The cardamom girl died twice but could not die. Thinking of the pain of almost suffocating just now, she gave up the thought of hanging herself in a ring and sat there for a moment, shedding tears again.

This silent cry seemed to have drained away all the tears in the girl's life. She stood up and slowly wiped away the tears on her face. She seemed to be ten years older and more mature.

She looked at the "guest" who was kneeling on the ground with his head hanging low to the ground. She thought of the pain that had been pinched and pinched on her body just now, and she felt an inexplicable hatred of 120,000. She was not afraid that he was a corpse.

He stepped forward bravely and groped up and down with his delicate hands.

After a while, the cardamom girl took out a sling of more than a hundred coins, a pair of deerskin gloves, and many shady and vicious hidden weapons.

"Huh! I thought he was a wealthy businessman who spent a lot of money, but I didn't expect that he turned out to be a bodyguard who specializes in doing dirty work in secret!"

The burly man was so burly that several women could not move it, and the girl also suffered from headaches.

She thought for a moment, saw the hemp rope on the ground, and then thought of the windlass of the public well in the alley outside, and for some reason an idea came to her mind, and she immediately came up with a plan.

Then, the cardamom girl tied two strands of hemp rope together, wrapped one end around the strong man's armpit, and tied a slip knot. She took the other end out to the edge of the well and wrapped it around the water puller. It was just long enough.

So, she turned the water puller with all her strength. As the hemp rope continued to tighten and straighten, and even made a creaking sound, the recently dead body slipped out of the dilapidated and simple house and was slowly dragged backwards.

Get out of the alley.

At the end of the day, the cardamom girl untied the slip knots at both ends of the hemp rope and saw that one section was soaked in blood. Although she was a little reluctant to give up, she gritted her teeth and threw it over the brick wall that divided the alley in two, turned around and returned to her house.

Close the door and wait quietly.

Soon, the bloody smell of the corpse and the growing rotten stench attracted the wild dogs wandering nearby in the darkness.

Pair after pair of green eyes lit up, and countless wild dogs jumped over and silently disposed of the fresh corpse.

The cardamom girl waited in fear. Even though she covered her ears with both hands, there was still a crisp sound of bones being bitten into her ears.

However, as time went by, her face became paler and paler, but the expression on her face became more determined, as if she was a different person.

In the troubled times of Jincheng, the cardamom girl who lost her virginity at a young age has learned and understood the principle of the weak and the strong through bloody lessons. She wiped away her tears and had to continue to open her business in order to survive.

At the same time, the black-clothed monk swung over the little beggars, inadvertently stretched out his hand, and rescued the girl who had the door ajar. Without any worries anymore, she quietly disappeared into the vast night.

Jincheng was divided up by several martial arts families and Jianghu gangs, and they gradually became integrated with each other. Due to uneven sharing of benefits, conflicts broke out from time to time.

However, on the surface, according to the tacit understanding of fighting but not breaking, large-scale conflagrations will not occur, but in private, small actions continue.

Hiring black and white gangsters at high prices to assassinate each other is a trend that has recently become popular among major gangs in Jincheng. Otherwise, how could a swordsman from Tonglu Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River, who has been famous for a long time, come to test the waters.

On the second floor of the Yuelai Inn, not far from the alley where the cardamom girl with the half-open door was, three streets away, Ci Zhou, a monk who had once met the broken monk, "Blood Knife" Li Huan was having sex with a boy in green clothes and a small cap holding a sword.

They chatted in slang terms that ordinary people couldn't understand.

"There is a domesticated dog in the Rouge Horse stable in the east of the city. The opponent paid a huge price and even bought the horse by force. Go and kill this dog that has betrayed its owner and neglected the family! Kill the dog for money.

, twenty taels.”

"Blood Knife" Li Huan took out a small abacus from his arms, crackled it for a while, and politely declined: "Recently, a certain family's skills have increased, and their value must increase no matter what. Also, that dog's teeth and sharp mouth, I'm afraid

If it’s not easy to start, and with the necessary precautions, a certain family may have to pay a heavy price. This dog is not easy to kill!”

The boy holding the sword raised his chin, revealing his thick Adam's apple. He knew that the other party was sitting on the ground and raising the price, but he also knew that what "Xue Dao" said was true. What's unbelievable is that he had visited the place beforehand and knew a lot of inside information. He was probably a liar.

Can't go through.

"Okay! Since you have come all the way, our family has paid for this trip. The money for killing the dog is doubled, totaling fifty taels of silver. How about that?"

"Blood Knife" Li Huan heard that the "Sword Boy" he contacted was so generous. He knew that the target was not easy to deal with, but he was still greedy for profit. He was so confused by the white money that he nodded in agreement.

Unexpectedly, Yuelai Inn is where Jincheng's current intelligence exchange is located. One of them comes from a famous local family, and the other is a complete stranger. Everyone knows that the conspiracy is not trivial, and it may be a borrowed knife to kill people.

As a result, someone quickly went out and sold the fresh information to three gangs. Several gangs who were at odds with the martial arts family behind the "Sword Boy" immediately activated their eyeliners to keep an eye on the evil spirits coming from afar.

Guest, "Blood Knife" Li Huan!

At this time, Cizhou, a monk who had broken the precepts, followed an inexplicable inspiration and came to Yuelai Inn. Seeing that he had red lips and white teeth, and was dressed in black monk robes, and looked good, the waiter personally came up to greet him and led him to the hotel.

"Season" on the second floor.

Unexpectedly, the black-clothed monk once again ran into Li Huan, the "blood knife" whom he had met once before. He once bought porridge for him and gave it to a beggar.

The power of breaking up chaos and cause and effect in the body of Ci Zhou, a monk who broke the precepts, was triggered, and he actually saw two signs of death in this man.

First, "Blood Knife" Li Huan was bound by throwing knife nets and dragged to death. Second, he was led into a series of traps, stepped on a animal trap, and his right foot was broken on the spot. When he was in excruciating pain, he was hit by many stones.

Beaten to death.

"One drink, one peck, it's destiny! If you weren't destined to be with me, you would have died a tragic fate!"

The monk in black made up his mind to repay his kindness when necessary, and then stretched out his hand to greet the waiter.

"Here comes a plain-cut chicken, no meat for dipping, three ounces of aged vinegar mixed with five cents of sesame oil, and a piece of fresh lotus leaf cut into shreds. I heard that local people drink strong liquor, is there any Jiangnan Huadiao?"

The waiter is also a little person with a sharp eye for people. He is sweet-tongued and has a very smooth temper. When he first met the monk in black, he felt that he was different from the ordinary. Now that he is listening to his order, I secretly learned something.

So the waiter nodded and admitted that he had ten jars of aged flower carvings in his cellar and brought up a pound of them.

Seeing that the waiter hadn't walked away, Ci Zhou, the monk who had broken the precepts, understood very well and knew that he had to pay first and then eat. He reached into his arms and took out a bunch of large coins that had just been received and were not yet warm, and he happily discharged a hundred or so coins.

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The waiter grinned, took off the rag from his shoulder with his right hand, wiped it on the table a few times, accepted the meal money without any fuss, bowed, took two steps back, and quickly turned around and went downstairs.
Chapter completed!