Chapter 1: Killing ghost

Author: Night Rain Lights

Chapter 1: Killing ghost

1899.

Tianjin Wei.

A year when people are like grass.

It was the end of the year, and heavy snow fell on this ruined world. The cold wind blew the world and whitened the world. It seemed that even God could not bear to look at it anymore. He wanted to clean up his innocence.

In a simple restaurant on the corner of the street, waves of heat with a slight fishy smell overflowed through the half-closed curtains and scattered in the snow.

Some porters sat around a table, wrapped in a cotton jacket that was so broken that it could not be broken, squatted on the stool with a head-to-head clamoring for their own food, chatting about interesting things from all over the world, and being lively.

Nothing else, donkey meat roast, mutton soup.

When the things were served, they were willing to expose their tightly held hands in their sleeves. While stuffing the cut donkey meat into the fire, they applied a layer of spicy sauce that the tavern owner had used. They couldn't wait to put it in their mouths and took a bite. When their lips and teeth were closed, the rich meaty sauce aroma mixed with a hot and spicy flavor spread on their tongues in an instant.

It was not until the meat was chewed in one bite that the broth that was sent into my throat went straight into my throat. My hands and feet, which were originally cold, immediately warmed up. The two dry and cracked lips were covered with a layer of ointment, making people unable to help but make a long and comfortable cry, and even the cold and white face turned much more rosy.

There is no question of authentic way to eat. Those who can come here are either people from all over the market or passers-by from the south or craftsmen who travel around the world. They just want to be a little hot in their stomachs, so there are so many people who are poor and so particular.

Although the curtain is thick, it cannot hold the wind and snow outside the door too much. From time to time, a corner is raised and a small cool breeze is swept into it, making people's skin tremble.

"Have you heard it? Last night, people died in Nancheng."

Someone in the store started talking.

With a word, the people around him suddenly lost their thoughts of chatting and started chatting.

"How can you not know? The news spread this morning."

"It's Zhao Laojiu who died in the 'Treasure Bureau'."

"Zhao Laojiu is only one of them. Six of them died in total. All of them were cut off their heads, and their backs were peeled. Their body was covered with blood and stuck in the snow. I heard that it was a way to kill someone only by swordsmen in Guanzhong."

When everyone heard such a miserable way of death, they all shrank their necks and pinched their teeth.

"It could be because of the incident half a month ago. I heard that Zhao Laojiu had started shooting flowers, but he did a stupid thing when he got drunk and drove the kidnapped women and children into the snow. He went back to the house and slept. Those people were all frozen to death."

"It's probably because some hero is so embarrassed that he's secretly wiped his neck."

"You all forgot that 'face-changing king' Liang Crazyman? He was attracted by Zhao Laojiu's face-changing Jueyi. People said that he would let him go if he showed his best. He was unwilling to do anything, but he was hit and killed in the end. Unfortunately, he still had a half-old daughter left in his family, and he was sick, and he didn't know where to hide. Even if he didn't freeze to death and starve to death, his life would not be better. He couldn't do heavy work. He would probably have to go to the kiln to relieve his breath. He was a sin."

"What a pity, that 'face change' is the only thing that Sichuan Nakatsu's Jueyi has been lost."

"That's not necessarily the case. Who has no backup these days?"

"If I say it, I can't pass on it. The reason why this unique skill is that it only passes on one person in one generation. Think about it, if he passes on it, he will die naturally after all his energy."

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"Do you know who Zhao Laojiu's backer is?"

"Hehehe, then you have to go to Jinyinlou to ask. Who doesn't know that most of the women Zhao Laojiu has taken to have entered there, you..."

Fortunately, a drunk man took over the words in a dizzy way, but before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered by his companions.

In just a few words, the ten hot pots and two bowls of mutton soup had been eaten completely by the young man.

Ignoring the reactions of the people around me, the young man praised: "It tastes good, that lame man is really right."

"Haha, what this guy said is that although our place is small, the things are real and authentic."

The boss lady smiled and agreed.

The young man smiled, wiped his mouth, put down two pieces of Long Yang, "As long as I did just now, I will go out to do something, carry the sacrificial script to help me take care of you, I will give you more rewards."

"Okay, let me put your heart in your stomach."

Hearing the happy response from the store owner, the young man immediately stood up and lifted the curtain.

Wait for someone to walk away.

"Did you hear it? That person seemed to have a little Guanzhong accent, would it be..."

The craftsman who had traveled around the world spoke again, but his eyes kept glancing into the back next to him. The six heads were not yet falling, but after a few glances, his face turned pale, but he didn't dare to look at him, for fear that a few pairs of eyes would appear inside.

Someone couldn't help but whisper: "You're still in the world. You don't know the reason why the disaster comes from your mouth?"

The craftsman was also a little nervous and smiled and said, "That master looked very kind just now."

