The first cause of all realms

Chapter 8 One knife, another knife!

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The night shrouded Heishan City like a veil, and the bright moonlight poured down the ground like mercury, flowing into thousands of households.

[Refining progress (67/100)]

Looking at the progress bar on the cauldron wall for the last time, Yang Jue relaxed his mind and returned to reality.

After refining several times in a row, he also mastered the trick of ending refining at any time, so that he would not come out after exhausting all his energy.

"The further you go, the more difficult it seems."

Yang Yu sighed.

After a day of refining, he came to the courtyard by the moonlight.

Listening to the heavy breathing of the mother-in-law next door, Yang Jue carefully picked up a bucket of water, poured it on the whetstone, and rubbed it with the broken knife.

"This old man is ruthless... No wonder a rough guy like Hu Wan, meeting him is like seeing a mouse like a cat."

Thinking back to old man Wei's chilling eyes during the day, Yang Qiu felt a chill down his back.

This old executioner who killed people all his life is definitely the most indifferent person he has ever seen in his two lives.

none of them.

"Abiding by the law..."

Yang Yue gritted his teeth.

In his previous life, he had studied hard for 12 years, and he was already a freshman who was about to enter the law school, although he hadn't had time to go to school for a day.

But deep down, he is still a good student who abides by the law.

Shasha~
The broken knife slashed across the whetstone, making teeth-stinging sounds.

"Promote democracy and righteousness."

Keep sharpening.

"Justify yourself first."

Sharpen your knife.

"I……"

Yang Jue's heart was beating like a drum, and the knife was not sharp enough.

Unhappy with the grinding, he simply threw the knife aside, picked up the low-quality wine that he bought along the way during the day at his feet, touched the stone, and took a sip with his head raised.

"Cough cough~"

After drinking the low-quality wine, a gust of heat rushed to his face along with the feeling of alcohol.

After coughing a few times, Yang Jue raised the gourd again, and quickly drank it clean.

"It's really hard to drink..."

Throwing away the gourd and picking up the broken knife, Yang Jue looked at the sky.

A wind was blowing, blowing the clouds and covering the moon. For a while, the night seemed a little darker.

"It's so dark today!"

Hiccupping heavily, Yang Jue raised his knife and got up, staggering into the night.

At night, Montenegro was silent, only sporadic dogs barking and cats meowing.

Staggering down the alley, Yang Jian was at a loss.

Recalling the novels and movies he had read in his previous life, he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

Obviously, he was a person who hadn't even killed a chicken before.

"Maybe with Hu Wan's deterrence, they will die down..."

Chaotic thoughts were flying in Yang Ju's mind.

Before he knew it, he had passed through several alleys and arrived at the western city of the outer city.

With his ear pressed against the door, he could faintly hear groans. Across the yard, he couldn't hear them clearly, but he could vaguely tell that this person was Wang Liu.

"Wang Liuzhen is here with his concubine, heh, he doesn't even close the door."

Yang prison thought in his heart.

Surprised by the well-informed old man Wei, he pushed forward and entered the courtyard.

.........

"Easy, easy, waist, waist is about to break!"

Wang Liu lay naked on the bed, screaming and moaning.

The woman who was wearing inferior blush lightly applied the medicine to him, and she was also yelling: "You butcher who killed a thousand knives, how can you be so cruel?"

"It hurts me to death!"

Wang Liu beat the bed in pain, trembling all over, sweating all over his head.

"Stop howling, it's not good for outsiders to hear."

The woman glanced out of the window worriedly.

"Damn you! I was beaten up like this for your sake, and you are afraid of being heard? What's the matter, is I shameless?!"

Wang Liu became furious immediately, and slapped the woman's face with his backhand.

"Ouch!"

The woman staggered from the beating, regained her senses, and immediately started shouting:
"Well, you bastard Liu, how dare you hit my old lady! It's not the time for you to beat me up, I, I'll beat you to death, you heartless!"

This woman was very pungent, she barked her teeth and claws so that Wang Liu lost his temper and even begged for mercy.

After applying the medicine, Wang Liu struggled to sit up, his face contorted in pain: "Bastard Hu Wan, your hands are so black..."

"That little bastard Yang Prison actually got on board with that old executioner, it's a little troublesome now..."

The woman brushed her hair, a little worried and a little resentful.

She also knew that Yang Qiu had been an apprentice under Wei He's sect, but there were not many apprentices under Wei He's sect, and there were not many who could be accepted by him.

Three years of working as a miscellaneous apprentice, but also paying high tuition fees, with this money, it is better to go to the martial arts hall to learn a few fists and kicks.

"Can't afford to provoke, can't you still hide?"

Reaching out to pick up the wine bowl and taking a sip, Wang Liu felt aggrieved and resentful:
"Such a little bastard actually caused me to fall into such a big somersault..."

Aggrieved, but helpless.

It is said that he is not stingy, but Wang Liu knows who can be messed with and who can't be messed with.

Otherwise, he would have died in the stinking ditch like those 'predecessors'.

A half-grown child who has died and has no one to rely on, he naturally handles it easily, but Hu Wan, he really can't afford it.

Not to mention the old man Wei Hewei.

"Is this poppy going to give up?"

Yang Jian, who was leaning against the wall and listening, felt his heart move, and heard the woman snort coldly.

"How can it be so easy?"

The woman put on her clothes, glanced out of the window subconsciously, and said in a low voice: "Do you think the patriarch is looking at those acres of land?"

"Is not it?"

Wang Liu leaned forward and hugged the woman, his mind became active again.

"of course not."

The woman pursed her lips, and said: "We are the only ones who are interested in those acres of land. What the clan wants is the number of jailers."

"Jailor? We are all fathers and sons, so it's possible that you are going to..."

Wang Liu stroked his neck.

"Who knows then?"

The woman shook her head: "The clan originally wanted to force the old woman to take back the land deed in the name of taking care of the funeral, and then adopt the little beast in the name of the elders of the clan..."

"Wonderful! The law does not come down to the family, let alone Hu Wan, even Wei He, Sanchi Liu can't control the affairs of the family! When the time comes, hehe..."

The two people in the room were talking one by one, but Yang Qiu outside the door was heaving his chest and burning with anger.

"So ruthless, so ruthless!"

Yang Yuqi's face turned pale.

This is really going to wipe out their family!
This group of people is afraid that they have already arranged their "funeral affairs" with their mother-in-law!

"I won't talk about this anymore. I endured it for a few days, but I miss me..."

"Oh! Are you not in pain anymore?"

"Do you still remember the pain?"

"Death!"

……

Listening to the foul language in the room, Yang Qiu couldn't hold back the anger in his heart any longer. He took a few steps back and slammed into the closed wooden door with all his strength.

boom!
The door was knocked open.

With the candlelight in the room, Yang Jue saw the men and women hugging and gnawing together at a glance, his eyes turned hard.

Wiping his waist, he swung the broken knife and slashed towards Wang Liu.

"Ah You…"

Wang Liu was so frightened that he shivered all over, pushed the woman over, and turned around to get the knife standing beside the bed.

puff~
The scalding blood sprayed all over his face, wet the rag that Yang Juan was covering his face, and stained his eyes red.

"die!!!"

　Awakened by a scorpion stung in sleep, writhing in pain.

　
(End of this chapter)