One hundred and fifty-seven buried me in the mountains
The three Wu Dalang and the bodyguards of the escort agency who were holding Wu Dalang hostage were all stunned. The knife that was originally placed on Wu Dalang's neck was now useless, so they moved away. The corpse fell to the ground slumped, with the knife stuck in his forehead.
, it collided with the ground and made a muffled sound, and since then, there has been no sound.
Red and white filth splashed onto the faces of the three of them. Someone touched it and recognized that it was Wu Dalang's brain. He immediately knelt on the ground and retched.
He...killed his brother?
The reason why people were sent to Woniu Mountain to kidnap Wu Dalang down was because of Wu Erlang's respect and love for this brother when they met earlier. Zhang Bashun was betting that he would be a rat-proof weapon and would not dare to do anything to the Washington government again.
If you retreat, you won't have any chance of enmity with Wu He Escort.
After all, if a five-story martial artist deliberately disturbs the escort team, the business of Wuhe's escort agency will be greatly affected.
Seeing Wu Erlang's initial reaction, the three escorts from the escort agency who came to rob Wu Dalang thought that he would not dare to act rashly again, so they began to use their words quickly and unscrupulously. If the three of them had not acted so foolishly, Zhang Bashun would have
Ke Xiaozhi moved with emotion and reason, and discussed the pros and cons with Wu Erlang...
But it's too late to say anything now.
Wu Erlang, who threw this shocking sword, still knelt down slumped. After a while, he stood up unsteadily and walked step by step towards Wu Dalang's body at the entrance of the courtyard.
Wu He, the Escort Agency, and the Sun family all consciously made way for this man who seemed to have lost his soul.
Wu Erlang grasped the handle of the knife, and slowly, with a gentleness that was completely incompatible with his temperament, he pulled it out inch by inch. The sound of the blade rubbing against his skull was harsh, and the three Wuhe Escorts nearby actually forgot.
He ran away, watching helplessly as he pulled out the knife that even split the back of his head, and then casually discarded it on the ground.
The corpse with most of its face chopped off by the knife made it difficult to see its original appearance, but in Wu Erlang's eyes, it was still the same person who gave up most of the candied haws to him and always stood in his way when being bullied by his playmates.
In front of him, even if he was stupid, he would always love and protect his honest brother, and even if he was bullied, he would always smile innocently.
What did his brother do wrong? Why does the world have to make things so difficult for him... even refusing to let him live...
"Jesus, thief." Wu Erlang's inaudible curse made everyone in the Wu He Escort Agency and the Sun family suddenly become nervous.
"What a thief."
"What a thief."
"What a thief."
Wu Erlang stood up holding Wu Dalang's body, muttering curses, and staggered towards the gate of Huafu Courtyard. No one dared to stop him.
A woman screamed in surprise from the streets outside Washington. It must have been a passerby who was so frightened that he screamed when he saw Takejiro walking on the street with such a horrific corpse.
In the city of Ha Thanh County, I saw a man carrying a bloody corpse walking on the street during the day. In fact, it was no different from encountering a ghost in the day. A hawker with a yellow face and skinny muscles walking through the streets was weakly carrying a load, and he met a big man with disheveled hair.
How could I not be frightened when I was wandering the street holding a corpse whose head was almost split into two pieces?
With empty eyes, Wu Erlang walked onto the most spacious and prosperous street in Heqing County. Even after the great disaster, the prosperity of this street has not diminished a bit. People wearing gold and jade are doing business.
The boots were still stained with horse manure. It looked like he had just made his fortune not long ago. It was time to change into a pair of decent boots. He was surrounded by a beautiful concubine wearing a light gauze with her breasts half exposed. This businessman who had suddenly become rich suddenly
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With a provincial accent, he was spitting and arguing with a confused clerk in a store. The clerk was smiling, and the concubine rubbed her hands on the merchant intentionally or unintentionally, thinking that if he could add an heir to the family, it would be better for the family. The position is also more stable.
"Sir, let me tell you, after traveling all over the country for so many years, this piece of jade is only worth this price. What's more, in the current situation in Suzhou, how can you have the face to sell it for two hundred taels?" The pot-bellied merchant held out five fingers. The head said, "The most you can give is this number, fifty taels, you can weigh it yourself!"
The Huizhou dialect is very confusing to me. Every state and county in Dayao has its own dialect. In a mountainous area like Suzhou, people who go over a mountain to go to villages and towns often have a different language, let alone foreigners. , although the writing is the same, there is not much difference between the spoken Chinese and the heavenly script. Therefore, in order to facilitate people in various prefectures and counties to speak, the Yao court adopted the capital dialect as the Yao official dialect and promoted it up and down. The results were quite remarkable. There are far fewer jokes when people use different dialects to pass down oral texts.
"Sir." The waiter looked embarrassed. He understood the meaning of the five fingers anyway, "Fifty taels of silver, I really can't make the decision. Why don't I help you inform the shopkeeper? Come out and meet you?"
