Chapter 119: Undercurrent and Open Current

The night is endless, as if there is no birth of Zhong Ni in eternity.
Probation alley.
Yunhu stood alone in the street, surrounded by high and low red brick buildings.
The cartridge case and parts were scattered all over the place, and the remaining flesh was embedded between the particles of the bumps on the asphalt, which had dried up.
He exhaled with a trembling breath, picked up a bloodstained duck tongue hat with his fingers, and turned to leave.
...
In the twilight, he passed the West City and blew his tears.
The city people laughed, who knew I was sad!
-"Crossing the Vegetable Market" Xu Chengyao
The sky was covered with milk and the sun was shining. But he could not tear the dark clouds.
Kill pigs three times, kill people nine times!
Liuzi, I knew I should have asked you to take a knife and handle. Jia Er, the jerk, is really a mother-in-law, a pack of pickles, brought to his uncle's house?
Oh no, we are him.
Liuzi, you have to understand that the prison department of the Qing Dynasty National Criminal Service Department is the oldest in craftsmanship and the most proficient in work.
The third door to eat overcast rice, the stabbing of corpses, and the coloriers of paper-throwers all stood back!
Who is the first one? It's us, the executioner who cut the head.
In Tongzhi for three years, our aunt at that time met Tai Xiuying's female general Zhou Xiuying, our helper.
The woman is slim, with her skeleton cut off, and you won't blink.
From the beginning of that year, we have served this bowl of rice for more than 50 years. During the day, I took winter melon to draw a white line. When I practiced the head, I used incense sticks at night.
From the helper's "nephew" to "second aunt" and then to "big aunt", at the age of forty-three, he stood alone, and they called us "Deng Ye".
Six sons, the eight ministers of Xianfeng Year, do you know? How capable! It's all chopped! Who has the sword? I!
In the autumn of the twenty-four years of Guangxu, there were six people at the mouth of the food market outside Xuanwumen. There is a Sichuanese named Liu Guangdi under the knife. His head fell to the ground and his body did not fall. He was really a hero.
Inside and outside the South Gate, a water leak around,
Why did he come here? Look at us!
Give me a favor, give it to us!
Six sons, that is really the most magnificent game of our life.
Liuzi, don't look down on our business. We are national law and honorary code!
Let me ask you, which generation and which emperor must not be beheaded? Beheaded, he can't leave us! Can't live without our knife!
I never imagined that, in our generation, it was his mother ’s landlord who drew his ears and choked the mud!
This official's unhappiness beheaded and switched to a gun, this damn.
Eh? Xiao Ermin is not back yet?
Hey ~ but we can't forget it, Liuzi.
Others say that this business should hurt Yinde? Nonsense!
All the devils in the ocean said that people die and ascend to heaven, and this is a step to ascend to heaven, six ~
Wait, there are people.
"..."
It's two percent off.
Don't be bullshit, you're not blind to me! I know he wears our belt.
What are you worried about? Egg bag!
The year we cut Liu Guang was twenty-four years of Guangxu. Six children, you should calculate. How many years should it be in the solar calendar?
Oh, in 1898, to this day, a hundred years?
For a hundred years, just wait for a little cub ...
"Can you run away !?"
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The oil paper bag was tossed in the air, the sepals, shredded radish, bean skin, fungus, and kohlrabi were poured on the ground.
Li Yan walked into the mouth of Caishi, with a black-red belt tied around his waist. He was sloshing in the street with a thin and slender figure.
Encountering a small stone lion in the alley on the way, Li Yan did not hide, and passed through without hindrance.
In front of Li Yan's eyes, there was a lean little old man with a braid behind his head, white hair dangling in front of his eyes, and the chicken blood on his face was not dry. He was smoking a dry cigarette bag.
Standing next to the old man, a small white-faced cormorant looked sad and angry.
The little old man put down the cigarette-pole pole on his hand, and his eyelids turned upwards, nasty. At the foot of his feet, a human skull rolled to Li Yan's feet. Li Yan looked at his head.
Li Yanhun didn't care, kicked his head away, approached the two step by step, and said in his mouth:
"I heard people say. When this ancient man was beheaded, the executioner walked out of the crowd while the prisoner was unprepared, with his sword raised and his head closed, and his head blinked three times when he landed.
"Today, I send you two smiling Jiuquan."
In response to him, the little old man was facing Daoguang.
Deng Yan yelled with open tongue, and the blood on his face was divine.
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This is a foggy and translucent flyhouse, with dim lights and cross-flow of sewage, heads and mouths open in the steamer, and the atmosphere is gloomy.
The bloodless headless chef on the apron shuddered and dared not to rise his head behind the wine cabinet. The two men on the table seemed more fearful than it was.
The table was full of beer, and the two sat opposite each other.
"Is that all right?"
The man poked at the table, his strong alcohol almost became a sign.
Opposite him was a man in a suit, staring at the handle of the red and white machine with his whole body intently, his thumb moving quickly.
Suddenly, the man in the suit stopped his fingers and looked gloomy.
"Cut, hang up."
The drunk man had a knife in his eyes and hit the man in a suit.
"Ahem ~"
The man in the suit coughed twice, quickly pulled the handle back into his pocket, and stretched out his palm towards the drunk man.
"Introduce yourself, Renny."
"Wushan."
"This is what you want. All the walking records of this Yan Fu incident, including inheritance, expertise, purchase records, etc. are all available."
Wu Shan took over the yellow document bag that Renny handed over.
"I'm not the first time I have dealt with the owner of Yu, why have I never seen you?"
"I was new."
Ren Niyan was concise.
"Is it?"
Ren Ni watched Wushan tear the paper bag and added with a smile: "After all, it is a gray transaction that does not comply with the charter. Even if" Houtu "opens one eye and closes one eye, the other people in the ten masters are staring, so You ca n’t let Ninja come forward, and it ’s easy to talk about using special items that do n’t belong to this fruit, so it ’s a graphic version, please forgive me.

Wushan opened the paper bag and quickly browsed:
"Bi Fang, Xuan Ming, Tang Yan, Gu Jiu Birds, Hey, oh, there is still a Wuxian inheritance that has not grown up, Kui? I have seen it a few times and it is considered to be a handful of five immortal.
Wu Shan's eyes stared, staring at the two characters on the paper.
White Pond.
Finally found……
"This is also a normal thing. Such escaping incidents, which tend to recycle resources, are very rare. Under a large base, there are a lot of dregs and a lot of strong hands, oh, yes."
Renny pointed to a name on the paper.
"This man, the owner is not very fond of it. Can you kill him easily if it is convenient? If it is you, it will be fine."
Wushan stunned at will.
"Are you a bird? The heritage is too weak and not interested. I don't plan to make that ass."
"That's it."
Renny shrugged. "That's a pity."
Wu Shan put down his documents and stared at Ren Ni.
"Is there anything wrong with the information? Mr. Wu?"
"No, nothing."
Wu Shan shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head to study the documents. The owner of the [Bai Ze] heritage came to Zhaoxin.
A beautiful girl who looks like a junior high school student.
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