The drowning ghost dragged the ghost body condensed by water vapor and wandered in the intelligence trading tavern in the black market. He used his thoughts to twist a small cup of cold blood wine around the water vapor's arms, and then he was as proud as a peacock and stumbled around with some low-level ghosts who were in a down-and-out life. They had no scruples, but instead made cold and strange smiles from time to time.

Straws of blue aura spread from his mouth to his head that was soaked in water. Two black-eyed infant monsters hugged his head and sucked the excess aura. After a while, a large number of monsters curious about the situation in S City gathered around the drowning ghosts.

A patched dress doll sat on the bar seat. Her eyes were covered with a cold red glow, and she drank the small cup of special orange juice in front of her in small sips. The dress doll was wearing a small red hat on her head, and the fine needle and thread sewed her mouth.

Her closed mouth unexpectedly made a series of sharp and thin ghost words, causing a bloated tall corpse monster standing behind her to bend down her greasy belly like a respectful queen guard, and patiently listen to the call of her lord.

Also at the far corner, two Brahmin priests wearing colorful agate turbans whispered to each other face to face, holding a strange mantra around them. The ancient Indian Sanskrit words hidden in the golden light of faith formed a silent vacuum surrounding them, and Vishnu's power isolated all malicious spy.

In the upper box of the black market tavern, a three-eyed man in a black suit looked at the people below through the reverse glass, looking at the crowd like an outsider who left no trace. At this time, a ball of black fog suddenly appeared from the air. After a while, the black fog spread out and turned into a handsome boy. If there was no ugly scar between his eyebrows, he would definitely be chased by many noble ladies.

"Shopkeeper, the news has been spread out according to the customer's requirements. As for how many ghosts will go in the end, it is not the area we are responsible for." The boy touched the scar between his eyebrows and asked with lingering fear: "Shopkeeper, it has not been approved by the superior intelligence agency. Is it against the regulations of the intelligence agency?"

"Oh, Xiao Wu, tell me where we violate the regulations? The purpose of the intelligence institute is to serve intelligence, customers, and neutrality. I pushed him behind his back and it was also the customer's request. He invested 100,000 minutia coins from me, and I can't have any discounts." The three-eyed man opened his eyes between his eyebrows, and kept urging him as if he was exposed to some unknown news from the air: "Xiao Wu, the hyacinth brings the sweet smell of blood from the distance. It is not the kind of blood that gushed out of the arteries when a living person died, but the aged wine that was sealed with good living mud and stored in the cellar for decades. The first sip of wine makes people feel a ecstatic wine."

"I have a premonition that someone in S City has created a delicious and bloody meal. You see, even the evil ghosts in the tavern can't hold it. Now we can get a priceless intelligence when we go to S City, just like the time in Hangzhou before. In this way, we can return to Hangzhou."

The boy scratched his head helplessly and said, "Shop Manager, you said the same thing when the Hangzhou chaos last week. But what happened? Others learned to crawl into the ground and we foolishly hit the guns of the Nanjing Military Region. Finally, the General Administration sent me and you to a small black market in this prefecture-level city to avoid the limelight. If you mess it up again this time, we should eat sand in the Kashgar Desert in Xinjiang."

The three-eyed man had an awkward expression on his face, and he was jokingly trying to beat him: "You guy is not so much nonsense. If you want to go, you can go! I can't let him slip away if I put this great opportunity in front of you."

The three eyes on the three-eyed man's face pretended to be vicious and glared at the young man with three eyes. The staring without any malicious intentions seemed a bit stupid and cute: "As for the last mistake, the store manager, I summarized it. That's...well, there is a reason! The old shopkeeper once taught us that an intelligence dealer who has not experienced failure is not a great intelligence dealer. You think, people in the world say that when you young man retires in the future, you will understand that the philosophy of life understood from failure is a precious wealth."

"Yes, yes, yes. There is always a reason for you." The boy covered his mouth and smiled. As a gust of wind blew through his body, it turned into scattered black mist and disappeared into the private room.

The iconic building in Nanjing City, the Japanese Invaders Massacre Memorial Hall. In the memorial hall’s remains showroom, the resentful master looked at the remains of the revolutionary martyrs in the display cabinet through the glass window with great interest. Tourists who were visiting around walked past him, but almost no one found such a living person standing in front of the display cabinet without moving for a few hours.

The resentful Lord lowered his head, and his eyes were filled with endless vicissitudes. He looked at the broken leg bones wrapped in white cloth in the cabinet, and the fine and dense cracked bone patterns made him stunned for a long time. At the beginning of the last century, his iron-blooded life, like being played by a streamer in an old projector, came into his mind one by one. The smoke of wolf rose, the country looked north, the tornado was rolling up, the horse was neighing, the sword energy was like frost, and the heart was like the vast water of the Yellow River. Twenty years, who could fight each other? Hate, desire to be crazy, the sword was aimed at, and the sword was buried in the face of a long sword, how many loyal souls of hands and feet were buried in other places, how could he cherish the death to repay his family and country? He was reluctant to sigh, and he was speechless, and his eyes were filled with blood and tears.

The horse's hooves go south, people look north, and people look north, and the grass is green and yellow dust is flying. He still remembers that on the first day of the start of the new school of the Army Officer Party School, in the youthful and high-spirited solid wood house, an old revolutionary from the Party and the country played the harmonica affectionately to accompany them: "Students, dear, sincerity, the Three Principles of the People are my pioneers in the revolution. Revolutionary heroes and national pioneers, continue to work hard and continue to succeed in the martyrs. Classmates and fellow students enjoy teachings, and live and die at the end of life and death, and do not Don't forget the current Japanese school. Sprinkle flowers with blood, use school writers, lie in firewood and taste gall, and work hard to build China."

To this day, he could still remember those youthful and tender voices, which were covered by the war in the sky. Until that year, the entire brigade of the 88th Division went with the enemy on the Yuhua Platform in Nanjing, and the heroic souls were scattered after a battle. In 1940, the Central Plains was devastated. He woke up from the dark underground. The thunder in the sky declared the birth of the world's first ghost and god since the colonial era, a man who cared about the resentment of 300,000 soldiers and civilians. Title-the resentment master, the master of resentment...

(End of this chapter)
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