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When Wang Xuance and Jiang Zhuhe walked into the long alley shakingly, Yang Qingwu had just lit the second cigarette and had not taken a few sips. Under the light that was leaking cold enough, his face was a little tired and decadent, and he vomited clouds and mist. As the smoke rose, Yang Qingwu's eyebrows raised lightly, his thin lips curled slightly, and his pale and thin cheeks gave people an indescribable sense of wonder in the thick darkness one meter away.

Relying on the somewhat mottled and dirty wall, Yang Qingwu grabbed the cigarette that was cheap enough but spicy and choking with one hand, and the other tightly covered the wound that was not very deep but long on his waist. The handle of the dagger he held tightly was stained with some sticky and slippery blood, warm and wet.

Not far below my feet was the blood flowing out of the man's carotid artery, which was flowing everywhere. On rainy days, a small low-lying area where water would accumulate, flowed into a large pool of blood. What followed was the increasingly pungent smell of blood that reminded Yang Qingwu that the wanted orders posted across the country could add another crime.

He glanced at the man who had lost his breath of life at his feet. The man who had been away from him for a long time and had been holding a narrow Tang sword in his hand and was confident that he wanted to cut Yang Qingwu's head and exchange for dark flowers was unexpectedly killed by Yang Qingwu. He had killed people, not too many, but he could not count his hands, so he would never think of a young man in a restaurant running hall cutting his throat without anyone knowing it. His movements were so skillful that he could not finish a breath until he lost all consciousness. He still didn't understand where Yang Qingwu appeared. Isn't there anyone in front of him?

But now I think about it, this is meaningless, because the dead are meaningless, and all his meaning is only given by living people in this world who have something to do with him. For example, Yang Qingwu, who is smoking by the wall, saw him for the first time tonight, and then killed his man mercilessly.

He skillfully flicked off the cigarette butt in his hand, but did not fall into Yang Qingwu's expectations. Instead, he rebounded from the opposite wall and fell into the pool of blood. The sound of the cigarette butt fire extinguishing made Yang Qingwu frown heavily.

"You can't imagine that you will die, nor do I think that when I will die, maybe tomorrow, maybe a month later, or maybe I can live for many years, who knows!"

When he took out the second cigarette, Yang Qingwu looked up and looked at the night sky with still the subtle starlight to the dimness. His tone was so low that he was a little terrified that he was whispering slowly:

Indeed, no one can control their birth, but not everyone can decide their own death. At least Yang Qingwu cannot. He will not be as stupid as many people who think that he will die in the warm bed, but will suddenly realize the sudden deaths in one day in the future. Oh, it turns out that I die like this!

No matter how strong and strong Yang Qingwu was, he naturally did not reach the point of ignoring life and death. On the contrary, he was very afraid of death. The more people he killed, the more he was afraid of death, and the less he wanted to die.

After taking the second cigarette, Wang Xuance, Jiang Zhuohe, and the veterinarian walked over in a hurry. He glanced at Wang Xuance on the ground with a complicated look, but he still laughed twice, and said in a heavy Hebei accent as before:

"Is it okay?"

"fine."

Putting the dagger in his hand into his pocket, Yang Qingwu grinned and then covered the wound on his waist and said:

"Then go home, the food is cold!"

"Yeah, go home."

The dialogue that is neither salty nor light is like ordinary greetings from the family.

Crossing through a large pool of blood, crossing the corpse that had already begun to cool but not stiff, and stepping out of the somewhat cold and hazy light, Yang Qingwu followed Wang Xuance in front of him slowly, as if he led him to find a job when he arrived in Shanghai a long time ago, which made him look in a daze again.

Before he reached the residence, Wang Xuance took out the old Nokia 1011 that was the same as Yang Qingwu and took a look. After saying that it was over ten o'clock, Yang Qingwu said lightly and said nothing.

Then Wang Xuance, who had been silent for a moment, finally spoke:

“Why not call?”

"I can solve it myself."

"What if I fail?"

“No, no.”

"I said what if!" Wang Xuance unconsciously emphasized his tone.

"I said no, no." Yang Qingwu responded calmly, even with a faint smile.

Wang Xuance was choking when he heard this. It took a long time to say that how could a brother who didn’t block the knife and kill people together? How could he drink wine and enjoy wealth together in the future?

