The inner city is the original urban area of Heishan City, and the outer city is a mixed settlement of nearby villages that have migrated over the years.
Not only is it dirty, it's messy.
It was okay during the day, but at night, few people in the outer city dared to go out alone.
Yang Yu worked in a government office. Although he was just a government servant who could not be considered a temporary worker, he had often heard about murders and illegal goods.
Therefore, as soon as evening came and the people who were following him left, Yang Yu took the house deed, the field deed, and the broken knife and went out.
There are still traces of heavy rain in the past few days, and the road is still a little muddy.
Yang Yu walked carefully through the alleys, avoiding the gangsters wandering in the streets, and walked towards the inner city.
"There are many forces in the outer city, and there is also a large sect with a large number of people like the Liansheng Sect. But we cannot trade with them..."
Yang Yu calmed down and thought about it carefully.
One year was enough for him to have a general understanding of Black Mountain City. Compared to the chaotic outer city, the inner city was much better.
At least it won't look so ugly when you eat it.
"Woo~"
On the road, Yang Yu could faintly hear the sound of someone sobbing, and many people had white cloth hanging on their houses.
"Another death."
Yang Yu sighed in his heart and quickened his pace.
There will be vultures circling in the land of rotting corpses, eating away at every household, not just his own.
Yang Yu entered the inner city before the city was closed. He turned around a few streets and came to an alley.
During the year he traveled through time, he didn't do anything. Whenever he had free time, he didn't go to the elementary school to learn calligraphy.
I just came here to learn martial arts.
Of course, this is not a martial arts school. With his family's financial background, he cannot afford the high tuition fees.
Everyone knows that the poor are civilized and rich in military, but in fact, neither civilized nor military has anything to do with ordinary people.
Dong Dong Dong~
The door was not closed, so Yang Prison knocked on the door and then walked into the yard quietly.
…
"There are twenty-four bones in a person's back. They may differ depending on men, women, age, and children, but they are still pretty much the same!"
"Beheading with a sword requires identifying the bones. This is both craftsmanship and compassion!"
"...Everything disappears after death. Everyone is guilty and has his own laws. We act according to orders without compromising our morality or violating the laws of heaven. We just have to remember..."
"One sword, you can only and must do it! One sword is the way to go, but two swords is a cruel killing. It will really damage your moral character and violate the laws of nature!"
"This is the biggest rule in our industry!"
…
Inside the gray-white courtyard wall, a group of teenagers squatted in the corner, holding wooden knives in both hands, with stones hanging from each wrist.
The autumn day is already cold, and the evening is even cooler, but several people are dripping with sweat.
An old man sat on a wooden chair, looking intently at the young men and scolding them from time to time.
This old man is quite old. His hair under his hood is already gray, and his face is covered with weather wrinkles. In his arms, squatting is an old monkey with gray hair.
The withered old hand kept stroking the old monkey's neck.
"call!"
Yang Prison stood outside the courtyard without coming forward, quietly listening to Old Man Wei scolding his disciples.
This lame old man Wei is very famous in Black Mountain City.
It is said that when he was young, he joined the army with his fellow villagers. After returning from a serious injury, he became an executioner. Now some of the executioners in Black Mountain City are his apprentices.
Not counting his joining the army, he has personally beheaded nearly a hundred people in these years alone.
He is a real ruthless character.
Yang Yu didn't say anything, and quietly watched these young men practicing their swordsmanship.
These young people came earlier than him, some have been practicing for seven or eight years, and some have been practicing for as little as three or four years.
Only after three years of doing odd jobs can one be able to carry a wooden knife. This is Old Man Wei's rule.
Yang Jiuman has been in charge for less than a year. Naturally, he has listened to the reprimands for a long time, but he has not touched the knife yet.
"Let's practice hard. If you learn these things, not to mention many things, you will at least have three meals of food and clothing, and a roof to cover your head. At the worst, you won't end up living on the street eating dirt."
Old Man Wei reprimanded his disciple unhurriedly, and at the end, he glanced at Yang Yu.
"Living on the streets eating dirt..."
Yang Yu smiled bitterly, wasn't he the one he was talking about?
More than a year ago, he woke up from this world and became a little beggar without a father or mother. If he had not been adopted by the old Yangtou couple, he would have almost starved to death outside the city.
People are starving to death and will eat anything.
He has really eaten dirt...
"Many people look down on our profession, but we do what we are told and rely on our skills to make a living. How can we be ashamed of ourselves?"
Old Wei stood up, hugged the monkey and walked around, one foot deep and one foot shallow, trying to walk around the house:
"If we don't live in a shabby way when we eat, it would be shabby if we let our old parents starve to death on the streets!"
Yang Yu's face was dull and he followed silently.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
Old Wei waved his hand, and the old monkey chirped a few times and jumped up to the old locust tree in the courtyard.
"I knew I couldn't hide it from the teacher..."
The light in the room became even dimmer, Yang Yu lowered his head slightly and smiled bitterly, explaining his purpose.
The peripheral vision swept across the decorations in the room and landed on the case in the middle of the room.
On the case lay an unsheathed broadsword.
The knife was vast and square, with a thick back and a broad face. There was a ghost head carved on the handle. It was white and clear, but it could not hide the smell of blood. It was chilling to look at it.
Yang Prison recognized that this knife was the decapitating knife used by Old Man Wei to behead nearly a hundred people.
Normally, Old Man Wei regarded it as a treasure and would never let anyone else touch it.
In the past, although Yang Yu was envious, he didn't think much about it, but now he glanced at it and his heart skipped a beat.
‘Is this ghost-headed sword also an ingredient?’
"Haha~"
Old Man Wei picked up the tea cup and sat upright. Hearing the words, he replied in a neutral tone:
"The Yang family is nothing, but why should I buy these acres of property and get into trouble?"
“It’s not buying, it’s giving!”
Yang Yu gave up his luck and gritted his teeth.
He took out the house deed and land deed together and slapped them on the table.
Old Man Wei was the trading partner he had long thought about.
Firstly, old man Wei is not afraid of those relatives of the Yang family at all, and secondly, he is studying under him after all.
Although they are not exactly masters and disciples, they still have some kind of affection.
Compared to others, it is much better after all.
"oh?"
Old Man Wei glanced at Yang Yu with some surprise, and then sneered: "Is it true that Tian is a traitor? Old Yang has been saving these things for most of his life."
"No matter how many things you have, it's of no use if you can't keep them."
Yang Prison is quite sober.
Rather than being eaten up by those so-called relatives, he would rather give away these acres to others and make a deal that is beneficial to him.
Wei He had a lot of disciples, but he couldn't believe that this old man really didn't care about his face and took these things for nothing.
"I have underestimated you, kid."
Old man Wei put down his tea cup and took a deep look at Yang Yu.
Wei He didn't have a deep impression of this boy who became his disciple. What he remembered most clearly was that this boy had eaten dirt.