This town located in the south of the city is full of shops and stalls selling cloth and textiles.
However, most of the shops and stalls are closed and the bustle and bustle of the past is gone.
In recent years, the imperial taxation has become more and more heavy, and the commercial taxation has been even more burdensome. Only traces of the former glory have long been left.
Wei He walked along the street, his head lowered, covering most of his head and face with cloth, his feet hurried, and the clothes he was wearing were replaced by the most popular ordinary gray linen.
During these days, he did not just rely on his third senior brother Cheng Shaojiu to find out information about Chen Biao and the others.
After following carefully several times, he got the residence addresses of Chen Biao and the others.
Lowering his head and crossing a broken bamboo pole where clothes were hung, Wei He quickly came to a small, short and broken yard.
The courtyard door was ajar, and a woman with red eyes happened to come out with her packed luggage and a boy who was only a few years old.
The woman was somewhat pretty, but the tear stains on her face and red and swollen eyes showed that she was in a very bad state at this time.
Taking the boy with her, the woman took one look at Wei He's dress, lowered her head and left quickly without closing the door.
Wei He knew this man.
It was Chen Biao's daughter-in-law Shan Ju, and in front of her was a famous widow in the neighborhood.
"Who is outside!?" Chen Biao's voice came from the yard. He was a little confused.
Wei He pushed open the door and entered the courtyard.
In the middle of the yard, Chen Biao was sitting on the steps in front of the inner room with a gray cloth bandage on one arm and a little blood stain on it.
"Chen Biao, as soon as I heard that you were injured, I rushed over." Wei He smiled.
"You? Are you...?" Chen Biao stood up in confusion.
He wanted to say something later, but suddenly he felt blurred in front of his eyes, and a handful of white ash was violently sprinkled on his face.
ah!!
Chen Biao waved his right hand randomly, trying to block possible attacks.
Wei He kicked Chen Biao in the lower abdomen, picked up a hoe from a corner, and hit Chen Biao on the head several times.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Throwing away the hoe, Wei He turned around and left the yard without even looking at the silent Chen Biao, and closed the door with his backhand.
Then without saying a word, he quickly walked away with his head wrapped.
I left Nanshan Town, walked to the small river between the towns, and sat among a patch of wild grass.
He just gasped for air.
Everything was just as he had planned from the beginning, and it went smoothly. The injured Chen Biao had no power to resist at all, not to mention that he had sprinkled lime eyes in advance.
I have simulated it so many times before, but when I actually started doing it, it was much easier than I thought.
Chen Biao, who he imagined was strong and intimidating, ended up doing this without even humming.
‘No one saw me when I came in and out, I kept my head covered, and I wasn’t called by his name in the process. Only the widow Shan Ju saw me, but she probably didn’t see my face.’
Wei He shook his hands, took off the gray cloth on his head, took off his coat, and turned it over to cover the blood spots on it.
‘I wonder what Chen Biao is like? If he hit it with such force, it should be...’ Wei He didn’t think about it any further.
Although death is very rare in this world, bodies can often be pulled out of sewers in the city.
Outside the city, corpses are often eaten by wild dogs, and wild dogs are trapped and eaten by people.
But the difference is that this time, Chen Biao may really die, and he will die by his own hands.
Wei He kept taking deep breaths and adjusting his physical condition.
‘Chen Biao has been keeping an eye on his second sister Wei Ying, and he often kidnaps people. He almost stole my money to learn martial arts before. If he doesn’t die, my second sister will not be able to feel at ease.
So, I am doing harm to the people. I am right, I am right.’
Wei He kept making excuses for himself, but actually he knew it in his heart.
Originally, when he went there, he really planned to destroy Chen Biao, not kill people.
But when he actually started to move his hands, his mind went blank and all his strength burst out, for fear that Chen Biao would shout his name.
In order to prevent him from making a sound, I subconsciously hit him on the head. After hitting him five or six times, I realized that my blow was too heavy.
Now that I think about it, with his head covered, the other person probably couldn't tell who he was.
'And the hoe made of wrought iron, even if I hit it with the strength of lifting a stone weighing 80 kilograms, it would all hit my head...'
Wei He actually knew in his heart that Chen Biao was definitely out of business.
He is not worried about the government, because now the government is completely indifferent. People die every day in and outside the city, and there are various crimes every day, but the officials at the Yamen are as if they are blind and deaf.
Completely ignore it.
"So... this is killing..." Wei He's hands were still trembling, but he knew he had to adapt.
In this era, if people are not ruthless, they will not survive.
If he doesn't want to die, he can only let others die.
After a long time, he stood up.
Turn around and walk towards the town.
Not long after.
Another residence of Chen Biao's followers is in a small bungalow.
Wei He walked in expressionlessly, and soon walked out with a little blood on his hands.
The first time I did it, I was a little scared, but once I got used to it, I felt less nervous.
Next is the third place, Chen Biao's second follower's residence.
It was a small mud house located between two towns.
When Wei He arrived here, it was almost dark.