Looking at Wang Xuance, who was hunched and thin, Yang Qingwu sighed lightly and said another sentence.

"No, no."

It turned out that Yang Qingwu, who was slow that night, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Wang Xuance, saying:

"Two people, be careful, be careful, wait for me to come out at home."

Yang Qingwu, who flashed into the alley five minutes before his residence, climbed onto the roof and completed the ambush he had already imagined and had not long been targeted. Of course, if the idea was really a piercing hand, he would have enough confidence to run back to his residence alive, of course, the premise was that the other party was using a knife rather than a gun.

When she returned to her residence, Yang Qingwu ate a large bowl of noodles as usual. It was a bit cold and not delicious, but Yang Qingwu still ate very delicious. She swallowed it so voraciously that Wang Xuance, who had covered his wounds, couldn't help swallowing, and wondered:

"Is the noodles cooked by Lao Jiang so delicious?"

Yang Qingwu, who had not left a mouthful of soup, put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, and breathed a long breath and said:

"I think this is just the beginning."

Because the wound was not very deep, Wang Xuance, who had applied a lot of hemostatic medicine, flexibly wrapped Yang Qingwu in gauze, and said no more without raising his head. He still seemed to be a trivial matter!

Yang Qingwu slowed down and continued:

"So, everyone, be careful in the future. Come back early in the evening and bring guys with you, so you won't be too passive!"

"Don't run away?"

Wang Xuance bandaged his wound and looked at Yang Qingwu and asked with a smile:

"If you don't run away, you won't run away. Life and death are based on your fate, so you can be considered a profit."

Yang Qingwu, who stood up and put on a dress, said:

The sense of security that he finally found was gone tonight. He originally thought that Yang Qingwu, who was in a good mood after taking the driver's license and finding a serious job, was frowning now. He didn't think he could have the mighty and domineering spirit of killing a person with ten steps without leaving a thousand miles. He was just a little more lucky and thoughtful.

Yang Qingwu, who never thought he was handsome, could be favored by the goddess of luck, faced with it, and faced with it, which could be imagined that he would have enough luck to escape danger as he did today.

"I guess it's because they have bloomed secret flowers. These people who eat this food on the road are cruel and poisonous enough, but they are still afraid of death. If you kill one, no one will dare to think about you in a few times. Instead, you can still gain more fame, hehe, of course, as long as the secret flowers are not outrageous."

Wang Xuance thought for a while and said:

"What if it's ridiculously high?"

Yang Qingwu really cared about his life and asked bluntly:

"Uh... Then there is only one to kill one."

Yang Qingwu was speechless when he heard this, saying, "Fuck you, you think I am a martial arts master. You can kill the other one but still couldn't help but jump out. Wang Xuance also looked at Yang Qingwu who was furious and angry.

That night, Jiang Zhuhe and the other two came back until 10 o'clock. The sleepy Wang Xuance asked.

"Have you cleaned up?"

After seeing the veterinarian nodding, he muttered, "I'm not old anymore." You young people staggered back to your room to sleep when they chatted. Yang Qingwu laughed and scolded the old man, then smiled at the three of them and said:

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Jiang Zhuohe obviously smiled absent-mindedly, and then said in a somewhat uneasy tone:

"Green Bull, I'm in trouble. People have bloomed dark flowers. These are all for you!"

The veterinarian brought the basin of water, and the three of them said while washing their hands:

It seemed that I asked something from the catchy mouth.

After learning that he had a head of 10 million and a life of 10 million, Yang Qingwu jumped up very ungrateful and yelled:

"Five million? I just want to go back obediently."

Everyone was a little dismal and forced to smile when they heard this. Anyone knew that this thousand five hundred was enough to make anyone lose any price, and they could also imagine their next tragic fate.

The few people discussed it all over the place but didn't come up with a good countermeasure. There was no good countermeasure at all. In the end, Yang Qingwu said with a final say:

"Hurry up, have your own money and your own people, and whoever wants to move will be considered. You can't die young at a young age!"

Yang Qingwu still slept soundly that night, but the reason was the sack of watermelon knife under the bed.

But the veterinarian and Zhou Zhengyi were arranged to be in rotation by Jiang Zhuohe. He didn't want to see the sun the next day like the two people he had just buried with his own hands today.
Chapter completed!