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The long night is endless, it seems that Zhongni has never been born in eternity.
Probation alley.
Yunhu stood alone on the street, surrounded by high and low red brick houses.
The shell casings and parts were scattered all over the place, and the remaining flesh and blood were embedded between the bumpy particles of asphalt, which had dried up.
He exhaled tremblingly, picked up a blood-stained peaked cap with his fingers, and turned to leave
Passing through the West Market in the evening, I walked back with tears.
People in the city are talking and laughing, but I feel sad!¡ª¡ª
"Crossing the Market" by Xu Chengyao
The sky is covered with a milky color, and the sun is dense. But it was too late to tear through the dark clouds.
Killing pigs is a low level, and killing a pig is a low level!
Liu son, if I knew I should have told you to lead the knife, this bastard Jia Er is really a fucking moji, took a bag of pickles to his grandma's house?
Oh, no, we are his grandma.
Six sons, you have to understand that the Prison Department of the Ministry of Punishment of the Qing Dynasty has the most sophisticated skills and the most efficient work, so we can be called "grandma".
Da Sanmen, who eats food in the dark, the artisan who sews corpses, and the painter who makes paper figurines, all stand aside!
Who is the first one? It's us, the executioner who cut off the head.
In the third year of Tongzhi, our aunt at that time killed Zhou Xiuying, a female general of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and we helped her.
That woman is slender, with a skeleton, your grandma and we don't even bat an eye.
Since that year, we have been serving this bowl of rice for more than 50 years. During the day, we draw a white line with wax gourd, use it as a human head for practice, and use incense head at night, and we have to cut off the top of the charcoal to count.
From the helper's "nephew", to "second aunt", and then to "great aunt", when I was 43 years old, I stood alone, and people called us "Grandma Deng".
Six sons, do you know the Eight Ministers of the Xianfeng Year? How capable! All cut! Who gets the knife? I!
In the autumn of the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu, there were six heads at Caishikou outside Xuanwumen. There was a man from Sichuan called Liu Guangdi under the knife. His head fell to the ground, but his body did not fall down. He was really a hero.
Inside and outside the south gate, there is an impenetrable circle,
Why did that man come here? Let's behead!
Who applauds, for us!
Six sons, that was really the most majestic event in our life.
Six sons, don't underestimate our business. We are the law of the country and the honor code!
Let me ask you a question, in which dynasty and generation, the emperor is not allowed to have his head beheaded? Behead him, and he won't be able to leave us! Can't do without our knife!
I never imagined that in our generation, it was his mother's land master who picked out his ear and sprained it!
This unhappy official beheaded and got shot instead, damn it.
Eh? Why isn't Xiao Er coming back?
Well~ But we can't forget, Liu Zi.
Others say that this line of work is detrimental to morality? Nonsense!
The foreign devils all said that when a person dies and ascends to heaven, this is a stepping stone for a person to ascend to heaven, six~
Wait a minute, there are strangers.
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It's 20% off.
Don't talk nonsense, your grandma and I are not blind! I know he wears our belt.
What are you panicking about? Egg buns!
The year we killed Liu Guangdi was the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu. Six children, if you do the math, how many years should it be in the Gregorian calendar?
Oh, from 1898 to today, it has been a hundred years?
It has been a hundred years, just waiting for a little boy
"Can I run away from you!?"
The oiled paper bag was thrown in the air, sliced ??lotus root, shredded radish, bean skin, fungus, and kohlrabi were all over the floor.
Li Yan walked into the entrance of the vegetable market, with a black and red belt tied around his waist, his tall and thin body dangled in the street, his originally rosy face was extremely pale, like a ghost.
Encountering a small stone lion in the alley on the way, Li Yan passed through without any hindrance without avoiding it.
In front of Li Yan, sat a thin, small old man with braids on the back of his head, white hair dangling in front of his eyes, the chicken blood on his face was not dry, and he was smoking a dry pipe.
Beside the old man, stood a boy with a white face, his expression was sad and angry.
? The little old man put down the pipe pole in his hand, his eyelids were turned up, and he was very angry. With a kick, a human skull rolled to Li Yan's feet. Li Yan saw that it was his own head.
Li Yanhun didn't care, kicked the head away, approached the two step by step, and said:
"I've heard people say that when the ancients beheaded, the executioner took advantage of the prisoner's absence.??, walking out of the crowd, the knife is raised and the head is lowered, the head does not close the eyes, when it lands, it can blink three times, and the corners of the mouth are upturned, which means smiling. "
"Today, I send you two smiling Jiuquan."
What responded to him was the light of the knife facing the little old man.
Grandma Deng opened her tongue and roared, the blood on her face seemed divine
?This is a steamy fly restaurant, with dim lights, sewage flowing horizontally, human heads opening and closing mouths in the steamer, and the atmosphere is gloomy.
The headless chef, whose apron was covered in blood, was trembling, not daring to show his head behind the wine cabinet. The two men at the table seemed more to be feared than it was.
The table was full of beer, and the two sat opposite each other.
"Is it all right?"
The man poked at the table, and the strong smell of alcohol on his body almost became a sign.
Sitting across from him was a man in a suit, who was staring intently at the controller of the red and white computer in his hand, and quickly pressed his thumb.
Suddenly, the man in the suit stopped his fingers, his expression gloomy.
"Cut, hang up."
The drunkard man had a knife in his eye and hit the man in the suit in the face.
"Ahem~"
The man in the suit coughed twice, quickly put the handle back in his pocket, and stretched out his palm towards the alcoholic man.
"Introduce yourself, Rennie."
"Wushan."
"This is what you want. All the recorded information on the Yanfu incident, including inheritance, specialization strength, purchase records, etc. are all available."
Wu Shan took the yellow document bag handed over by Ren Ni.
"It's not the first time I've traded with Yuzhu's people, why haven't I seen you before?"
"I was new."
Rennie is concise and to the point.
"Is it?"
Seeing Wu Shan tearing up the paper bag, Ren Ni added with a smile: "After all, it is a gray transaction that does not comply with the regulations. Even if "Hou Tu" turns a blind eye, other people in the ten masters are also watching, so You can't let Ninja come forward, and rashly using special items that don't belong to this fruit will easily fall into the limelight, so please forgive me for the graphic version."
Wu Shan opened the paper bag and browsed quickly:
"Bi Fang, Xuan Ming, Tang Yi, Gu Huo Niao, Tao Tie, heh, there is actually a Five Immortal inheritance that has not grown up, Kui? I have seen it a few times, and it is one of the few Five Immortals with strong combat capabilities."
Wu Shan narrowed his eyes, staring at the two words on the paper.
White Pond.
Finally found¡¡
"This is also a normal thing. Escape events like this that tend to recycle resources are very rare. With a large base, there are a lot of scum and strong players. Oh, that's right."
Rennie pointed to a name on the paper.
"The Feather Lord doesn't like this man very much. If it's convenient, can you kill him? If it's you, it must be fine."
Wu Shan glanced casually.
"Gu Huo Niao? The inheritance is too weak, so I'm not interested. I don't plan to flatter that."
"That's it."
Rennie shrugged his shoulders: "That's a pity."
Wu Shan put down the document in his hand, and fixed his eyes on Ren Ni.
"Is there any problem with the information? Mr. Wu?"
"No, nothing."
Wu Shan shrugged his shoulders, then lowered his head to study the document, the owner of the [Bai Ze] inheritance is Zhao Xin.
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