Twilight War

——What do you want to offer a reward for?

—Fireworks, I want to offer a reward for a grand fireworks.

07

Black Market Ninth Street.

Today, there are street refugees whose lives are cheaper than paper, as well as high-ranking officials and aristocrats hidden in the crowd, and gang leaders. It seems that someone mixed pearls and sand and dumped them on this dark Ninth Street.

But no matter what is hidden here, it has nothing to do with Huangxuan Jin at the moment, he is already starting to wonder if he is mentally retarded, actually bringing a little girl to a carnival.

Although Little Jasmine just obediently followed Huangxuan Jin most of the time, he still underestimated the girl's curiosity.Little Jasmine almost asked him about everything she saw.

"Xiao Jin, what are those?" Little Jasmine looked sideways at the beak masked man beside her, the girl frowned, feeling that those people were a bit weird.

"They're pretending to be a plague doctor." Huang Xuanjin pulled the girl back to retreat to the first convoy.

"Plague doctor?"

"Several centuries ago, the plague was the most terrifying god of death in the Westland. Whenever a plague came, the dead were harvested by a sickle. And the plague doctor always came with the plague and was pointed by the stick in his hand. It means death."

Huang Xuanjin's eyes followed those who were pretending to be plague doctors.He half-opened his eyes as if he hadn't woken up.

In the western land several centuries ago, those plague doctors wore cold masks, merciless and cruel.They wear thick black robes, not bare | any skin, they want to isolate themselves from death.

In front of those patients, they are judges with long sticks like scepters.

But after all, they are just mortals with cold masks.

After a plague, most of them also died.

A corpse thrown in the wilderness, like a dead bird.

The black robe on his body is rotten.

"Then why are they pretending to be plague doctors? It doesn't sound good at all." Little Jasmine said while tugging at the hem of Huangxuan Jin's clothes.

"What's wrong?"

"Death doesn't sound very good." Little Jasmine said.

Huang Xuanjin smiled lightly and said, "It sounds a bit bad, but I will die, and so will you."

Death is only once for everyone, so it is grand and solemn, more grand than any celebration.Just like how grand the Jiu Xun Festival was, good wine would still flow through the Qinhuai River every year.The wine sellers in Jinling have seen the ritual soul sacrifice every four years too many times.But there is only one death.

But death seems to be only a moment, short and frivolous.

"Some people are greedy for life, some are fearless, but there are always people in this world who are joking about death." The young man looked at the noisily passing through the black market's Ninth Street.

"If one day I die, it doesn't mean I'm a deserter, or I'm not strong enough, it's just that I suddenly don't want to play anymore." The boy said in the wind of the black market Ninth Street, his black hair blowing up.

Live to death, some people see death, some people see life.

Some people only saw a scene full of absurdity, so they laughed and cursed, so they were debauched.

The curtain of the world fell, the dead skeletons carnivaled, and the surviving people sang with drums.

"Let's go, there will be more fun in the future." Huangxuan Jin took two lollipops from a shop, then threw two copper coins over, tore open the aluminum wrapping and handed them to Little Jasmine.

"I don't want the strawberry flavor, I don't like strawberries." Little Jasmine said with a frown.

"Eat it, anyway, there won't really be strawberries in it." Huang Xuanjin said.

"Xiao Jin, when do you think people are considered old?" Little Jasmine and Huangxuan Jin leaned against the street lamp, looking at the peddler who was peddling in the street opposite.

Huang Xuanjin tilted his head and thought for a while, then looked down at Little Jasmine, "When you think about this question, you are already old."

"Then I'm already old." Little Jasmine said with her head lowered.

"Yeah, you old woman." Huang Xuanjin looked up at the crows flying above the street with a lollipop in his mouth.

The team of □□ passed by noisily, like a large school of fish passing through the ocean.

Huang Xuanjin raised his head, he always thought that the Ninth Street of the black market was a group of desperate people.It stands to reason that desperadoes should walk alone, they are aliens in this world, at least they are not tolerated in the ordinary world.But they insisted on getting together.

What is the purpose of gathering together a group of heterogeneous people?

Even if each other's thorns are next to each other, do we still have to stay close together?

But they really got together, but they were alienated from each other, keeping the final distance.

The two desperate people are unwilling to be frank with each other.

"Little Jin, I want that mask." Little Jasmine tugged at the corner of Huangxuan Jin's clothes.

Huang Xuanjin thought about the price of the masks in the Lost Paradise, "That's too expensive, we can't afford it."

"Little Jin, you are so poor." Little Jasmine murmured.

"Yeah, I'm so poor and sad." Huang Xuanjin said.

Huang Xuanjin bit the candy in his mouth, turned his head and saw the man who was picking out the mask in front of the stall, a strand of silver hair leaked from the man's hood.

He immediately pulled Little Jasmine to hide behind the street lamp.

"What's wrong?" Little Jasmine asked.

"What do you think I saw?"

"what?"

"A meal ticket for walking!"

Huang Xuanjin said with bright eyes.

Wischpel picked up a mask from the stand.

"That's it, it suits you very well," said the man who looked like the boss behind the stall. The man was tall and had a steady voice. He was wearing a traditional Baobo mask without any patterns on it, which looked quite plain.

