Not happy! Not happy! He Shang felt very unhappy.

Careful killing could not make him happy, he seemed to feel that there was a cage holding him.

The veins in his face squirmed again, as if breathing. The black blood scab on the cheek under the bandage broke apart, and countless blood streaks waved, then coagulated into a blood scab.

He looked up at the moon, and the moon shone on his face. Illuminated his bandaged face, illuminated the black bloody scabs on his face, and illuminated his eyes, the eyes of the horrible man-eating beast.

The blood invades the whites of the eyes, and the whites of the eyes melt into a slight blood-red color. The bloodshot is like a river vein on the earth, clearly revealing its traces.

Not happy! Not happy! He Shang only felt that he was not happy!

Small bumps protrude on the bare skin of the arm, and then the skin splits open and a large blood vessel emerges and then solidifies into a black blood crust.

(Tsk, it's just a rampage during the transition of the spiritual root.) ）

"What will happen?"

(will make your appearance even more intimidating, other than that...... It can also scare crying children. ）

Well, it seems that not every vascular burst enhances one's own state.

He Shang looked up at the moon and estimated the time he had left.

It took about one-tenth of the time to kill the family of three, plus to select the target.

The ugly time has passed, and the time has come.

According to He Shang's plan, he must complete the killing of anger during this time period.

At the latest, if it is delayed, it must be withdrawn before the hour comes.

The only point of killing now is to vent anger.

So why not try to have as much fun as possible?

He Shang smiled, put the sword back into its scabbard, and walked towards the densest part of the house.

The black cloth boots on his feet made a slight noise when they touched the gravel and rubbed against the gravel. There were still a few cars in front of the road, still green in the moonlight.

This is what was once said by Feng Shui Mr. "the land of wealth", "the land of green clouds" and so on, so the land here is expensive.

There are also many households, and the richer guys in the slums like to make their homes here.

He Shang now walked towards this rich land, holding his sword and grinning, revealing his white teeth.

After the lowly are developed, they will always turn around and show off or take revenge on the powerful people of the year. The reason why the so-called princesses and concubines of the dead country are so popular is probably this, and fortunately, most of them are former courtiers.

Even if there is no grievance, or even if they have never met, this is the darkness of people.

What a refreshing feeling it was to look up and tremble under my majesty.

That's what He Shang has to do now.

Moonlight is his accomplice, allowing him to see clearly what is in front of him. It occupies a large area and has a high wall, so you can see at a glance that it is not a poor family.

The owner of this family is surnamed Zeng and is a servant.

The servant is the official who is in charge of the service. The construction of rivers, roads, walls, ponds and marshes, and many other coolies were all handled by the officials.

He Shang looked at the high wall, and then found a random place to climb over.

Falling into the courtyard, He Shang glanced at it with a little curiosity and found that all the courtyards were planted with gold and wealth.

Jin Fugui is a kind of tree, its leaves are round and golden, like gold and copper coins, it is said to be the favorite place of the God of Wealth.

He Shang just glanced at it, and then walked on a cobblestone road, trampling on the moonlight.

He's looking, he's looking for a guy named Zeng Fu.

Liucheng Wangfa takes the age of 20 as the starting point for service, but secretly does it according to the rules of the 18-year-old. And this Zeng Fu did not follow the rules and approved He Shang, who was under eighteen years old, to be a coolie.

At that time, he was digging a river, and He Shang almost died because of it.

Oh my God~ You open your eyes.

I don't ask you to accept the princely seed sitting on the high platform~ I beg you to fix the little officials.

Do you know that grass-headed officials are the most harmful, more vicious than evil ghosts, and more evil than tigers......

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

This is a ballad that He Shang heard during his service. If you don't write a poem, don't write a song, don't sing about the plum bamboo and proud snow, don't sing the praises of the princes and generals, it's a ballad.

The singer is not a celebrity, but an old man who is about to die.

The old man was indeed dying, and died the day after singing the ballad. It is said that his son offended the officials over there, so he sent the old man to repair the river.

He still didn't know the old man's name, but he wrote down the ballad.

The untouchables cannot fight the officials, because the officials have eaten the untouchables since ancient times. Life and death, let the officials choose.

But the man-eating beast is not afraid of the officials, for the beast is meant to eat people.

He Shang slashed through the wooden window with his sword and got in. Entering the room, he wanted to find the officer, Zeng Fu.

When he entered the house, he did not find Zeng Fu, but he found another person. He Shang looked at the person who was sleeping dead, he had lived in this place before, so he naturally knew that this was Zeng Fu's son.

He was pale, slightly chubby, and had obviously not done any heavy work, and had never been exposed to the wind and sun, which was rare in slums. However, if you think of who he is, you can come up with a reasonable explanation.

He Shang glanced at this guy, looked around, and found a set of clothes piled up haphazardly from the place next to him.

He stepped forward and took a closer look. The clothes are cyan and supple, and they are definitely comfortable to wear.

The people of Liucheng advocate cyan, because cyan represents Qingyun, on behalf of official career, on behalf of glory and wealth.

Expensive, this is He Shang's first reaction.

The way is not right, this is He Shang's second reaction.

Contact his identity as Lao Tzu, and then think about the cyan clothes in front of him that do not fit the slum area, the basic context has come out.

It must have been his old man who did something, opened the back door for others, and made a way to get rich. Others thanked Zeng Fu, so they sent a green cloth.

This is the case with He Shang's speculation, and other possibilities cannot be ruled out.

But what about the scribbled reasoning? He Shang did not intend to act as a righteous man.

Holding the clothes in his hand, He Shang smiled coldly and walked towards Zeng Fu's son who was lying on the bed.

Crushing the head of this "big young master", he wanted to do it a long time ago.

He still has the strength, and he has encountered a good opportunity, and there is enough reason.

Have fun! He Shang wants to have fun. So what could be more enjoyable than pinching a big young master to death?

The low-level untouchables have always had a heart to abuse and kill big people in their hearts.

There are two important steps to crush the skull. First, find a head. Second, prepare a layer of obstruction in advance to prevent the contents of the skull from bursting open and leaving your hands unclean.

He Shang found the head, and Zeng Fu's son was still snoring and sleeping to death.

The cyan clothes were wrapped in his hands, and He Shang put his hand on the other party's head, slowly descended, and then grabbed it violently.

The touch of the flesh of the cheeks in my hand, and some moist liquid, I don't know if it's a nosebleed or something.

The other party was obviously awake and struggled desperately. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was covered and he couldn't. So he could only struggle to the death, and the wooden bed creaked because of it.

Hands and feet danced wildly, his hands grabbed He Shang's hand that was pinching his head, and his feet kicked desperately.

The opposite side struggled desperately, and He Shang used all his strength to crush this head.

Have fun, have fun, crush the head of a big young master will definitely be fun.

He thought so, and then he sadly realized that he didn't have enough strength. Crushing the skull with one hand requires a lot of force, because the human skull is very hard.

He Shang was a little disappointed for a moment, but he quickly came up with another way.

One hand grabbed the head, and the other free hand clenched into a fist and swung towards the head.

One punch, two punches, three punches, He Shang's fist was very heavy, so that guy quickly stopped moving.

I don't know if I fainted, or if I died, I don't know if I was alive or dead. But does that make sense to Ho Shang?

The sword was drawn, and with a single sword, the head was cut in half.

The top half, the bottom half, and a lot of sticky stuff comes out of the middle.