The first cause of all realms

Chapter 28 Ghost Head Beheading Knife!

On the sixth floor of the restaurant, in the private room by the window, several big men were sitting or standing, all anxiously looking out the window, waiting.

"The prison van is moving."

Through the drizzle, a man with a mustache moved his eyes and reminded him in a low voice.

"Can you see the second brother?"

A strong man with a scar on his face stepped forward and asked.

"It's so far away, where can I see it?"

Mustache shook his head: "Wait a minute, there will be news."

Not long after the words were finished, another man knocked on the door and entered the room. He suppressed his emotions and said, "Second Brother got into the prison cart. I saw nine of the eighteen god-armed crossbows in Heishan City!"

"Only nine?"

Several people in the room frowned suddenly.

The god arm crossbow is a heavy weapon in the army, it is specially used to pierce armor, and it is extremely powerful.

The character Hu frowned and asked, "Have you ever seen Wang Fobao?"

"Never."

The man shook his head.

"That is to say, at this time, there are still nine god-armed crossbows and Wang Fobao who may be stationed there in the Black Mountain Prison?"

Scarface's eyelids twitched: "Could it be that they know our purpose? If not, Wang Fobao would have been in charge of executions in previous years."

"Third Brother!"

A man looked at the character mustache: "What treasure is there in the big prison? It's worth throwing the second brother out?"

The rest of the people also looked at the mustache.

They have been lurking in Heishan City for more than half a year, and they have planned even earlier, but what they can do is not to save the iron dragon.

It's a jailbreak!

For, it is a thing in that big prison.

"That thing..."

There was a thrilling greed flashing in the eyes of the mustache, and he suppressed himself, looking at the scarred face:

"Fourth, you lead people to rob the dharma field! You need to be fast and make a lot of noise, and you must draw out the remaining god arm crossbows and Wang Fobao!"

"Leave it to me, third brother!"

The scar-faced man smiled ferociously, and stepped out the door.

"It should have been like this a long time ago! Kill him and roll his head, so Wang Fobao can still turn a blind eye?"

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Under the drizzle, the city of Montenegro was hazy.

The autumn rain brought cold air, and there were few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally there were a few, but they were all in a hurry.

Yang Jue was full of thoughts and walked to Wei He's house, but within a few steps, he was called by someone.

"Little brother stay a step, stay a step."

Yang Qian turned around, and the person who called to stop him was a stocky middle-aged man, dressed in sackcloth, with a simple and honest complexion.

"you are?"

The man walked two steps quickly, took off the bamboo hat and handed it to Yang Qiu, with a flattering smile on his face.

He didn't pick up the bamboo hat, and Yang Qiu felt even more suspicious.

Before he could ask, the man blushed and took out a white steamed bun from his pocket.

He handed over the broken silver that he took out to Yang Qiu.

"you?"

Yang Jue's heart thumped.

It is not uncommon to give gifts to the executioner. He thought this guy was the same, but he never thought that he would see a 'human blood steamed bun'.

In Montenegro, and even in many places, there are people who believe that human blood can cure tuberculosis.

Steamed buns soaked in the blood of prisoners can cure all incurable diseases.

He didn't expect that such a thing would happen to him.

"Little brother, do me a favor, my mother is really seriously ill, there is nothing I can do."

The stocky man's eyes were red.

"Human blood doesn't cure diseases, and if the filth enters the body, it will kill your mother instead."

Sighing inwardly, Yang Jue took out five taels of silver from his bosom, and pushed it back together with the steamed buns and broken silver stuffed by the man:
"Take it to buy medicine..."

"Is it not enough money? I, I can borrow again..."

The man's face turned red, and he spoke eagerly.

Yang Jue took a deep breath, pushed the man casually, and staggered:
"roll!"

"Woo, ah!"

The man was stunned for a while, then 'Putong' fell to his knees and wailed loudly.

After a corner, Yang Ju stopped in his tracks, listening to the crying in the rain, with mixed feelings in his heart.

That man may not believe in the saying that steamed buns with human blood can cure all diseases, but he has no choice but to try.

Life is cheap, medicine is expensive.

It might be funny, but it really happened.

In the year since time travel, he has seen too many similar things.

"This fucking world..."

Sighing, Yang Ju pushed open the door of Wei He's house.

He is in a lot of trouble, and he has no choice but no ability to help others.

Intentional, but also powerless.

In the yard, an old monkey named Wangcai squeaked in the rain, confronting a wild cat whose fur was blown.

Under the eaves, Old Man Wei was smoking a dry cigarette, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing Yang Qiu come back, he casually pointed to the room: "Change, it's not good if the clothes are dirty."

Yang prison went to the eaves and conveyed the county magistrate's intention.

"How much hatred? Do you want to beheaded with a blunt knife?"

The old man Wei was a little displeased when he heard the words: "I am waiting for the execution to implement the court's law, not to vent anger on others!"

"Then, don't you go?"

Yang Ju pulled a ponytail and sat down, he didn't want to go into this muddy water.

"Don't go?"

Old man Wei stared at him immediately: "What's the matter, if you don't go, will the old man go in person?"

Since he started accepting disciples, he has not personally executed for many years.

Yang prison had no choice but to explain his worries.

"Hacking the court?"

Hearing this, Old Man Wei sneered suddenly:

"Where is the magic field in Heishan City so easy to rob? Under the crossbow with the arm of God, even if hundreds of people come, they will all be shot into candied haws!"

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

Yang prison was very sober, and put forward a condition that he would go to the execution next year.

"One exchange of blood is far from the end. The second exchange of blood is not the same."

Wei He changed his voice and talked about blood exchange.

Blood exchange is destined to be a long and arduous process. If you don't have a lot of furniture, you can wait for idlers to stop once at most.

"A young person's blood is lively, youth is calm, and reaches its peak in middle age, and after that, the blood decays. Practicing martial arts can't violate the law of heaven."

At this point, Wei He's tone softened slightly, but it was even more piercing:
"Although you have good qualifications, but your family has no money, if you lack courage, you will not be able to achieve anything in your life."

Hearing this, Yang Ju fell silent.

Old man Wei's words reached his heart.

The process of the second blood exchange is similar to that of the first blood exchange, but the medicinal materials are several times more expensive, and he can't last long with this little money.

From Li Eryi's side, there is really no oil to squeeze.

"If you don't go, leave a hundred taels of silver notes, and you don't have to come back.

If you want to go, pick up the ghost knife on the table, on the execution ground, it doesn't matter if it's one knife or two knife, it's up to you. "

Wei He got up while talking, took off the bamboo hat from the wall, put on the coir raincoat, and was about to go out slowly.

"Yesterday, we were talking about the second half of 'Earl Ying's Cave Playing with Chunjiao, Pan Jinlian's Garden Playing with Her Son-in-Law'. My heart is itching so I have to go."

Saying that, the old guy has already left the house. These days, he must go to the teahouse to listen to books at noon every day.

Tuliu Yangqian squatted under the eaves, looking at the drizzle, lost in thought: "Old guy, I'm not afraid of getting sick..."

After a long while, he looked into the house.

Leaving aside other things, this ghost knife should be touched no matter what.

"Ghost knife..."

Walking to the front of the case, he felt the change of the cauldron of gluttony, and the depression in Yang prison's heart eased a little.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ghost-headed beheading knife that still smelled of blood.

hum~
　Goodnight everybody.

　
(End of this chapter)