On the sixth floor of the restaurant, in the private room by the window, several big men were sitting or standing, looking anxiously out of the window, waiting.
"The prison van is moving."
Through the drizzle, a man with a mustache moved his eyes and whispered a reminder.
"Can you see my second brother?"
A strong man with a scar on his face stepped forward and asked.
"How can you see it from such a distance?"
The mustache shook his head: "Wait a minute, there will be news."
Not long after he finished speaking, another man knocked on the door and entered the house. He suppressed his emotions and said: "Second brother got on the prison car. I saw nine of the eighteen divine arm crossbows in Black Mountain City!"
"Only nine?"
Several people in the room suddenly frowned.
The Divine Arm Crossbow is an important weapon in the army, specially used to break armor and is extremely powerful.
The mustache's brows were also furrowed and he asked, "Have you ever seen Wang Fo Bao?"
"Never."
The man shook his head.
"In other words, at this time, there are still nine divine arm crossbows in the Black Mountain Prison and the Wang Buddha Treasure that may be stationed there?"
Scarface's eyelids twitched: "Is it possible that they know our purpose? If not, Wang Buddha and Bao Ke would have been in charge of the executions in previous years."
"Third brother!"
A man looked at his mustache and said, "What kind of treasure is there in the prison? Is it worthy for the eldest brother to throw out the second brother?"
The rest of the people also looked at the mustache.
They have been lurking in Black Mountain City for more than half a year, and their plans were even earlier, but their purpose was not to save the iron dragon.
But a prison robbery!
The reason is for one thing in the prison.
"That thing..."
A trace of touching greed flashed in the mustache's eyes, but he suppressed it and looked at Scarface:
"Fourth, you lead people to the Tribulation Field! The speed must be fast, the movement must be loud, and the remaining divine arm crossbows and Wang Fo Bao must be drawn out!"
"Leave it to me, Third Brother!"
The scar-faced man smiled ferociously and stepped out.
"It should have been like this a long time ago! If you kill him, you will lose your head. How can Wang Fobao turn a blind eye?"
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Under the drizzle, Black Mountain City was hazy.
The autumn rain brought chilly air, and there were few pedestrians on the street. There were only a few people walking around in a hurry.
Yang Yu walked to Wei He's house with his heart full of worries. After walking a few steps, he was called by someone.
"Little brother, stay, stay."
Yang Yu turned around and saw that the person who called him was a stocky middle-aged man, wearing linen clothes and with a simple and honest face.
"Who are you?"
The man took two quick steps, took off his bamboo hat and handed it to Yang Yu with a flattering smile on his face.
Not picking up the bamboo hat made Yang Yu feel even more suspicious.
Before he could ask, the man blushed and took out a white steamed bun from his arms.
He took out the broken silver and handed it to Yang Yu.
"you?"
Yang Yu's heart thumped.
It was not uncommon for people to give gifts to executioners. He originally thought that this man was the same, but he never expected that he would actually see 'human blood steamed buns'.
In Black Mountain City, and even in many places, some people believe that human blood can cure tuberculosis.
Steamed buns soaked in the blood of prisoners can cure all incurable diseases.
He didn't expect that he would actually encounter such a thing.
"Little brother, please help me. My mother is really seriously ill and there is nothing we can do."
The stocky man's eyes were red.
"Human blood will not cure the disease, but if filth enters the body, it will kill your mother."
Yang Yu sighed in his heart, took out five taels of silver from his arms, and pushed back the steamed buns and broken silver that the man had stuffed him with:
"Take it to buy medicine..."
"Isn't the money enough? I, I can borrow it again..."
The man's face turned red and he spoke eagerly.
Yang Yu took a deep breath and pushed the man to stagger:
"roll!"
"Woo, ah!"
The man was stunned for a while, then fell to his knees and cried loudly.
After turning a corner, Yang Yu stopped, listening to the crying in the rain, with mixed feelings in his heart.
The man may not believe that human blood steamed buns can cure all diseases, but he has no choice but to try.
Life is cheap, medicine is expensive.
This may be funny, but it actually happens.
In the year since he traveled back in time, he has seen too many similar things.
"This fucking world..."
Sighing, Yang Yu opened the door of Wei He's house.
He was in so much trouble that he had no choice or ability to help others.
There is a will, but there is no power.
In the yard, an old monkey named Wangcai was squeaking in the rain, confronting a wild cat with exploded fur.
Under the eaves, old man Wei was holding a dry cigarette in his mouth, wondering what he was thinking.
Seeing Yang Yu coming back, he pointed to the room and said, "Let's change it. It won't be good if the clothes are dirty."
Yang Yu walked under the eaves and conveyed the county magistrate's wishes.
"How much hatred? To be beheaded with a blunt knife?"
Old Man Wei was immediately unhappy when he heard this: "We are executing the execution to implement the court's laws, not to vent the anger of others!"
"Then, don't you want to go?"
Yang Yu pulled a small Maza and sat down. He didn't want to wade into this muddy water.
"Not going?"
Old Wei suddenly stared: "Why, if you don't go, do you want me to go in person?"
Since he began to accept disciples, he has not carried out executions in person for many years.
Yang Yu had no choice but to explain his worries.
"Robbery of the Dharma Field?"
Upon hearing this, Old Man Wei immediately sneered:
"How can the execution ground in Black Mountain City be so easy to calamity? Even if hundreds of people come under the crossbow of God Arm, they will all be shot into candied haws!"
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens."
Prison Yang was very sober and made a condition that he would be executed again next year.
"One blood transfusion is far from the end. A second blood transfusion is also not the end."
Wei He's voice changed and he talked about blood transfusion.
Exchanging blood is destined to be a long and arduous process. Without a lot of furniture, people who have nothing to do can only stop once.
"Young people's vitality is lively, youth is calm, it reaches its peak in middle age, and then, the vitality and blood decline. Practicing martial arts cannot violate the laws of nature."
At this point, Wei He's tone softened slightly, but became more poignant:
"Although you have good qualifications, your family has no money, and if you lack courage, you will never achieve anything in your life."
Hearing this, Yang Yu fell silent.
Old Man Wei's words spoke to his heart.
The procedure of the second blood transfusion was very similar to that of the first blood transfusion, except that the medicinal materials were several times more expensive, and he could not last long with this small amount of money.
There is really no money to be squeezed from Li Eryi's place.
"If you don't go, leave a hundred taels of silver and you won't have to come back again.
If you go, pick up the ghost-headed sword on the table and use it on the execution ground, one or two swords, whatever you want."
Wei He stood up as he spoke, took off his bamboo hat from the wall, put on his raincoat, and slowly walked out.
"Yesterday we were talking about the second half of 'Ying Earl's Cave Plays with Chun Jiao, Pan Jinlian's Garden Loves Her Son-in-Law'. I am very itchy and must go."
With that said, the old guy has already gone out. These days, he will go to the teahouse to listen to books at noon every day.
Tuliu Yang Yu squatted under the eaves, looked at the drizzle, and fell into deep thought: "Old guy, you are not afraid of getting sick..."
After a long while, he looked inside the house.
Not to mention other things, I have to touch this ghost head sword no matter what.
"Ghost-headed Sword..."
When he walked to the case and felt the strange movement of the Cauldron of Gluttony, the depression in Yang Yu's heart was relieved a little.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and grasped the ghost-headed beheading sword that smelled of blood.