someone cost your skirt, you want their lives!"

"Then Lao Tzu snores every night and makes you sleep badly, will you want to kill Lao Tzu?"

The proprietress smiled slightly, "How do you know?"

It's a weird smile, but it's definitely not seeping.

Because not long after her smile was born, the boss's kitchen knife had already cut off the boss's head.

The realm of the two people is so far apart that the proprietress has no room for resistance.

If he wants to kill the boss's wife, it will naturally not be because of such a simple matter, just like the boss's wife wants to kill those helpers, it will not be so simple.

Everything will happen for a reason.

The owner didn't want to say anything more.

After all, no one listened to him.

He just went out and told the helpers that it would be okay in the future.

As he spoke, he was tired, even more tired than before.

That night, the boss slept with no one around, making him toss and turn and couldn't sleep.

In the middle of the night he even sat up and looked out the window, remembering something from the past and began to weep.

"I know you're a spy, but I like you for real. ”

He was muttering to himself, his voice inaudible.

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In a noodle restaurant in the west of the city, there were also several killings of buddies.

The demon cultivators are not very fond of pasta, or rather, they prefer meat.

But the fact that this noodle restaurant was able to open and not close down is very telling.

Demon cultivators don't like pasta because it doesn't taste good.

But when they can tolerate it, it means that the pasta tastes really good.

Like this one.

The boss is a tall, thin middle-aged man who has more than twenty ramen chefs under his hands.

It's just that a lot of people have died one after another these days.

Now there are only five of them.

That night, under the light, the boss personally cooked six bowls of noodles and placed them on a wooden table, with five ramen chefs standing in front of him.

The boss frowned and said, "I know that there is an inner ghost, that is, one of several of you, you can talk about it yourself." ”

It is obviously unrealistic to let the inner ghost admit that he is an inner ghost, but since the boss said so, it means that he is sure, and it can even be said that he knows who will admit it.

Several ramen chefs looked at each other, and finally one person stepped forward, "It's me." ”

He was very tall, and the boss was already very tall, and he was even a head shorter than him.

The boss was expressionless, just looking at the hot mist emanating from the noodle bowl.

A moment later, someone came out, "It's me." ”

Two people confessed, while the other three didn't have any expressions.

Not even the simplest disgust.

The boss sighed, "Since they are all brothers of the same clan, why do you want to kill each other?"

At first, the tall ramen chef said, "We don't want to live like this again." ”

The days he said include giving people ramen every day, accompanying smiling faces, and being bullied from time to time.

But not limited to this life.

The boss said, "Days like this will pass." ”

Another said, "But we can't see it." ”

What you can't see is not tomorrow, even if you say it's a big deal, you can't see it.

Not everyone is willing to do things that are good for the present and for the future.

Many people want to live well and be a comfortable person.

The boss was a little surprised, and then looked at the other three.

The three men didn't speak, but there was some confusion in their eyes.

Of course, it's confusion about the status quo.

The boss asked, "What if you do it at the cost of hurting other brothers?"

"We can't do that much. ”

Someone answered simply and directly.

The boss sighed, "Then you go die." ”

He reached out and crushed his head, blood dripping into the bowl.

It's a different taste to watch.

The boss looked at the other person and asked, "What do you think?"

The man hesitated, and finally turned pale.

The boss shook his head as well, and then crushed his head.

The same is true.

Blood was spilled in the bowl.

The boss sat down and said, "Eat noodles." ”

Several other people also sat down and began to eat noodles.

It's quiet, only the sound of eating noodles.

The rest of the voices, not at all.

The boss suddenly said: "Do you think our life will be too sad?" ”

This is a very obvious fact.

But when he asked, someone answered.

"Not so good. ”

The boss nodded, "Let's stay up again." ”

Someone else said, "It's okay to stay up, but for how long?"

The boss didn't speak because he didn't know.

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One night, it rained heavily in Qingtian City.

The owner of the mutton restaurant closed the door, climbed into bed and got ready for bed, when he heard a knock on the door.

He was a little surprised.

Knocking on the door is knocking on his door, not the door of the mutton house.

He picked up the kitchen knife from his side and got up to open the door.

He walked very slowly because he was careful.

Bang.

The door was pushed open.

A man with a sword hanging from his waist looked at him indifferently.

The boss's heart is like ashes.

Swordsman!

But he got out of the way.

The little girl behind her was revealed.

The little girl with a terrifying mark on her face like a sword mark.

The boss saw the face clearly.

The trail, to be exact.

Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes.

Even if you kneel.

He looked at the little girl in the most reverent posture and cried, "You have finally returned." ”