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"Master—"

"kill him!"

Zhu Rong persecuted him again, he had exhausted all the reasons, and it depended on whether Ji Mo could do it.

Ji Mo was still hesitant, he didn't want to kill such an innocent person, Zhu Rong's eyes turned cold: "You don't even dare to kill a beggar, how do you want revenge?!"

He seemed unable to bear Ji Mo's weakness.

What they don't know is that Ji Mo has killed people before. Actually, it's not too many, but it's definitely not too many.

To kill, to kill an innocent person, to Ji Mo, it was more a challenge to principles, and it would not cause any psychological problems because of such things.

But Zhu Rong was obviously afraid of the latter, thinking that Ji Mo couldn't kill a beggar because of his personality or psychological problems.

"Master, can't others? Can you practice with those condemned prisoners? I can guarantee that I will never be soft on those people."

Ji Mo asked again, this time, his voice seemed to be suppressed by Zhu Rong's aura.

"Death row prisoner?" Zhu Rong's voice was full of sarcasm, "Are you going to tell the government that you can replace the executioner's duties through music?"

That would be no different from committing suicide.

Heart joy was once regarded as the joy of demons.

The people who played heart music also shouted and killed everywhere.

Seriously speaking, Zhu Rong was to blame for this situation.

After moving down from the mountain, there were more people in daily contact. Ji Mo heard some people say that he was curious about some mysterious things like major cases.

The case about Xinle, to be honest, was the most sensational case three to forty years ago, and it could be regarded as a major case that caused a national sensation.

There is no longer the name of Zhu Rong in the legend. It is only said that he is a demon who controls others with the help of evil spirits to make profits. , the legend of this case became more and more widespread, and many people demonized it. Even the method of killing people was like a ghost killing people, full of legend.

But to be specific, no one can explain why those people were killed. They can only say that it was the evil deeds of monsters, which are completely unreasonable evil deeds.

Such a reputation doesn't sound good, Ji Mo doesn't know what Zhu Rong is thinking, anyway, he is very uncomfortable to hear, and even thought about helping the monster in the story to speak, but he really doesn't know what it is No matter what, it's not easy to open your mouth.

Later when he returned home, he asked about the whole story of the case, Zhu Rong just smiled sarcasticly at that time: "It's just a bad idea in my heart."

How exactly, he never said.

Anyway, since that case, Xinle has also become the monster equipment that the government must encircle and suppress. Exposing this in front of the government is simply courting death.

"No, I mean, I can find those damned people and let them experience a different way of dying."

Ji Mo has already taken the dagger handed over by Zhu Rong, grasping the dagger, he pinched the cold dagger as if it was heating up, looking at Zhu Rong, the ugly face full of scars became serious at this moment, as if A little more terrifying majesty.

Zhu Rong was startled, as if he didn't realize it, and whispered: "It's from the government..."

Whether a person deserves to die depends entirely on the judgment of the government.

But is the government's verdict really fair?

Are the death row prisoners they said really death row prisoners?

Zhu Rong didn't turn the corner for Ji Mo's rebellious statement that he was obviously acting on behalf of others and acting on behalf of the heavens. When he figured it out, he couldn't help but soften his eyes. To have such an idea, Ji Mo, a disciple, is not as timid as a mouse kind of.

"So, or not to kill?"

He glanced at the beggar beside him, who was still lying there soundly asleep, as if he didn't feel anything.

After all, it is still an excuse to "not kill".

He seemed to have seen through some of Ji Mo's original intentions. He was going to be angry, but after talking for so long, and hearing what Ji Mo said again, he didn't know what to say anymore. He said he was wrong, he Obviously bolder than himself, even when he finally took revenge, Zhu Rong never thought of completely ignoring the government's thoughts.

His awe of the government comes from instinct, as if his awe of the court has turned into a more specific aspect, but now...

Zhu Rong wanted to praise Ji Mo for being as bold as him, but felt that even "not daring" to kill a beggar was really not considered bold.

The sky was getting dark, and they had to return to the town before it got dark, so there was no time to waste outside.

"I only kill enemies, wicked people, people who should be killed, and the blood of innocent people should not stain my hands."

Ji Mo still insisted.

He would not exchange his own life for that of a beggar, so if Zhu Rong insisted on forcing him to choose between the two, then his principles would only fail, and he would choose to save his own life, but, It was a last resort, and if possible, he hoped to have both.

"Not everything goes the way you want."

As Zhu Rong said this, he suddenly pinched Ji Mo's arm, pressed him down, and swiped the dagger forward. The beggar's blood was still hot and red...

