In the middle of Fireworks Alley, in a steaming beef offal stall, the thin and short Zhao Fugui was busy there.
He kept scanning the surroundings with a hidden evil look.
The business at the stall today far exceeded his expectations and was very good.
Recently, there has been a mysterious case in Rizhao City, and the number of customers in Flower Street has become very rare, and the number of vendors who have been driven out to set up stalls has also dropped sharply. He is the only one nearby.
But no one would have thought that such an honest-looking street vendor would actually be the culprit of the Rizhao City mystery, the demon cultivator from the remnants of the Soul Receiving Sect.
Not even Zhao Fugui himself thought of this.
In the past twenty or thirty years, he lived a very simple life. He had a dilapidated hut outside the city that only provided shelter from the wind and rain, and a very fierce and strong wife.
Every night when night fell, he would push his cart to the Fireworks Alley to set up a stall. Until the sky turned white, he would push the cart out of the city and return home, where he would sleep during the day.
He looked at the prosperous and decadent life in Fireworks Alley every day, without any fluctuation in his heart.
He felt that those well-dressed girls and the well-dressed rich people were two different worlds from him. Although they were very close, they were still far apart.
It went like this year after year, day after day, until one day 10 years ago.
Not long after he left the stall that day, he was caught in a violent storm, and it was as dark as if ink had been splashed on him.
Then he hurriedly pushed the cart back home, hoping to get home before the heavy rain came or to find a cave to take shelter.
But when he walked into a cave, he accidentally fell into a big river.
This was not the first time he had come to this cave to take shelter from the rain. He didn't know when there would be such a cold river here.
He only felt that he was carried very far by the river. When he climbed to the shore again, he found that he had come to a very strange place.
There are bones everywhere here and there is a cold atmosphere everywhere, as if you are in hell.
As soon as he climbed ashore, he picked up a booklet, which actually recorded a kind of cultivation technique.
What surprised him the most was that this practice did not require any qualifications. It could be said that just anyone could practice it.
Zhao Fugui never dared to dream before that he would have such an opportunity.
Could it be that God saw that he was pitiful and wanted to save his humble life?
It's just that this technique is very evil. If you want to get started, you must first kill a living person.
Zhao Fugui's heart was beating wildly when he saw this page. He probably guessed that this was the magic method mentioned by the immortal cultivators. He thought to himself: Can others discover it?
When he woke up from this incident, he found that the rain had stopped. Only then did he realize that there was no river here and that he was in a cemetery on a barren mountain.
It's just that the practice book is still in his hand.
After returning home, I was scolded by his tough temperament because he lost the cart where he set up his stall.
Zhao Fugui, who had endured it for so many years, couldn't bear it anymore, so he killed his tough wife, which was a stepping stone for him to enter spiritual practice.
Therefore, Zhao Fugui embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
Because the practice of magic skills is extremely fast and does not require any resources, just keep killing animals.
During the entire process of cultivation, Zhao Fugui's heart was changed to a very distorted state, and his temperament became very crazy.
He had never been angry in the past few decades, but since he practiced that technique, he began to hate his extremely ugly wife, hate those dignitaries, hate those literati, hate those girls who are dressed up and dressed up, and even
He even hates his own humbleness...
These things were not forced upon him by the technique, but such seeds already existed in his heart, and this technique only catalyzed them to take root and sprout.
In the past few decades, he had never realized that he hated those people so much.
Now he has great power and the ability to hate others.
It took him 10 years to practice this technique to the point of condensing virtual images.
In the past 10 years, he has successively killed many people in order to practice.
It was just that they were on the edge of the village outside Rizhao City, and they were separated by a relatively long time, so no one had checked them out, and some of them had not even been discovered yet.
Gradually, he found pleasure in this killing.
But the successive deaths also aroused some people's vigilance.
Now many people have moved away from the village where he lives, and the remaining ones don't dare to go out alone at night.
After comprehensive consideration, he set the goal of refining the materials for the condensation elixir within the city, and on those people he had always hated.
Because he does these things very carefully, he has not been discovered so far.
It's just that he doesn't have a storage weapon like a practitioner, so he can only preserve the human hearts he dug out some time ago like beef. Unfortunately, this method cannot be stored for too long, so he must speed up
The steps gather the hearts and minds that are needed.
After a period of hard work, he was only two short of 18 living hearts. He only needed to kill two more people tonight, and he would have a chance to condense the virtual image and leave Rizhao City.
Zhao Fugui stared at the two figures in front of him with a cold expression.
One is a rich man with a big belly and a greasy face, and the other is his servant.
At this time, the servant drove the carriage and took the rich man out of here just now.
When Zhao Fugui saw this, he thought to himself: "We can call it a day after finishing this job tonight."
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"Let me tell you, three gentlemen, although the business in my store is not very good today, it is not a place for people to rest."
"When you came in, you didn't order any food or drinks, and you didn't call me a girl. Could it be that you mistook my shop for a tea stall, right?"
Not long after Yang Yi and the others sat down, a richly made-up madam came over and complained to the three of them, venting his dissatisfaction.
The madam looked at the three well-dressed young men and thought they were children from a rich family. However, he didn't expect that they had been sitting here for a while. They didn't want drinks or call girls. They didn't want to come here to spend money for fun.
, so I came up and prepared to drive people away.
The brothel is a place where idlers are not allowed to enter. It was because the business was not good today that the madam tolerated them for so long.
After hearing this, Yang Yi turned his head and glanced at the madam, and said lightly: "You think we don't spend money, right? That's good! Give me another fruit plate."
puff……
As soon as they finished speaking, Liao Yihai and Bei Yin couldn't help laughing, with a hint of embarrassment in their laughter.
This guy is really interesting. He ordered the cheapest fruit plate when he came here, and he also put on such a arrogant attitude. I don’t know how he did it.
Liao Yihai said in a low voice at this time: "Brother, I think you should call a few girls. If that doesn't work, let me bring you some food and drinks. I'll treat you."
Liao Yihai can be considered a rich second generation. Although the spirit jade was deducted by his father, he still has some gold and silver treasures in his hands.
As soon as Yang Yi heard this, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt the Haoran Sword in the consciousness space being restless.
His originally lazy look suddenly became focused, and he immediately turned his head to look out the door.
I saw a carriage slowly passing by the gate, and behind the carriage was a merchant pushing a cart ready to go home.
The small car following the big car would not attract anyone's attention at all. The two cars passed through the gate one after the other.
Yang Yi was very puzzled at this time, how could such a small vendor cause Haoran Jian's agitation?
The agitation of the Haoran Sword is not so easy to cause. Yang Yi has also experimented before. If he wants to arouse its agitation, he has to bear at least 20 lives and accumulate enough health to reach the threshold.
At this time, he stood up and said, "If something happens, follow Beiyin and don't make any noise. Junior Brother Liao, you stay here and carefully observe the situation of the entire Flower Street."
After saying this, he walked directly out the door.
Upon hearing this, Liao Yihai suddenly became excited and sat up straight.
Beiyin patted his shoulder carelessly and said:
"Don't worry. If the sky falls, Yang Yi and I will hold you up. You can just stay here and pay attention to the surroundings."
He acts like a big brother.
After saying this, he followed Yang Yi closely and walked out of the brothel's gate.