The area around the earthen house was empty and a wasteland.
There were a lot of dried corn stalks piled outside the house.
Wei He walked to the door and knocked gently.
Boom, boom, boom.
It was quiet. There was no sound inside.
Boom, boom, boom.
He knocked on the door again and waited.
After waiting for a while, there was still no sound inside.
After thinking for a while, he walked to the window and looked in through the crack in the window.
The doors and windows of this kind of earth house are usually not very airtight, and the gaps are very large. If you get closer, you can see what is going on inside.
Wei He vaguely used the skylight to see a person lying on his side on the bed in the room.
It's a man wearing a short black mandarin jacket.
'Someone.'
He walked to the door again, looked around and saw no one around.
Then he took a few steps back, then lunged forward and kicked.
Bang!
This kick easily opened the broken wooden door of the earthen house.
He has been training for more than half a year, and his strength is no longer the thin little man he was before.
Now his figure is almost the same as Chen Biao, who once made him nervous, and his strength is probably about the same. One or two people may not be able to hold him down.
The door was kicked open, but there was still no sound inside.
Wei He was confused and wary, standing at the door and looking in.
"Zhao Deli, get up." He said loudly.
The man on the bed didn't move, as if he hadn't heard.
The room was filled with an unpleasant stench, like some rotting meat.
Wei He's expression changed slightly, and he had a vague suspicion.
He walked closer and stretched out his hand to turn the person on the bed over to take a look.
A pale face, with only skin and bones left, appeared in front of him.
The two eyeballs on his face were shriveled and dry, and there were tiny black bugs crawling in and out of his nostrils.
This Zhao Deli, Chen Biao's follower, has been dead for who knows how long.
No one even found out he was dead.
And the most important thing is that there is a child leaning on this man's arms.
The child curled up into a ball, its small face was covered with skin and bones, and there were a lot of black bugs crawling in and out of its ear holes and its open mouth.
Wei He's scalp went numb, he quickly took a few steps back, ran out of the room and gasped for air.
On the one hand, I was frightened by the corpse, but more importantly, I was frightened by the smell.
Of the three people, two died by his own hands, and one had been dead for who knows how long.
The grudge was settled, but Wei He didn't feel at all happy in his heart.
He washed his hands by the nearby river, and then returned to his old house somewhat numbly.
Over and over in his mind was the image of the mummy that died on the bed.
He had inquired clearly before that Zhao Deli had a young child. However, he did not expect that this man had been holding his own child and died in his own home for who knows how long.
'This is troubled times, this is human life.'
Wei He was sitting alone on his bed. The thin moonlight outside the window hit the side of his face, leaving a faint pale color.
He didn't sleep well all night. He tossed and turned in bed, and the mummified child kept reappearing in his mind.
It wasn't until dawn that he got up again and ate the moneyworm meat he bought from the drug store.
This thing is more resistant to hunger than ordinary meals, and it accumulates the realm-breaking beads in the chest faster.
Wei He tried his best to shake off the images in his mind. He felt a little more at ease when he thought that he still had a special ability in his chest that he had acquired since time travel.
It's just that this money insect meat, although the energy of accumulating realm-breaking beads is fast, the taste is not flattering.
Wei He put a small piece into his mouth. It tasted like dry wood when chewed. He had to mix it with a large amount of water before he could swallow the small piece.
the other side.
Nanshan Town, Zhao Deli Tsuchiya.
Before the sun went up over the mountain, several strong men in gray shorts had already arrived in front of the earthen house.
"Is this here?"
"yes."
Several people whispered.
Then he kicked the door open and a person quickly went in for a short while and came out soon after.
"They're all dead."
"This is where the woman last stayed. Those black insects are the traces. Look around. The black insects are still alive. She must not have gone far." The man in the lead said solemnly.
"According to the traces, she should have stayed here, temporarily hiding in this earthen house for a while, and then left."
"She must be found. In addition, one person must be left to kill everyone who may be involved and has seen the black-lettered insect."
"good!"
Not long after, the entire earthen house burst into flames, and after several people made sure that everything inside was burned, they turned around and left quietly.
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...
Time flies by so fast, and in a blink of an eye, another month has passed.
Wei He practiced his moves hard every day and also started his first skin resurfacing at the same time.
Swish, swish, swish.
In the courtyard of Huishanquan, in front of a large wooden basin, Wei He kept hitting the sand in the wooden basin in front of him with his bare arms.
Dry and hard sand is the first step in practicing skin grinding.
Wei He's movements were neither fast nor slow, and each time he dug his fist deeply into the sand, causing every part of the fist surface to be thoroughly rubbed.
After rubbing like this for half an hour, he pulled out his fists, put them into the medicinal soup on the side, and soaked them for fifty breaths.
There is also a charcoal fire placed under the medicinal soup to maintain the heat.
Like him, he was also practicing skin resurfacing, and there were several men around him.
There are people outside with their arms folded, waiting for rotation.
Each and every position where you can practice microdermabrasion is also very valuable.