Ji Mo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect it to be like this, he really didn't expect that even though Zhu Rong was about to agree, he still...

He already knew Zhu Rong very well, just now he clearly noticed that he would no longer force himself to kill people, but he didn't expect the same result in the end.

If he didn't kill it himself, Zhu Rong did it by pinching his arm, but——

"It's normal to kill someone for the first time, just get used to it."

Zhu Rong was taken aback seeing Ji Mo, thinking that he was talking too much, but in fact he still couldn't face such a situation, so he said one more word to let him learn to adapt.

"If you want revenge, you have to learn to kill. Even if you don't have to do it yourself, you have to get used to it."

Zhu Rong's statement was not very clear, but his meaning was clear, and he wanted Ji Mo to learn to adapt to the psychological changes brought about by the murder.

"Yes, I understand."

Ji Mo's voice was a little low, but he still complied. He was already dead, so there was no point in arguing about it.

This year, when Ji Mo handed the dagger back to Zhu Rong and asked him to stab him in the face again, he closed his eyes and waited, but Zhu Rong didn't move for a long time. He waited for a long time, opened his eyes and found Zhu Rong didn't intend to do anything at all.

"It won't be necessary in the future, and there is no place to add a knife to your face."

Except for the small area near the ear, the cheeks, forehead, and even the bridge of the nose have been crossed by scars several times. At first glance, they are all layered scars, some of which are lighter in color over the years, and some of these It is from recent years, and the color will be darker, that is, most people will not look carefully, otherwise, looking at the scars of different shades, you can find that this is not a natural scar.

However, most people don't look carefully, and they will delve into how the scars on other people's faces are left.

With the appearance ruined to such a state, even if you use good medicine for removing scars in the future, it may not be able to restore the intact appearance. In this way, there is really no need for one more knife or one less knife.

"Eh? Good."

Ji Mo agreed happily, not because of the scar, it would be good to have less pain and less risk of infection.

The atmosphere of the New Year in the town is quite strong, but it is only strong at home, and it is still somewhat deserted outside, especially after the heavy snow has accumulated, many people are a little worried.

The houses of poor people are not very strong. If they are crushed by snow, it will not only be a matter of property loss, but may also kill them accidentally.

In addition to such crises, when the weather is cold, charcoal burning is also prone to accidents.

For this reason, Ji Mo specially made a tin stove, and connected a wooden smoke exhaust pipe to go out, which increases the safety and the heating effect is better. Every night when he goes to bed, he puts his clothes next to the stove without directly Put it on, it’s fine if it’s nearby, and when it’s dawn, take it over and wear it, it will be warm and cozy, and there is really no need for a down jacket to be inferior.

When it comes to sharp tools like down jackets, Ji Mo thought about making them himself, but those goose and duck downs are really not easy to collect. In ancient times, few people raised these things on a large scale. They kept a few of them in their own homes, not for food. Eggs are for eating meat, and the plucked feathers may be used to make feather dusters, but not many people collect the fluff that flies away when the wind blows.

Ji Mo also thought about going door-to-door to buy, but how much is the right price for this kind of thing?If you give too little, people are too lazy to bother, but if you give too much, you feel like you have been taken advantage of.

That is to say, Widow Li is more in line with Ji Mo's ideas, and is willing to help Ji Mo pay attention. After a few years of accumulation, she has a sack of fluff that has been washed and dried.

When it came to the tailoring of the clothes, Ji Mo entrusted the matter to Widow Li again, and divided the sack of down into two parts, one part for Zhu Rong to make a waistcoat, and the other part for Widow Li to make a waistcoat for her. Half-arm jacket.

During the Chinese New Year, Widow Li brought the waistcoat for Zhu Rong. Ji Mo knew at a glance that there was only a lot of down in it, and it looked thick. It was all Widow Li's wish.

Zhu Rong only thought of Ji Mo's filial piety, and Ji Mo suspected that it was probably because of this that he was spared the knife this year.

Over time, even a stone heart should be melted into water.

Ji Mo helped Widow Li some more in private, and distributed a lot of the charcoal he made at home. He had done a lot in the first place, and he was thinking about paying back the favors to Widow Li. Rong agreed. He put the charcoal in a basket and picked it for Widow Li. Even the iron stove was specially installed for Widow Li's house. He told her some key points of use, and got various snacks made by the other party for the New Year. Son, she always prepares those sweet snacks for him as if she treats Jimo like a child.

Ji Mo couldn't refuse, so he could only reciprocate with other gifts later on, and the repeated visits seemed to deepen the relationship a lot.