"Why does the body become heavier after death?"

Zhang Chu came out of Liang Zhai's house, thinking about this issue very seriously, seriously and speechlessly.

He tried hard to recall the bits of biological knowledge in his mind that he had given back to the teacher a long time ago. After a long while, finally... his brain hurt!

When he thought about the narrow, mean smile on the little old man's face just now when he asked Liang Wufeng for the ultimate secret of taking root and being as immovable as a mountain, his brain ached even more.

"I'm not a forensic doctor, how do I know?"

"The little old man must be envious of me and jealous of me!"

"Otherwise, why would you use such a scientific question to prevaricate me?"

"You still can't be too good as a person...!"

He sighed and walked slowly home under the protection of his two men.

When we walked to the busiest street of the cattle and sheep market, we suddenly saw a group of men armed with swords and axes rushing down from the Baiwei Tower.

The leader, Tiaohan, ran wildly and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Get out of the way, my knife doesn't recognize anyone!"

When pedestrians on the street saw this kind of battle, they all avoided it for fear of being wrongly punished.

It was a bit of a jitters for a while...

Zhang Chu also pulled his two men, who were about to draw their swords, back to the street.

Howl when you see an injustice on the road?

Give me a break!

This is not Water Margin!

If you go to the knife for someone else's grudges, how big of a hole in your brain will you have to suffer?

However, he soon changed his mind.

Because another group of people armed with kitchen knives and spatulas chased out of Baiwei Building.

The leader was a man covered in blood, carrying a bench and looking like a mad tiger.

Zhang Chu knows this man.

Sihaitang, Zhao, Chang, Hui!

He looked around and saw a wooden wheelbarrow with a stove not far away. It seemed to be a guy selling wontons along the street. The iron pot on the stove was still steaming.

At the critical moment, he didn't care whose wheelbarrow belonged to him, so he rushed over and grabbed the wheelbarrow.

"Give me a knife and be careful yourselves!"

Hearing the sound, a younger brother quickly took out the Yanling knife from his waist and handed it to Zhang Chu.

After suffering the huge loss of being unarmed and using his flesh and blood to block the knife, Zhang Chu decided to spend a lot of money to equip each of his brothers with a weapon.

While talking, the group of people in front rushed to Zhang Chu.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhang Chu pushed out the wheelbarrow in his hand and hit the leader of the group. The scalding hot soup splashed all over him!

"ah……"

The poor leader let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

The many tough guys following behind the lead brother couldn't stop the car, so they tripped over the lead brother and the wheelbarrow and fell to the ground.

The orderly escape formation of thousands of troops and horses galloping suddenly became disorganized.

Zhang Chu saw the opportunity and rushed out with a knife. Without saying a word, he slashed at anyone he saw!

He did not rashly charge into this group of tough men, but instead fought and retreated, taking advantage if there was any advantage, and not forcing it if there was no advantage. When he saw anyone trying to escape, he would strike with his sword, forcing the opponent to stop and evade.

His blade.

One person, one knife and one wheelbarrow, they were able to hold on to a dozen tough guys covered in tendons!

After seven or eight snaps of his fingers, Zhao Changhui arrived and ran headlong into the group of tough men, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep!

This guy is worthy of being the top boss of Sihaitang!

An ordinary stool, in his hand, was like a sword. He opened and closed it with great force. When it hit a person's head, it was like a hole as big as a bowl!

Facts have proved... TV and movies are all lies. A stool that can sit on is really not that easy to break!

At least, it's harder than the human skull!

When the reinforcements arrived, Zhang Chu steadied his feet and withstood the oncoming pressure. The Yanling Saber in his hand changed from his previous fighting style of fishing in troubled waters and became extremely fierce. The sword struck at the opponent's vitals!

He has never learned swordsmanship.

But for a weapon like a sword, the first priority is momentum, followed by tactics.

People are fierce, and a knife without rules is also fierce!

Is Zhang Chu fierce or not?

It cannot be defined yet.

But at least he dares to kill people!

Especially this kind of person who doesn't look like a good person at first glance, but he has no psychological barriers when he attacks!

For this alone, he was more vicious than most people present.

In addition, he has now achieved success in his physical strength, and his physical fitness can crush these tough guys in all aspects, which gives him an even greater advantage.

From the moment the wheelbarrow was pushed out of Zhang Chu's hands, it was an unfair fight!

It's a pity that there are no referees here for these tough guys to protest, and Zhao Changhui and Zhang Chu don't accept the gg they played.

What awaits them is only defeat...

…

it's dark.

Zhang Chu was sitting alone in the private room facing the window on the second floor of Tianxiang Building, drinking wine from large bowls.

The wine is not a good one, just Shao Daozi, a specialty of Beixuanzhou.

Bad enough and strong enough!

It's enough to dilute the vague but ubiquitous smell of blood in the air...

The end of the long street.

Dozens of Sihaitang gang members were holding torches to clean up the mess.

The corpse bearers carried the corpse.

Washing the floor.

The process is methodical and very familiar, and you can see that he does this kind of thing frequently.

"People are like ants, life is like grass..."

Zhang Chu murmured in a low voice, his eyes seemed sad and cold.

He is not a cat crying like a mouse.

There were no outsiders in the private room.

He just once again deeply understood the cruel nature of this world.

Human life is like grass.

Five words, light and delicate, appear on the book, but they cannot attract the reader's attention to stay for more than a few seconds.

Because these five words are indeed insignificant compared to words such as corpses littering the fields and people exchanging children for food.

Just like what they represent.

But after Zhang Chu experienced it himself, he realized how bloody and cruel these five words were!

Human beings are not monkeys, nor are they crops that can break out of stones or grow from the ground.

Those bastards are also whose son, whose lover, whose brother, whose father...

Before they went out, their old mother, perhaps like Zhang Chu's mother, chased them out with hot boiled eggs and kindly told them to go back early in the evening and make mung bean soup for him.

If you say no, it will be gone...

The body was dragged away like a dead dog. It is not known whether it was thrown into a mass grave to feed wolves or sunk into the river to feed fish.

It's really like a weed.

Except for their relatives, no one cares about their life or death.

Because there are so many such weeds, we have to cut them one after another.

Zhang Chu thinks a lot.

But his heart did not soften.

If those big men come back to life, he can still swing his knife at them and kill them again!

Even, his knife will be faster, more fierce, and more cruel!

because.

He didn't want to die in obscurity like a weed.

He didn't want his body to be dragged through the streets like a dead dog.

He didn't want the mother who lived for him at home to suddenly lose her son...

There were ancient people before us who used people as mirrors to straighten their clothes and hats.
Chapter completed!