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Chapter 49 Knife
"Brother Daqiao, your pig's blood."

Not long after the black-haired pig was carried away, a middle-aged man came over with a small pot of pig blood. The slaughterhouse processed pork in a hut, and Qin Xiaoyu was embarrassed to follow because there was no Ding Daqiao to lead the way. Look, it's the first time you come here, so behave yourself.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, Qin Xiaoyu always felt that this method was weird.

It's just dealing with a pig, there's no need to be so mysterious, is there anything more invisible than Ding Daqiao's knife?

"Take it to make soup, remember to put more chopped green onions," Ding Daqiao asked Qin Xiaoyu after ordering the middle-aged man to go down, "Qin Xiaoyu, can you eat pig blood?"

"What's wrong with this?" Qin Xiaoyu replied.

"Then you've figured it out, the pig's blood soup we make here is the best in Qingcheng."

"I can tell, it's your pig's blood after all."

"If you can't talk, talk less."

After arguing for a while, several middle-aged men in the room came out one after another. The speed was not fast, but it was quite satisfactory. Each of them held a shining sharp blade in their hands. After placing the sharp blade on the table, A middle-aged man said to Ding Daqiao: "It's all done, Brother Daqiao."

"Take a rest, there will be pig blood soup later." Ding Daqiao replied.

"What about the pork?"

"Take one each when you go home."

After listening to Ding Daqiao's words, the faces of the middle-aged men who came out were a little happy. The price of pork in Qingcheng City has skyrocketed recently. At this time, giving pork is tantamount to giving money. Smoked a cigarette in place.

No matter what their status is, everyone's performance is visible in the face of free benefits.

Seeing the submissive middle-aged men in front of Ding Daqiao, Qin Xiaoyu felt a little puzzled.

Ding Daqiao is not very old, and looks similar to himself. The youngest of those middle-aged men is probably in his thirties, so why do they address Ding Daqiao so politely.

It doesn't have to be so humble to eat a living.

Qin Xiaoyu felt really awkward hearing that he was talking about the same brother. Looking at Ding Daqiao, he must have been used to it for a long time, and his expression was quite enjoyable.

As a young man in the new era who respects the order of seniority, Qin Xiaoyu said that he really can't accept it.

After being silent for a while, Qin Xiaoyu asked Ding Daqiao: "Ding Daqiao, can you show me your knife?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the faces of the middle-aged men who were chatting and laughing immediately changed, and they stopped chatting. They all turned around and looked at Qin Xiaoyu in unison, as if they had heard something terrible.

On the contrary, Ding Daqiao was still smiling and swiping his phone, his expression unchanged.

Seeing this scene, Qin Xiaoyu was contradictory.

He was really curious about Ding Daqiao's knife. It was the first time he encountered such a miraculous thing. I thought it would make the atmosphere so weird.

"How can I do that?" Ding Daqiao said with a smile as he got up from his seat, "You can't just show the doctor's scalpel to others, and you will make mistakes."

As soon as Ding Daqiao finished speaking, Qin Xiaoyu found that the middle-aged men seemed to be relieved. He didn't know why, so he continued to ask: "Is that your scalpel?"

Qin Xiaoyu didn't believe what Ding Daqiao said at all. How can there be such a magical scalpel, which comes and goes, and disappears when it is not seen, and there must be a limit to making up nonsense.

"Of course not," Ding Daqiao continued to explain after answering Qin Xiaoyu, "but I am a doctor."

Is the doctor's knife a scalpel?After listening to Ding Daqiao's words, Qin Xiaoyu was overwhelmed by his divine explanation. According to what he said, a kitchen knife would do.

Thinking that Ding Daqiao might not want to show it to him, Qin Xiaoyu stopped asking and started quietly waiting for the pig's blood soup with his mobile phone.

Seeing that Qin Xiaoyu stopped talking, Ding Daqiao said again: "Actually, it's not impossible, unless."

As soon as the words came out, the middle-aged men behind them couldn't sit still anymore, and the boss likes to turn around when chatting.

It's not good for Qin Xiaoyu to talk about something, but he wants to talk about this, can't he have a good time at night?

"How to say?" Hearing what Ding Daqiao said, Qin Xiaoyu knew that things had turned around again. He was a little confused by the reactions of those middle-aged men. do something else.

"Unless you send me a 100 yuan red envelope."

"Shit, you can keep it to yourself!"

"Send it to me quickly."

After sending red envelopes to Ding Daqiao, Qin Xiaoyu urged unwillingly, the price is a bit high, 100 yuan, isn't it delicious to buy something to eat, you have to look at this.

Curiosity hurts the wallet.

"Don't worry, go through the daily procedures first," Ding Daqiao's tone became cold after he replied to Qin Xiaoyu lightly, "I have two knives, one for saving others and the other for saving myself, which one do you choose?"

As soon as the question was finished, several middle-aged men behind him immediately went out with their cigarette ends in their hands without looking back.

They couldn't afford to interfere with the communication between the two big brothers.

Seeing Ding Daqiao's face suddenly changed, Qin Xiaoyu also felt something bad in his heart. Every time Ding Daqiao said this sentence before, something bad was about to happen, and it seemed a bit reckless for him to do so.

"Save people," Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly added after making a choice, "I just want to have a look, nothing else."

"Understood." After slowly stretching out his palm, a cold light shone on the palm of Ding Daqiao's palm. After the cold light passed, a snow-white dagger appeared in the air, which was exactly the one he saw in the garbage.

Looking at the dagger floating in the air, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly didn't know what to say. It was the first time he observed the dagger up close, and there was nothing else in his heart except the coldness. After staring at it for a long time, he opened his mouth and said: "This dagger is really beautiful."

"Hahahaha," Ding Daqiao laughed as soon as Qin Xiaoyu finished speaking, "It's the first time I heard someone praise my knife so much, Qin Xiaoyu, you are really interesting."

"Hehehe." Qin Xiaoyu laughed dryly.

To be honest, Ding Daqiao's smile at this time was quite permeating. Although his tone was still gentle, it always gave him an inexplicable terror, as if he had changed himself.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of a porcelain bowl smashing to the ground, Qin Xiaoyu saw the middle-aged man who had just made pig blood standing at the door holding a tray with a panicked expression on his face, as if he had seen something extremely dangerous.

"Okay, let's see here, eat something first." After smiling at the middle-aged man, Ding Daqiao calmly put away the dagger.

At the same time, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly remembered something.

If I had just chosen to save myself, what else would have happened?
(End of this chapter)