The most thorough way to kill a person is to punish the heart.

The sword can't kill the heart, but it can.

So sometimes, paper is easier to kill than a sword.

At least that's what He Yunsheng, the richest man in Jiangnan, thinks at the moment, because there is a piece of paper on his yew long desk table, a piece of paper that asks for his life.

This piece of paper is very ordinary, even worse than what is sold on the market. But this ordinary piece of paper has made him unable to even hold the purple sand teapot in his hand.

He Yunsheng shouldn't be afraid, because his brother is He Wei, a well-known first-class killer in the rivers and lakes in recent years, and they are still from the same school. There are countless people who want to kill him, but after living for so many years, there are very few who dare to kill him.

can make an old Jianghu so panicked, how terrible is this piece of paper?

He Yunsheng's doorman, Master He's doorman, lost thousands of flowers-Hong Wanhua read:

Seek the king's life, chase the king's soul. The prayer post is out, and it is limited to seven nights. May you be happy and wait for your visit. --Soul Chaser

I have to say that this post is really ridiculously written, not only to chase the soul, but also to say that I wish you joy. But up and down the He Mansion, no one could laugh.

The person who wrote the post is crazy, and people who are so crazy usually don't end well. But if the person who posted it already knows the details of He Yunsheng and knows the relationship between He Wei and him, he can still place this "soul chasing post". So how confident is he?

It has been four days since Mr. He received this post, but everything around him is still calm. It's just that these four days seem to have made He Yunsheng more than ten years old.

Killing people is nothing more than punishing the heart, this truth is actually not difficult to understand, but not many people know how to use it. What is the sacredness of the 'soul chasing son'? He Yunsheng couldn't find this person even if he tried to break his brain in four days.

Now the poor ghost lying in the small wine shop on the edge of the He Mansion is drinking alone and burning knives with water. If he knew that He Yunsheng regarded him like this, he might know what shyness was for the first time in his life.

Because this 'soul chaser' who knows how to kill people with paper was like a beggar four days ago, dirty and smelly, and almost died of thirst because he had no money to buy wine.

This 'soul chasing son' is Shen Qiye.

For the first time, Shen Qiye discovered that silver is such a useful thing, silver can buy good wine and food, can make people respect you, and can also keep you alive.

People around him asked him why he didn't drink water to save his life, and he always smiled and said, "If a person has already tasted wine, how can he still drink such a thing?" ”

Everyone only said that there was a poor fool who would rather die than drink, so they didn't pay any more attention. Until one day, the bartender picked up the unkempt Shen Qiye from the chair and threw it on the ground.

"Stinky food, get out of here if you don't have money to drink!"

Shen Qiye got up, licked his chapped lips, and said with a smile: "Although you don't have money to drink, Hengzhu doesn't owe you money for wine." You pushed me off the chair like this, shouldn't you invite me to a bowl of wine to accompany me?"

The bartender also started laughing, laughing more and more, and finally had to hold his stomach. Shen Qiye laughed with him, laughing very happily, he felt that he had a drink to drink.

He couldn't figure out why the bartender had had laughed enough and picked up a black piece and smashed it down on his head.

But that didn't stop him from making a move.

Because the bartender had fallen to the ground in an instant.

When the big man fell to the ground, he still held the knife in his hand to chop beef, but there was an inexplicable rusty nail in his throat.

No one saw how the nail got into his throat, just as no one noticed the legs of the chairs that had long since fallen apart.

This is the first time Shen Qiye has killed someone, and the feeling of killing is actually not good.

But some people think it's good, and those who think it's good usually have the need to kill.

Shen Qiye can kill people, and it is easy to kill, so some people also think that Shen Qiye is very good.

The "someone" was none other than a young woman at the next table. She looked at the iron nail in the bartender's throat with a smile, then looked at Shen Qiye, who looked sluggish, and got up and sat down opposite him.

"Someone" looks like she is only twenty-eight years old, but the status of this little girl is not low.

There were more than a dozen respectful-looking bodyguards standing behind her, so it could be seen that if she was not the lord of a prince's family, she must be a young lady from a big family.

Her silk and satin clothes and jeweled ornaments are very luxurious, and it can be seen that "someone" has at least 9,000 yuan, if not necessarily a family fortune.

Such a person would not have had any intersection with Shen Qiye, but now not only did he have an intersection, but he even invited him to drink a pot of fine bamboo leaf green.

"That bartender has eyes and doesn't know Taishan, and he dares to offend a master like Gongzi, it's really a pity to die. "Someone" said with a smile while helping Shen Qiye pour wine.

A woman who knows how to laugh always has a way to attract men. The laughter when pouring wine is very good, and there are not many women in the world who can laugh so well.

Shen Qiye seemed to be indifferent, just caring about whether the wine in the bowl was full.

If there are a few playboys who have been in love for a long time here, they will definitely scold this stupid boy for not understanding the amorous feelings and snubbing the beauty.

It's just that they don't know that this stupid boy has been listening to Li Xinyue's laughter for more than ten years, and the laughter of the girl in front of him is nothing special to him at all.

"Why did I kill someone?" Shen Qiye asked to himself.

"The technique of sealing the throat with this nail is so superb, even if it is the famous Dianshui Hall Master in the south of the Yangtze River, the iron dragonfly-Iron Traceless may not be able to dodge it. How can a little bartender be immortal? Childe doesn't need to be too humble, but I don't know who Childe studied from, and the secret weapon technique is so superb?"

"Someone" continued to ask, without being annoyed or annoyed.

Shen Qiye's expression was a little gloomy, and he said: "I haven't learned any secret weapons, and I didn't hide it before I made a move, I don't know why he died." ”

"Someone" couldn't help laughing, secretly saying that if this person is not hidden, he is a fool.

"As for my master, she is a very beautiful but strange person, who brought me up since I was a child, but insisted that I call her senior sister. She and I live in the valley all year round, and you probably won't know about it. Shen Qiye said, but his godless eyes seemed to be smiling.

The temper of the eldest lady of "someone" has always been if she wants to, and no beautiful woman can stand the man in front of her who ignores her, but praises other women vigorously.

Especially for women like her, the men who usually let her pour wine have long been well-behaved like dogs.

So she offended someone.

"Isn't that child's master a peerless beauty? It's a pity that her old family raised you since she was a child, and now she is also a half-old. If the son wants to disregard the etiquette and forbid her old man, he must first weigh his age to see if he can serve her!"

She must have wanted to say something nasty, but somehow she didn't say it.

She must have regretted offending this man.

It wasn't because her conscience found out, but Shen Qiye pressed the dry wine bowl directly into her face.