bloody ghost

Chapter 1: Strange Visitor

The sword is faster than the sword, and the sword is stronger than the sword!

The night in the ancient city of the Western Regions always comes so early, the autumn wind rustles, autumn always makes people feel discouraged, autumn always makes people feel the passage of time, so vicissitudes of life. Autumn is always cloudy and rainy.

At this time, Qinglian Villa is struggling in the autumn rain.

The rain has wet the whole body of the middle-aged man lying at the door, but he is resisting with all his strength. He does not want to hand over his pain to a woman who loves him. She is still young, and she still has her own world and future. She

There is also their child, a three-year-old son, who is just starting to understand.

"Junior sister, I'm sorry, I...I really can't protect you and Qing'er," the young man said every word with such difficulty.

"Brother, let's go, leave here, shall we give up everything here?" The woman's cry was so miserable and helpless in the autumn rain.

"Silly sister, we have chosen to give up, but they still won't let us go!"

The man's eyes looked directly at the three people in the rain. They were brothers from the same family in the past, and he watched them grow up.

"You guys let Junior Sister go, I'll help you," the man stood up with his last strength. This villa was Master's hard work and his home. Unfortunately, he was defeated by the brothers he believed in most. They died on the anniversary of Master's death.

Yes, the wine was poisoned.

"We can't let him go, we must root out the situation and kill him. Everything here will be ours." The second senior brother in the rain spoke.

"I'm not dead yet, are you sure of victory?" The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"Let them go, senior brother, as long as you promise to leave the Western Region forever, we will let you and the junior sister go," said the fourth junior brother in the rain.

"Okay, I promise you, let's go together, junior sister. Today I will only take away the master's sword," the man endured, calling the young woman to come over and support him. He held the three-year-old child Qing'er by the hand, and the family struggled.

and leave.

When the rain falls on them, it is desolation? It is distress? It is the washing away of humanity.

Qing'er doesn't understand why these three uncles, who used to amuse her every day, want to kill his father today? He doesn't understand now, but he understands fifteen years later, and it's very desolate.

"Let them go like this?" Lao San said, looking at his severed right hand, he was unwilling to give in, but the martial arts of the senior brother was too high. If they hadn't secretly poisoned the senior brother and damaged his internal strength, they

Three are no match for him.

"He was poisoned by the cold poison of the Western Regions. Without the century-old snow lotus from Tianshan Mountain, he would not have survived for a month. The century-old snow lotus has been in my hand for a long time. I will keep the sword in his hand as a souvenir!" The second child's evil smile made this man laugh.

The night was even more terrifying, as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky in the rainy night.

Fifteen years passed by in this lightning.

People who know Lao Shang in the west of the city think so. Lao Shang is a hard-working man. Lao Shang’s butcher shop opens very early. He is the first butcher shop to open in the ancient city every day.

The meat at Lao Shang's butcher shop is very clean. Even people from the east of the city like to sell his meat. No one has seen how he separates the clean bones from the meat. If you want bones, you will never see a trace on them.

If you want a pound of meat, there is only one pound under his knife. His knife is so accurate. This is Lao Shang, an Lao Shang who only sells meat.

No one in this remote ancient city in the Western Region wanted to mess with him, because Lao Shang was also nicknamed Kuai Dao Shang Yuan. The knife in his hand had never been vegetarian. He only knew the meat he sold every day, and the people who came to make trouble.

hand.

No one knows how fast his knife is. Neighbors who have seen him use a knife say that he just uses a very ordinary butcher knife. Some time ago, two swordsmen from other places came to Lao Shang and seemed to want something.

Something, Lao Shang did not agree. The foreign swordsman moved his hands. After Lao Shang's butcher's knife flew in his hands, the two swordsmen's hands were left with only clean bones and arms without a trace of flesh. It was as if they had been withered for a hundred years.

The hands of the skeletons in the tomb are so clean that it’s terrifying.

He also has another identity: he is the third junior brother of Kuai Jian Yuan Feng, the current owner of Qinglian Villa.

He never smiled, only when he was chopping meat for the guests, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. The most naughty second-rate man in the ancient city once made a bet that whoever could make Lao Shang smile would steal the bellyband of the drunken girl.

But he lost, and he lost miserably. Even if he invited the most beautiful girl in Zuiyin Tower and took off his coat himself, Lao Shang didn't laugh, but just picked at his flesh quietly, as if there were tears in his eyes.

The meat is more beautiful than the girl.

But today everyone in the ancient city knows that he smiled, and his smile was so miserable. Because Lao Shang only gave away the meat today and did not sell it. Every time a regular customer came, Lao Shang's face was full of smiles. It was a kind of smile.

Miserable and helpless, there is a flattering smile. In the past fifteen years, this is the first time that people in the ancient city have seen Lao Shang smile. His eyes are smiling and looking into the distance.

Dusk in the ancient city came very quickly. Time never wanted to wait. At this moment when dusk should not have come, a carriage came to the ancient city and stopped at the door of the butcher shop in Shangyuan.

"Mom, we're here," a young boy following behind the car spoke first.

"Qing'er, go see if his meat has been delivered?" The voice in the car was that of a woman, but her voice was unusually cold.

"Yes, mother, but I'm hungry." The young man named Qing'er got off his horse, carrying a large box on his back.