"Hurry up...you are blind! You will bump into people on such a wide road!"
The businessman who staggered after being hit said angrily, turning away to look at the person who hit him. If he didn't get an explanation today, he would never let it go like this.
Let’s see who it is... Oh my god!
Hearing his master's exclamation, the beautiful concubine also looked back, her face pale with horror.
"Killing! Killing!"
Such a cry rang out in the street, and then spread from ten to ten. In less than half an hour, most of Heqing County knew that someone was walking on the street carrying a corpse.
The pot-bellied merchant dragged his beautiful concubine and climbed up and down toward his carriage, falling twice on the way. The beautiful concubine was also pulled down, and even her clothes were disheveled; The spectators are in awe.
In the blink of an eye, people on the street all fled into the shops facing the street, or they hid in the narrow alleys and bravely stuck out half their heads to watch the excitement.
A man of extraordinary stature, holding a corpse that was still dangling with its head split into two, was walking down the street in despair.
There was only one person on the street who didn't want to avoid it. He was a scrawny old blind man who told fortunes. He could only hear people rushing to and fro on the street, shouting kill, but he didn't know who to kill, but he still sat at his fortune-telling stall. He survived. At this age, what scene have I not seen? Should I say I have never heard of it? It would be nice to just kill him like this, just to have a good time, so as not to be alone and die of cold and hunger in the future.
I have been counting my life, but I cannot count myself.
"gentlemen."
Among the five senses, if one or more of them are lost, the remaining ones will always be particularly sharp. What's more, the smell of blood is so strong that even a person like him can smell it. Then this person may not be able to smell it when he kills someone. Take out all the blood from the person's body and apply it on yourself.
Takejiro, who was holding the body in his arms, sat down on a small stool in front of the fortune-telling stall. The shiny stool, made of scattered wood, squeaked and whined under the heavy pressure.
The stall was very small, with two stools, one for the blind fortune teller and one for the guests who came to tell fortunes. There was a small table in the middle. Behind the blind man were two linen tricks used to attract business. The popular pavilion style is meticulously written, "Facial reading, palm reading, Bagua Six Yao, and a brief understanding of one or two".
It’s not like no one has tried to persuade this blind man. He could just write this and try to attract business. This blind man is really sincere and admits that his abilities are not very high. In this way, no one in the neighborhood would be willing to ask him to tell fortunes.
, they all went to look for Na Yu Banxian in the east of the city. Except for the occasional two foreigners who took advantage of him, the old blind man lived by writing letters for others. If anyone got some minor illness, he would
For ten coppers, the old blind man could write out a guaranteed prescription, follow the prescription and take the medicine, and he would be cured within three to five days.
"You just killed someone and you want to come here to tell fortunes like me, a blind man?" The old blind man waved his hand, "Then you might as well run as far as you can. If you run a little later, you will be more likely to be caught. You are like this
, I have seen too many blind men.”
The people who were sneaking their heads out to see what the old blind man was doing were all sweating for him. Damn, it's a good thing he was a blind man. If he hadn't seen someone sitting there holding a corpse in front of him, he would have been scared to death!
Fortunately, the old blind man hadn't been chopped off for talking like this. He could have fooled him into running for his life by saying a few words about great blessings, saying that if he survived the catastrophe, he would be blessed. Why bother getting entangled with that murderous man anymore?
A sharp-eyed onlooker recognized Wu Erlang and exclaimed that this was not the king of Wu Erlang on Woniu Mountain outside the city. The government rewarded him with a thousand taels of silver for his capture. He was so bold that he came to Heqing County to kill people in broad daylight.
, what does the government do for food, but this old blind fortune teller is considered to be in bad luck.
Unexpectedly, Wu Erlang did not commit murder violently, but said calmly: "It's not about me, it's about my brother, the one I'm holding now."
Then he told the old blind man Wu Dalang's birth date. The old blind man frowned when he heard it: "This is a very bad fate. There should be a brother who takes up most of his luck. He has done good deeds all his life, but his life is less than four."
Ten, and he will not die well, this year is in opposition to his horoscope... To put it bluntly, your brother's situation this year is extremely dangerous."
"To be honest, sir, my brother is dead." Wu Erlang added, "I am his younger brother. I didn't want my brother to be humiliated, so I killed him."
The old blind fortune teller pondered for a long time: "No matter how you calculate the life of a dead person, it will not help. I will not accept the fortune teller's money. After you bury your brother properly, go to the government and surrender. Is there anything your brother wants to do in his life?"
What have you not done yet? You can probably do it all at the same time.”
"My brother has been selling cooking cakes all his life and has never had a few days of leisure. When he was young, he wanted to go out to Yanggu County, but he had to serve his parents at home for my unfilial brother." Wu Erlang said sadly, "What I want in my life is,
It’s just a matter of going out and taking a look.”
The old blind man said silently: "In that case, it is better to burn your brother and take the ashes with you. He is not meant to be buried in the grave. After being thrown away on a high mountain, you have seen the scenery of this world."