"You don't think about it. Although Liang Chuizi is unique in his 'face-changing', he is not good at fists and feet. Who are you relying on to get back alive from Guandong?"

"Who doesn't know that those who dare to break into Guandong are all cruel people. They dare to fight to meet everyone with a knife on their waists. This master is even more domineering. He goes alone and is still kind? You can't kill more people than you can eat chicken. What's the point of saying that, Liang Crooker has handed over such a character, and he is here to collect debts."

"Stop talking, don't worry too much. Those who can kill without blinking are no longer something we can mess with."

"Yes! Yes!"

Everyone quickly agreed, and when they finished eating the things on the table in a panic, they left one by one as if they were running away.

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The north wind whistles and snow fills the sky.

It was almost dusk, and in a brightly lit flower building, the laughter and joy of the girls holding guests and welcoming people spread far away.

Nowadays, serious businesses are definitely not making money. It is even more difficult to make a lot of money in Tianjin Wei, which is mixed with good and bad luck. The fastest way is to prostitution, gambling, smoking, brothels, tobacco shops, and gambling shops, but they all make a lot of money, and they force many people to sell their children and their families to die.

Then they caught up with foreign trade and even dealers who kidnapped living people abroad.

The building in front of me is called "Golden and Silver Building". The building is three floors high, with red lights on all sides, and the entire flower building reflected is golden and red. It is the flower building No. 1 in Tianjin. It is said that the daily expenses of customers can be piled up into gold and silver, which is no longer a big deal. From high-ranking officials to the market, everyone lingers in it, for the sake of the hundreds of charming and charming girls.

But don't underestimate these fair women who make money. The thing about attracting customers outside is just a scene. The real family doesn't show up at all. They are hanging their merchants and high-ranking officials. If they can go out, they have to carry them in eight-carrying sedan chairs. The next day, they may become the wife of a high-ranking official, and it is too late to curry favor with them.

As the wind and snow passed, Chen Zhuo stood in the snow, his obscure eyes drooped, and only saw a few lines of small words appearing out of thin air on the snow in front of him.

【Runner: Chen Zhuo】

【World: The Late Qing Dynasty and the Early Republic of China】

【Fate: Greedy Wolf Enters Life】

[Qi Luck: Seventh grade B] (Note: Nine grades start with, and one grade is the best.)

[Fate number: reverse Tiangang, die suddenly and die violently]

[Talent: Gathering fortune] (Note: Greedy wolf swallows the sky, eats enemies and gathers fortune.)

Tip: Destiny changes with luck, and fortune follows people. If the fortune reaches the first level, you can go to another realm, and the number of energy will be reconciled and your destiny will change; if the fortune exceeds the first level, you can choose your identity before going to another realm, and reincarnate yourself in another realm, and retain your cultivation level in the previous life.

People came and went around, as if no one noticed the strangeness on the ground.

Chen Zhuo looked up at the girl who was greeting him on the stairs. He pursed his lips and his eyes condensed. As the words on the ground disappeared, he could not see how he moved. When he shook his shoulders, a blue-faced and fanged Rakshasa face had appeared out of nowhere on his waxy face. When he looked at it, it looked like an evil ghost standing in the snow curtain, making people's scalp numb.

As soon as he entered the door, a large teapot that was good at observing words and expressions quickly came up with him. He looked surprised and his eyes were alert, "Hehe, my master, where are you singing? Are you here to play tricks?"

As he smiled, he picked up the kettle and poured water and made tea.

Chen Zhuo glanced at him, expressionless, and his index finger in his cuff passed by, blocking the tilted slender pot mouth, and then picked it up with his fingertips. The teacup in the plate immediately fell into the air and turned it backwards steadily.

Dachapot is a middle-aged man with a kind expression and smiles when he sees everyone, but when he sees this hand, his expression changes immediately. He just leans forward and lowers his voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I dare to ask my brother which line Lao Hai is. Why did he come into this mountain gate?"

At the same time, upstairs and downstairs, some girls with charming and smirking, as well as teapots that add tea and pour water, also looked here intentionally or unintentionally. The customers around were being led into the house without realizing it. This was a place to be in the air.

Chen Zhuo's eyes rolled under his face, looked around, and said, "On the West Road Sichuan and Shaanxi line, you can have a soul-catching knife, and make a living on the word "combination" and do the thing of picking the puff."

"Guanzhong Knife?" Dachaguo's face was calm and he rushed to the front a few big strides. "This friend, we are doing a business that is smiling and welcoming all directions. I don't remember to make enemies with the sword ghost. Have you misunderstood?"

Chen Zhuo paused his feet, his body did not move, but his head on his neck looked like an eagle looking at the wolf, twisting it into an incredible arc, staring at the other party, "Does Zhao Laojiu know?"
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