Chapter 1, the Central Plains is a little red

Night, spring night, there is rain, and the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is dense like sorrow.

Spring is still early, but the night is already very deep, and the watchman has already completed his task, and hurried home to sleep with his wife, and is now asleep.

The cold night, the cold night of the continuous spring rain, the people in the city have already slept, but there is still a lamp lit in the deep alley, a residual lamp that may be blown out by the wind at any time.

There were two people on the lamp, and there were two people who were already not a small grade.

It was a husband and wife, a man and a woman in their mid-forties.

The honest-looking man stood carefully in front of the lamp, protecting it from the cold wind, while the woman stood in front of the small, humble noodle stall, looking left and right, as if soliciting business.

The time has passed, and the people in the city have fallen asleep, where is there any business?

Those who should sleep are asleep, and those who shouldn't sleep will not sleep no matter how late they are. Naturally, they are not confused, they are just doing the sound of people who should not be asleep at this time, as long as this business is done, they will not have to do business for a few years.

But even so, in seven days they will come again to make a bigger business. After that business, they will be able to eat and drink for the rest of their lives.

They didn't think about the business in seven days, they just thought about how to do this business well first, so that they could finish this business alive.

What kind of business are they doing?

The answer was soon revealed.

The wind is strong and the rain is slanting.

This deep alley should not have been frequented, but three people patronized it in one hour.

And it just so happened that there were three tables set up on this noodle stall.

Each of the three occupied a table, and none of them spoke.

The proprietress stood in front of the noodle stall and looked at the three guests happily, but she didn't mean to say hello, but the face that was already crippled smiled very happily, and there were layers of folds.

During this half an hour, the proprietress only made one action when she laughed, handing two long and thin chopsticks to the honest boss, and what about the boss?

The boss took the proprietress and stood like a boulder without any movement. Even the slightest expression on his face was so stingy that he didn't dare to flow out.

Half an hour later, another man walked up to the stall.

But he no longer has a seat, and the three of them occupy a seat by themselves, and their bodies exude the aura that no one is allowed to enter. So the man had to stand honestly.

By this time, the proprietress had suddenly stopped smiling, and she stepped on the noodle stall and looked playfully at the fourth person standing upright. And what about the boss? The boss has moved, he has appeared in front of the four guests.

The boss didn't look at the four of them too much, for this group of people who came to eat noodles so late at night. The boss was not surprised at all, and said lightly: "I only prepared nine bowls of noodles." ”

"I have three bowls, one bowl each of gold, honeysuckle, and pearls. A knifeman with a broken arm said, slapping the table with his only hand.

"I have three bowls, gold and silver flowers. "Said a gunman with a deep 'ten' on his face, his voice hoarse, like a devil crying.

"I'm three bowls, the same as them. The last guest who occupied the table said coldly, wearing a hat and extremely thin. But there is a majesty in the words that no one can convince of, and this is naturally an extremely powerful person.

The honest and honest boss pointed at the last guest who was the most handsome and dressed in the most fancy clothes with his long chopsticks, and said, "What about you? ”

The guest dressed as a boy smiled shyly and said, "I know there is no face anymore." ”

The boss said, "Then why don't you leave?"

The man said: "I never go back empty-handed. ”

The boss frowned and said, "Oh, what do you want to do then?"

The man smiled again, but this time his smile was not shy, but indescribably strong, and the man said, "I don't want gold, silver, or pearl flowers, I only need a thousand taels of silver." ”

One thousand taels of silver. Before these five words were finished, the boss's brows had already relaxed, and the proprietress on the noodle stall began to laugh again.

At the same time, three guests were sitting on the bench steadily, and three guests had already stood up. And soon appeared in front of the young man.

The one-armed swordsman's knife was in his hand and pierced the man's chest.

The gunman with the cross scar on his face had also stabbed the man in the head with his spear, through the man's mouth, and out of the back of the head.

The last swordsman with a hat slashed the man in two with his sword.

The five words of a thousand taels of silver can never be uttered, and how can a dead man speak?

Knives, guns, and swords were withdrawn at the same time.

The three of them sat at three tables in turn.

The table was no longer empty, but three bowls of noodles.

There are no noodles in the hot soup. However, there are three pearls in each bowl of soup: goldenrod, honeysuckle, and pearl flower.

Three people killed that person in an instant, and the proprietress of this noodle stall was able to send noodles to the table in an instant, which shows that this proprietress has good martial arts.

The boss was busy dragging the fledgling youth away so as not to get in the way.

