Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Just after making the last call to Hankou, there was a sudden noise outside the office door.

Before Zhao Chuanxin could say anything, Zhao Xilong, who had just been promoted to the office, dragged his fat body and trotted out to check the situation.

There was something special about this person. Many people that day either remained silent or stood behind Lin Guijun and colluded with him. When Yu Baotou was in trouble, he gave him a wink, and Yu Baotou "abandoned the darkness and turned to the light."

Naturally, the choice of Yu Bituou was insignificant to Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Xilong's calmness and foresight caught Zhao Chuanxin's eye, and he was promoted to the official office to wait for orders.

Zhao Xilong's low and penetrating scolding came from outside.

Zhao Chuanxin was not wearing a green shirt today. His upper body was a French dark brown twill canvas work suit. It had no wrinkles or any complicated designs. It focused on simplicity. There were three pockets on the chest and hem, which contained his cigars, cigarettes and matches.

Wearing a pair of overalls on his legs and a pair of work boots, he looked very much like the Bureau of Mines.

He held a cigarette between his fingers and leaned back on the chair. He was thinking about the location of the upcoming battle and didn't pay much attention to the movement outside.

When Zhao Xilong came back, he told him: "Mr. Zhao, Lin Guijun's family is making a fuss outside. They brought a newspaper writer and threatened to expose Mr. Zhao's disregard for human life to the public."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes moved and he stood up and went out.

The sky was sunny yesterday, but today it is covered with dark clouds, and it is even drizzling with a slanting wind.

A group of people bathed in the wind and rain, which seemed even more tragic.

Among the visitors was an old lady with pale and sparse hair, her forehead exposed due to her forehead trimming.

Behind her is a middle-aged woman supporting her, who must be Lin Guijun's wife.

In addition, there is a little girl who timidly reveals half of her head behind the woman.

These three men, wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, are like the sharp edges of arrows, standing at the front.

There are many men and women outside, I don’t know if they are neighbors or what.

Among them, a thin man with a cigarette roll between his fingers and a numb neck, and a middle-aged man wearing myopia glasses were closest to them.

Zhao Xilong opened his umbrella. He had to hold it high to cover Zhao Chuanxin from the rain.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped into the rain curtain, glanced confusedly, took a puff of cigarette and asked, "What's the fuss about?"

The old lady at the front started to howl at the top of her lungs: "My son, you died so miserably..."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned and saw a fat pig tied up in the yard.

He came to the pig, leaned over and patted the pig's head: "Don't worry, Big Fatty, today, I will definitely arrange everything for you from head to toe."

The fat pig backed away uneasily.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and suddenly took out his Miao knife.

The blade broke through the rain curtain and chopped the wind.

shuh...

When the knife falls, the pig's head falls off.

Pig blood spattered and fell into the courtyard, mixing with the rain.

It takes a lot of strength to do this.

Zhao Chuanxin was holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding a Miao knife, and said to Zhao Xilong who rushed over to hold an umbrella: "Go and tell the chef to get rid of this fat pig. The fat intestines must be washed clean, don't be stingy with salt, and scrub carefully, as long as I If they find something dirty, they will kill the cook and his entire family.”

"..."

A group of people in the yard retreated in unison.

It’s not like I’ve never seen pigs killed before.

But Zhao Chuanxin killed the pig so neatly without changing his expression, and even threatened to kill the cook and his family if he couldn't get it right.

The murderous look made everyone shudder.

The old woman didn't dare to cry anymore, and the little girl was so scared that she hid behind her mother.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin seemed to suddenly remember the people in front of him, turned around and asked in confusion: "By the way, what are you doing?"

The old woman murmured nothing.

The neighbors, relatives and friends who came to support the scene did not dare to argue.

With one strike, the noisy and chaotic scene was immediately stopped.

The thin man, who was as thin as a hemp pole, shook his head and stepped forward, held up his melon-skin hat and said: "I am the local Zhengbaiqi of Luanzhou..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin stroked his thick hair back: "What flag?"

"S-white flag!"

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Miao knife and came to Shoumagan: "Let me give you a suggestion, have you seen this knife? If you take the initiative to wipe it on your neck, believe me, you will save a few years of detours."

"Why, why, why?" Shoumagan looked at the bloody blade and asked nervously.

"You fucking smoke, you won't live for a few more years, how about you just hit the road early?" Zhao Chuanxin stared at the other party with pity.

Shoumagan's body was already empty, and now he didn't even have the courage to look Zhao Chuanxin in the eye. He lowered his head in fear and didn't dare to help.

Zhao Chuanxin spat on the frayed toe of his skinny toe, then pulled him forward and came to the so-called newspaper writer wearing glasses, staring straight at him.

The editor of the newspaper was stared at with fury.

But Zhao Chuanxin still didn't speak.

The newspaper's chief writer sneered dryly: "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, could it be that I have grains of rice on my face? Why are you staring at me?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Are you making a fucking staff? You know you have rice grains on your face and you still ask?"

The newspaper editor scratched his face in shock, and there was actually a grain of rice stuck to it.

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin handed the Miao Dao to Zhao Xilong, and Zhao Xilong picked it up. It was very heavy and easy to release.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the little girl hiding behind her mother and asked her: "Girl, what is your name?"

The little girl timidly raised her head. She had just realized that this man was very cruel, but now he had an inexplicable and friendly temperament, which was very strange.

Lao Zhao has an innate magical ability, and the children feel kind to him.

"My name is Lin Lingyu." The little girl's eyes were quite big, showing the aura of a southerner.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "The sky is dark, the sky is dark, and the east wind is carrying the rain of gods. You see, your name is very suitable for the occasion."

Isn't it raining at this time? It's neither cold nor hot nor impatient, as if the gods intended it.

The little girl and her mother were a little nervous, and wanted to hide her daughter behind her, far away from this fierce look, but she didn't dare to move rashly, so she stood frozen on the spot for a while.

The original thought of having fun and rolling around was suppressed after Zhao Chuanxin cut off the pig's head with a knife.

The little girl was still very confused and didn't know why she came here today. Her fear of Zhao Chuanxin was slightly reduced, she smiled a little, and said with crooked eyebrows: "My dad believes in Jesus, and he even named me a My nickname is Angel."

The nickname Angel is not strange at all in this era. In fact, it is not unusual in the 21st century, because some people still call An Zhula despicable.

The girl's mother seemed to be touched and began to wipe her tears, but she did not dare to cry loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile, "Do you know what a real angel looks like?"

"I don't know." Lin Lingyu shook his head, his braid swaying in the rain.

"The real appearance of an angel is that it has eyes all over its body and a pair of feather wings hanging from its back. Just imagine it."