The drunken Liu Sanjin returned to his kennel, covered with fat powder and alcohol.

He was rich, richer than many merchants in the neighborhoods. But he had to stay in the ghetto.

Because the money was not his own, because he was just a dog without dignity, he could only lie in the slums.

Collecting essence and blood, this is the task given to him by his master.

Only the slums have enough blood sources, because the poor who can't survive will gamble with the odds of death.

If you survive, you can get a lot of money. If you die, you can also get a large sum of money.

What a principal-protected deal!

There are no vegetables in the huge yard, only a few large osmanthus trees. The wall was made of sand and stone from the river, not the adobe walls that were common in the ghetto.

He doesn't need to grow vegetables, he doesn't need to work, he just needs to collect essence blood to have money.

The well-behaved dog that can complete the task will be rewarded, and the owner will throw bones for him to eat.

He walked across the courtyard, kicked open the wooden door, and got into his room.

The room was rudimentary, with only four walls left except for a bed and a large black vat.

"Dogs don't need too good kennels. ”

Liu Sanjin smiled self-deprecatingly, and then walked straight to the bed. Take off your shoes and go to bed, and sit cross-legged.

Soon, his face was flushed, and white mist rose from his head.

Liu Sanjin has been a dog for so many years, and he also has two brushes. He was originally a ranger with no low martial arts, and then he also became a monk's mortal walker.

Naturally, his strength is not low, and he has also reached a half-step qi practice at the age of forty years!

It was only half a step away from pushing open the door of the world of cultivating immortals and entering the world of monks.

After meditating for a while, Liu Sanjin's face changed from red to normal.

Luck sobers up, it can be seen that Liu Sanjin's strength is not ordinary.

After waking up, Liu Sanjin, who looked as usual, got off the bed, put on his shoes, and walked slowly to the black vat in the room.

A thick black wooden board was pressed on the mouth of the large tank, and a cool air faintly exuded when it was close to the black tank.

When I opened the black tank, a cool air came to my face.

Inside the vat, a black leech was soaked in shallow water. The size of a baby's arm, it was pitch black.

This is his rice bowl, the red plum leech that sucks the blood of people.

The plank was closed.

Looking at this ugly thing every night is a habit he has developed over the years.

Blowing the black light, I drank a lot today, even if I was lucky enough to wake up, I left a little sequelae. Soon he fell asleep, and snoring sounded.

The wind outside the window is a little annoying, blowing on the window paper, making a subtle whistling sound, which is really inexplicably irritating.

The wind blew at night, blowing through the wall, blowing through the osmanthus trees, and blowing the cloth belt.

(He should be asleep by now.) Hands-on?)

The moonlight was shining on the moonlight, and the amber pupils were smeared with a hint of silver.

"Wait, wait until he's completely asleep. ”

The strange-faced man leaned against the wall, his two pitch-black pupils as deep as night.

(Hey, interesting.) Anyway, waiting is waiting, let's talk about life. ）

He Shang did not answer, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and recuperated, waiting for the killing in the near future.

He Shang didn't speak, it didn't mean that the demon pupils on the back of his hand would never be silent.

(I really don't understand you, why make such a fuss?) Well, I also know that Liu Sanjin is your enemy, and he was the one who extracted your sister's essence and blood.) ）

(But...... Is it necessary to be so careful?)

(Go straight over the wall and blow the smoke of ecstasy!!......) Oh no, now it's a butcher's knife to kill pigs. Isn't it good to cut off that Liu Sanjin's dog head directly?)

............

The last one was noisy, and it muttered a lot of words. After talking about it for a long time, it can be summed up as - go up directly and do it!

He Shang didn't reply, he continued to close his eyes and recuperate, regardless of the malicious noise in his mind.

As an ant, you can only take one step at a time, one step at a time. What's more, He Shang is going to kill the enemy today, and he has to be careful and painstaking.

Leaning against the fence behind it, there is a cool feeling. Since it was late at night, the air was also icy cold.

Perhaps to set off today's atmosphere, the moonlight tonight seems to be exceptionally cold!

"It's time. ”

The voice was extremely cold, three points colder than the moonlight tonight.

A pig-killing butcher's knife is sharpened to the extreme, and the cold light shines on the moonlight!

He Shang's mobile phone has four lives, including a butcher.

(Hahaha!!!come, come!, start hunting!!)

Mo Jue laughed loudly, and a hideous voice buzzed in He Shang's mind, and the cruelty in the amber pupils was not washed away by the moonlight.

A cloth belt was wrapped around his face, a butcher's knife was carried around his waist, and a gray-blue dress was put on his body.

He Shang, who had four lives in his hands, also accumulated a little capital and exchanged his shotgun for a gun.

It climbed over the fence with great ease and landed on the ground almost silently.

It was not the first time that He Shang had killed people at night, so he was no stranger to acting.

Walking through the courtyard and coming to the window, He Shang took out a thin piece of bamboo from his hand.

The butcher knife was held in his hand, and a small slit appeared in the window paper.

Next, the thin bamboo shines through the window paper, and wisps of smoke rise.

Wisps of ecstasy smoke filled the room, and the non-lethal but deadly smoke began its show.

After waiting for about half a pillar of incense, He Shang entered the room, carrying a butcher knife in his arms.

The knife was drawn and held tightly. Step by step, step by step, and then closer, I finally came to the side of the bed.

He Shang looked at the man on the bed, and his face wrapped around the cloth belt failed to show his expression.

But his pair of black pupils silently revealed a signal - he wanted Liu Sanjin to die!

The knife slashed through the air fiercely, slashing through a deadly trajectory, and slashed straight at Liu Sanjin's neck.

A man's scream, but Liu Sanjin was still alive.

One hand blocked the butcher's knife, on which it was fiercely scarred.

Liu Sanjin used to be a ranger, even if he is now a dog, it can't change the fact that he used to be a ranger.

He has also been in the rivers and lakes, and he has also experienced the life of swords and swords.

He was sleeping soundly and felt a hint of danger, and when he opened his eyes dimly, he saw an attacking butcher knife!

had to wave his hand, abandon the car to protect the handsome, sacrifice his arm, and save his dog's life.

Who is Liu Sanjin? An old fritter who wanders in the rivers and lakes.

The whole body is weak and weak, the butcher knife that attacked, the mysterious cloth belt man, with his ass, he knew that he was here to kill himself!

There's no stupid question like "Who are you?", "What are you doing here?", just a dead roll. Liu Sanjin struggled with his whole body and opened up a distance.

(Yo yo yo!!Surprise attack is not good!)

The voice of schadenfreude appeared in He Shang's mind.