The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 28: Ghost head beheading knife!

On the sixth floor of the restaurant, in the private room by the window, several big men were sitting or standing, all looking out the window anxiously and waiting.

"The prison car, it's moving."

Through the drizzle, a man with a mustache moved his eyes and reminded in a low voice.

"Can you see the second brother?"

The strong man with a scar on his face stepped forward and asked.

"So far away, where can you see it?"

Beard shook his head: "Wait a minute, there is news."

Not long after he finished speaking, another man knocked on the door and entered the house, suppressing his emotions: "Second brother got into the prison cart, there are eighteen crossbows in Heishan City, I saw nine!"

"Only nine?"

Several people in the room immediately frowned.

The divine arm crossbow is a heavy weapon in the army, specially used for breaking armor, and it is extremely powerful.

Beard's brows were also tightly wrinkled, and he asked, "Have you ever seen Wang Fobao?"

"Never."

The man shook his head.

"That is to say, at this time, there are still nine divine arm crossbows in the Black Mountain Prison and the Wang Fobao who may be stationed there?"

Scarface's eyelids twitched: "Could it be that they know our purpose? If not, Wang Fobao would have to sit in prison for executions in previous years."

"Third brother!"

A man looked at the mustache and said, "What kind of treasure is there in the big prison? Is it worth the big brother to throw the second brother out?"

The rest of the people also looked at the mustache.

They have been lurking in Heishan City for more than half a year, and the plan is even earlier, but what they can do is not to save the iron dragon.

It's a robbery!

It was for something in that great prison.

"That thing..."

A trace of soul-stirring greed flashed in the moustache's eyes, and he pressed himself down again, looking at the scarred face:

"Fourth, you lead people to the robbery field! The speed must be fast, the movement must be loud, and the remaining divine arm crossbow and Wang Fobao must be brought out!"

"Leave it to me, third brother!"

The scarred-faced man smiled grimly and stepped out the door.

"It's long overdue! If he kills him with his head rolling, then Wang Fobao can still turn a blind eye?"

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Under the drizzle, the city of Heishan was hazy.

The autumn rain brings chills, and there are few people on the street, there are only a few, and they are all in a hurry.

Yang Yu walked to Wei He's house full of worries, but he was called by someone before he took a few steps.

"Little brother, stay, stay."

Yang Yu turned around and called to him, a sturdy middle-aged man, dressed in sackcloth, with a simple and honest face.

"You are?"

The man took two quick steps, took off his bamboo hat and handed it to Yang Yu, with a pleasing smile on his face.

Yang Yu was even more suspicious when he didn't take the bamboo hat.

Before he could ask, the man blushed and took out a white steamed bun from his arms.

He handed it to Yang Prison with the broken silver he took out.

"you?"

Yang Yu's heart groaned.

It is not uncommon to give gifts to the executioner. He thought that this man was the same, but where did he expect that he actually saw a 'human blood steamed bun'.

In Heishan City, and even in many places, some people believe that human blood can cure tuberculosis.

Steamed buns soaked in the blood of prisoners can cure all incurable diseases.

He didn't expect that such a thing would happen to him.

"Little brother, do me a favor, my mother is seriously ill, and there is no way out."

The sturdy man's eyes were red.

"Human blood does not cure disease, and the filth enters the body, but it will kill your mother's life."

Yang Yu sighed in his heart, took out five taels of silver from his pocket, and pushed back together with the steamed buns and broken silver stuffed by the man:

"Take it to buy medicine..."

"Is there not enough money? I, I can borrow it again..."

The man's face turned red as he spoke eagerly.

Yang Yu took a deep breath and pushed the man casually, pushing the man to a stagger:

"roll!"

"Woooo, ah!"

The man was stunned for a while, and then 'Putong' fell to his knees, crying.

After a corner, Yang Yu stopped and listened to the cry in the rain, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Maybe that man didn't believe in the claim that human blood steamed buns cure all diseases, but he had no choice but to try.

Life is cheap, medicine is expensive.

This may be funny, but it's actually happening.

In the year that he has traveled through, he has seen too many similar things.

"This **** world..."

Sighing, Yang Yu pushed open Wei He's door.

He is in a lot of trouble, and he has no way or ability to help other people.

Heart, but also powerless.

In the yard, an old monkey named Wang Cai was screeching and barking in the rain, confronting a blown-up wild cat.

Under the eaves, Old Man Wei was smoking a dry cigarette, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing Yang Prison coming back, he pointed to the room and said, "Let's change it. If your clothes are dirty, it will be bad."

Yang Prison went under the eaves and conveyed what the magistrate meant.

"How much hatred? To be beheaded with a dull knife?"

When Old Man Wei heard this, he was a little displeased: "I'm waiting for the execution to execute the laws of the court, not to vent the anger of others!"

"Then, why don't you go?"

Yang Yu pulled a little pony and sat down. He didn't want to go into this muddy water.

"Don't go?"

Old Man Wei's eyes suddenly widened: "Why, if you don't go, can the old man go in person?"

Since he started accepting disciples, he has not personally executed for many years.

Yang Yu had no choice but to explain his concerns.

"The robbery field?"

Hearing this, Old Man Wei immediately sneered:

"Where is the magic field in Heishan City so calamity? Even if thousands of people come, they will all be shot into candied haws!"

"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

Yang Prison was sober, and he put forward a condition that he would go to execution next year.

"One exchange of blood is far from the end. The second exchange of blood is not the same."

Wei He's voice changed, and he talked about blood exchange.

Exchange blood is destined to be a long and arduous process~www.wuxiaspot.com~Without a thousand pieces of furniture, the idlers will stop at most once.

"Young people are lively, young people are calm, and they reach their peak in middle age. After that, their qi and blood decline. Even practicing martial arts can't go against the law of nature."

At this point, Wei He's tone softened slightly, but it was more biting:

"Although you have good qualifications, but you have no money left in your family, and if you lack courage, you will not be able to achieve anything in this lifetime."

Hearing this, Yang Yu fell silent.

Old Man Wei's words spoke to his heart.

The procedure of the second exchange transfusion is much the same as that of the first exchange transfusion, but the medicinal materials are several times more expensive. With this amount of money, he can't last long.

In Li Eryi's place, there is really no oil or water to squeeze.

"If you don't go, leave a hundred taels of silver notes, and you won't have to come again in the future.

If you go, pick up the ghost-headed sword on the table, and on the execution ground, either one or two, as you wish. "

Wei He got up as he spoke, took off his bamboo hat from the wall, put on his scorpion, and was about to go out slowly.

"Yesterday, I was talking about the second half of 'Ying Earl's cave plays Chunjiao, Pan Jinlian garden flirts with his son-in-law'. This old man is so itchy that he has to go."

Having said that, the old guy has already gone out. These days, he must go to the teahouse to listen to books at noon every day.

Tuliu Yang Prison squatted under the eaves, watching the drizzling rain, and fell into deep thought: "Old guy, you are not afraid of getting sick..."

After a long while, he looked inside the house.

Leaving aside the rest, this ghost-headed knife has to be touched no matter what.

"Ghost knife..."

Going to the front of the case, he felt the change in the gluttonous cauldron, and the depression in Yang Yu's heart was reduced a bit.

Without any hesitation, he directly stretched out his hand and took hold of this **** ghost-head beheading sword.

hum~

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