"Qing'er, go see if your Uncle Shang's meat has been delivered. After finishing the work, Mom will take you to eat the most delicious barbecue in the ancient city. Hey, Mom hasn't eaten in fifteen years." A distant thought, in the car

The wife's words flowed full of the wanderer's expectations.

Shang Yuan was still picking the meat without raising his head. It seemed that in this world, he only knew the meat in his hands, and the meat in his hands was his only world. After picking the last piece of meat, Lao Shang put down the knife, wrapped it and gave it to the last one.

A waiting regular customer. Lao Shang smiled again, very happily, as if he had completed a masterpiece in his life.

"Mom, uncle's meat has been delivered," Qing'er turned around and said to the people in the carriage.

"Oh, Qing'er, mother, you must remember that everyone has a hobby in his life, and you must respect the profession he loves." The words of the woman in the car were profound and far-reaching.

"You are Uncle Shang, Kuai Dao Shang Yuan, have you received the letter?" The boy named Qing'er had a sweet voice.

"Yes, I am Shang Yuan. I have received the letter. Today I will only deliver it and not sell it. The king is looking at the side with his sword, his bow has already fallen into the sky." Shang Yuan looked at the sky, looking for beautiful memories.

"Mom said, you can't use the poems of Qinglian Villa." Qing'er is a child who has not grown up. He only has eyes for his mother who loves him.

"Really? It has been fifteen years, and Junior Sister is still full of resentment."

A simple conversation, but an invisible pressure. When he was young, Shang Yuan was the coldest killer of the disciples of Qinglian Villa, but when he was most proud, he made a mistake that he shouldn't have made. He wanted to repent, but in fifteen years he gave up the

With everything he had, he became a pig butcher, but he made a mistake and had no room to look back. As the most famous killer in the Western Regions in the past, he felt murderous intent for the first time, and this murderous intent came from the young Qing'er.

"I know that uncle is a person who deserves to be killed, but you are still alive." Qing'er said softly to Lao Shang, as if she was discussing his flesh rather than killing someone.

"It's good to be alive! But he is a damned person, but he has lived for fifteen more years." The lady in the car sighed repeatedly.

"Actually, living is quite tiring. Junior sister, your life must not be easy?" Shang Yuan felt that after fifteen years, he could finally let go of the flesh in his hands, and his eyes were full of confusion. When people live, they are looking for depression. When it is time to let go of everything,

, only to discover that the world is so beautiful.

"Okay, Uncle Shang, I'm going to kill you. You must die. After I kill you, my mother will celebrate my birthday tomorrow." From Qing'er's words, killing seemed like a kind of housekeeping game, but he just

A child, a child who will not turn eighteen until tomorrow.

"Uncle, do you use a knife?"

"The knife I use is just a pig-killing knife."

"Oh, I will kill you quickly, you don't have to be afraid." Qing'er put down the box on her back and opened it gently.

"I heard that Uncle Shang still has some conscience. When he kills you, he should be quick so that he doesn't suffer." Qing'er said to herself.

Conscience, where is conscience in this world? Lao Shang wanted to ask himself. On a rainy night fifteen years ago, when he watched his senior brother and his family leaving in sadness, his conscience was gone and he only had repentance in his heart.

He repented and put his heart into the moment of killing the pig. He liked to see the struggle and helplessness of the pig before death. He knew that one day, he would be the stupid pig, a stupid pig being slaughtered on the record.

.

"Uncle Shang, please use the knife! I heard that your knife is very fast. When Qing'er opens the box, you will die, otherwise my mother will scold Qing'er for being useless." Qing'er's eyes did not leave the box.

A quick knife is a quick knife. Although Lao Shang left Qinglian Villa, he did not put down his martial arts. Every day he picked meat, which was a kind of rapid progress. He knew that the hatred in this world has not ended, and they will come back. It’s just this

The waiting time was too long, he had waited for fifteen years.

"Junior sister, it has been fifteen years and you still hate me so much," Shang Yuan wanted to know the answer.

"If it were you, would you forget it? When you see the person you love most falling in your arms, but you can't do anything about it, will you forget all this?" The junior sister in the car sounded so sad, as if this

Everything happened yesterday, and this scene will be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

Shang Yuan's knife was already in his hand, and everything in front of him froze in an instant. His dream returned to the past. He was a swordsman and the killer who shocked the world, the fast knife Shang Yuan. Today he took action, and he believed in his own knife.

But the moment he took action, Lao Shang left a sentence: This is fast.

He didn't see how Qing'er took action, all he felt was the tremor of his Adam's apple. This time he saw the blood he spurted, not the blood spurted by those stupid pigs when they killed the pigs.

Lao Shang fell on the table where he put the meat. For fifteen years, the pigs he killed were all put on the table. He used his sharp knife to peel off their bones and flesh, but today he put himself on the table.

On the case, he would never wake up again, and he wanted to know what was in that box? Unfortunately, the opportunity was left to the living to guess, and he only heard the sound of a piano string.

The night in the ancient city has come again. At this moment, it is just a moment of silence. No one cares about others leaving. The night contains secrets and treachery. The drunken flower house is still bright and feasting.

Only when the junior sister's carriage left, a song echoed in the carriage for a long time: The sword was clasped and the mournful chant was in the air, the bones of the beams and Chen were in a mess. The emperor's dragon sank into the sunwell of the scene, who sang about the jade trees and the thick flowers in the garden. It's so sad to say that this place is so sad at the moment.
Chapter completed!