His tone didn't sound like he was selling merchandise, but rather like giving orders.

"Yeah, it's very good!" The young man beside the stall owner, who looked like a helper, was wearing a half-mask painted with gorgeous laurel, and he was quite attentive to help.

Only from the lower half of his face that was exposed, it can be seen that the young man's appearance is beautiful.

"If I don't buy it, will a group of bone eaters rush out and put a gun on my head?" Wihipel put a silver coin on the stall and put on his mask.

The masked teenager waved his hands hastily, "No... no way! We are in serious business!"

"Doing serious business in the black market Ninth Street?" Wisipel raised his eyes and looked at the stall owner.

"For ordinary people, no. But if it's Your Highness, I might be like this." The stall owner smiled behind the mask and said, "After all, this really suits you. If you don't buy it, I will be very unhappy. .”

Just as Wischpel was about to leave, a girl rushed towards him suddenly, and he immediately touched the flintlock gun at his waist under the hem of his clothes.

But the girl ran straight over and hugged Vehipel's thigh violently.Vehipel was a little dazed, but the gun in his hand had subconsciously touched the girl's body.

Wischpel looked down at the little girl with an aggrieved face, her eyes were as cold as a lake in winter.

The girl seemed to be holding back something to say.Wihipel felt a little bit that the girl was forced to beg by others, but the girl's clothes, although not gorgeous, were considered neat and tidy, and it shouldn't look like she was being forced to beg.

Even though the stall owner next to him was wearing a mask, he could tell that he was waiting to see Vichypel's show.

As if she had made up her mind, the girl hugged Vehipel's leg and burst into tears, "...Dad!"

The stall owner at the side shook his head, tilted his head gossipingly and said to the young man beside him, "Ika, it's a good show."

Yika immediately gave the stall owner a handful of the melon seeds in his hand.

"I don't know you." Wihipel frowned, but he couldn't push the girl away directly.

"Of course you don't know me! My mother gave birth to me for seven months, and you left us and left! You are not human!" The little girl cried with pear blossoms, and Dou E felt wronged.

"A beast." The stall owner lifted the mask halfway up his head, and shook his head while knocking on the melon seeds.

"I don't know, let alone your mother." Wihipel said in a rather cold tone.

"No, you must know her!" The girl hugged Vichypel's leg and never let go, "I'm here this time to ask you for child support!"

"What kind of mother is your mother, did you leave any tokens?" the stall owner said quickly, looking like an aunt next door who is serious about mediating family conflicts.

"She doesn't have a bad temper at all, and she has dead eyes all day long." The little girl muttered, "And she's very poor."

"Without a job, I know how to wander around every day."

Vehipel looked at the little girl and pressed the center of her eyebrows.

"She's tall and has no breasts!" The girl thought for a while and added, "But she has very long legs!"

"Did she ask you to come here?" Vehipel asked.

The girl nodded.

"I see." Wihipel said, "Hold out your hand."

The girl immediately spread her hands and looked up at Vesper. The end of the girl's eyes drooped slightly, looking like a pitiful puppy.

Vichypel put a few gold coins in the girl's hand.

The girl was astonished as if seeing so much money for the first time, but carefully played with the gold coins in her hand, as if she was afraid that the gold coins would be broken in her hands accidentally.

"I... I'll go back to find my mother first! Come and see her some time, or she will go crazy one day! She is very abnormal now." The girl ran away before she finished speaking.

"He is tall and has no breasts." The stall owner said while nibbling sunflower seeds, "But the legs are very long."

"No job, crazy." Ika's tone seemed to be sympathetic to the woman he had never met.

"Si Yuyan has a bad temper and is poor." The stall owner shook his head, "Your Highness, are you hungry or have a different vision than ordinary people."

"I thought that you had been hurt for many years because you were unmarried, or that you were going to sacrifice Arthur and devote yourself to the great cause of governing Arthur. Now it seems... I underestimated you." Throwing it on the ground, he cupped his hands and said, "Admiration."

A dark alley.

Huang Xuanjin and Little Jasmine were sharing the spoils.

"Come on, these are mine and these are yours."

"Why are those all yours, only give me these two." Little Jasmine said dissatisfied.

"Who told you to say that I have dead fish eyes just now." Huang Xuanjin pointed to his eyes and said, "This is peach blossom eyes, do you understand? Peach blossom eyes! Let alone in Donghuang, even in Xilu, these eyes are destined I'm going to be the daughter of the world. It looks like a dead fish eye, but I'm too lazy to open it! Do you understand!"

"But all I do is physical work!" the girl muttered.

"Have you ever seen a miner who worked hard to get rich?" Huang Xuanjin said: "Working hard is useless, you must have a brain."

"Let's go, my brother will take you to drink in a big bowl and eat a big piece of meat!"

As soon as Huang Xuanjin turned around, he saw a silver-haired man waiting at the entrance of the alley, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

The man's mask is hidden in the intersection of shadow and light.

Outside the alley is a noisy caravan, and the plague doctor, who symbolizes death, sings on the high platform.

Huang Xuanjin looked at the man in shock.

"I paid prostitution last time, and this time I paid alimony, so you can't always treat me as a wronged guest. You have to give me some sweetness, motherfucker..." The man turned his head in the hustle and bustle Said the boy holding the stolen money.