After finishing this physical work, the honest boss had already put down his chopsticks and said, "I have seen your craftsmanship, which is indeed a good craft, so you are qualified to eat these three bowls of noodles." ”

"Kill whom?" The one-armed swordsman was not very patient, and it was still raining, so he didn't like to stay in the rain, so he immediately asked, he wanted to go back and get a good night's sleep after taking over this business.

The boss was not in a hurry to speak, he took out three silver tickets from his pocket and handed them to the three people.

Each silver ticket is one thousand taels.

One thousand taels, this is a lot of money, enough for a person to live a rich life, without worrying about food and clothing.

The three of them did not look happy, but frowned.

The deposit is 1,000 taels, and the price of the person killed is at least 5,000 taels, which is not much.

The boss's expression was still very flat, and he didn't seem to notice the expressions on the faces of the three of them, and said, "Whoever is the number one killer in the world, you will kill whoever you want." ”

The silent night was suddenly filled with murderous intrigue.

For a long, long time, no one spoke.

In the deep alley, there is only the sound of wind and rain.

I don't know how long it took, but the one-armed swordsman who came to the noodle stall first stood up and left without looking back.

The second guest, the gunman, glared at the boss of Mu Ne, and turned away with a firm step.

The silver was still on the table, and neither of them took it.

Obviously, they gave up on the business.

The third guest, the third with a hat, also stood up and turned to leave, but at this time, the proprietress who was standing in the noodle stall suddenly appeared and blocked the man's path.

The proprietress looked at the hat man with a smile and said, "You agreed?"

The hat-man shook his head: "I can kill anyone in the world, but I will never dare to touch him." ”

The proprietress was curious: "Because he is the number one killer in the world?"

The hatsman continued to shake his head: "Because I don't want to die." ”

The proprietress nodded in understanding: "Everyone is afraid of death, once a person dies, even if there is more silver taels, it can't be spent." ”

The hatsman helped him and said, "Yes, so I refuse your deal." ”

The proprietress said, "You have the right to refuse, but why did you take our thousand taels of silver?"

The hat-bearer suddenly laughed and said, "Therefore I am smarter than them, and I can help you do what you want." ”

The proprietress looked at the hat curiously, "Oh, you know what we want to do?"

The hat-taker squinted at the boss who had picked up the chopsticks again, and quickly turned to look at the boss and said, "In seven days, you will see him here, so you have not spent your thousand taels of silver unjustly." ”

After saying that, the hat man bypassed the proprietress and left.

The boss held the long chopsticks in his hand and never moved it, he could do it, but the proprietress did not give the order to do it, so he did not do it.

The man had gone away, and the boss walked up to the proprietress and asked, "How reliable are his words?"

The proprietress was silent for a moment and said, "Three points." ”

Regarding the boss lady giving away a thousand taels of silver because she only had three points of credibility, the boss didn't have a surprised expression on his face, and said: "This is the highest chance we have seen in the past half a month, I hope he can succeed." ”

The proprietress smiled, walked to the noodle stall, and directly moved out the person whose body had been cut in two, and said, "Only when he dies can he give up this task." ”

The boss squatted down, took off the high-quality iron sword and a piece of jade pendant from the corpse, and said, "Yes, even if he fails, we still earn five hundred taels of silver, and this business is not a loss." ”

The proprietress laughed happily, and although her hands were covered with blood, she still threw herself into the boss's arms very happily.

The boss hugged the proprietress and showed a very pleasant smile on his face, and he couldn't tell that this boss was the wood just now.

The proprietress hugged the boss and muttered, "Did you say he would come?"

The boss whispered, "What about him?"

The proprietress said: "Naturally, the Central Plains is a little red." ”

The Central Plains is a little red, the number one killer in the world, the person the three of them wanted to kill just now.

The boss no longer had a smile on his face, and was silent for a while, and then said with certainty: "He will come, and a little red in the Central Plains will come." ”

The proprietress also seemed to be influenced by the boss's self-confidence, and made a decision: "Since this is the case, then invite him to come." ”

The boss said one word: "Good!"

The next day, the noodle stall in the deep alley was gone.

The husband-and-wife business never does normal business.

Seven days, seven days later, the disappeared noodle stall reappeared after the hour, and it rained heavily on this day.

They are waiting for someone, waiting for someone who is extremely famous in the rivers and lakes.

He has a name that no one in the rivers and lakes does not know: the Central Plains is a little red.

The rivers and lakes called him the number one killer in the world.

But will a little red in the Central Plains appear?

The couples on the noodle stall don't know, they can only wait honestly. (To be continued.) )