Zhao Ge: 170. Epoch frenzy
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The sky is gloomy, and the wind should be up.
Qin Dynasty is a dynasty near the sea, here is a city not far from the sea. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, there is always wind at night.
Old man Liu crouched, carrying a lantern in the rustling cold wind, walking across the streets with a hoarse voice, knocking on the gong hoarsely.
He is a watchman.
After walking through a street, Old Man Liu panted like a broken bellows, and he fell for a long time.
As soon as he raised his head, Old Man Liu was almost shocked.
"You, you..."
Old man Liu looked before him tremblingly.
I don't know when, a person stood in front of him silently.
This man is dressed in black clothes that almost blends with the night. He is lean, tall, and wearing a hat. This person appeared silently, like a ghost.
The people who appear in the dark have everything. Old man Liu has been a watchman for so many years and has seen many things. I know that if you want to live safely in the dark, you should be an honest The real guardian, who can't see or hear anytime, walks with his head down.
Those people who come and go in the dark have nothing to do with ants like them.
Old man Liu has been a watchman all his life, lowered his head all his life, and buckled his back all his life.
But today, another person stood silently in front of him.
Old man Liu saw more of his companions, and other watchmen died in the cold alley unknowingly. When he looked up and saw the man with the hat standing in front of him, he only felt that he was The hands shook suddenly. The corpses of the guards lying quietly in the cold alley suddenly appeared in his mind. People who thought of the officials would only drag the corpses to bury them without saying anything.
"I don't know anything."
Without waiting for the other party to say anything, Old Man Liu shivered, and knelt down all of a sudden.
The person who appeared opposite seemed to be stunned.
"Lao Zhang, I'm just asking for directions."
After a pause, the man with the hat said.
Old man Liu buried his head desperately, almost lying on the ground, trembling all over, he couldn't say enough, he just kept saying that he didn't know anything.
Everything was quiet and quiet before the storm came, but the ants in the mountains could feel the abnormal movement.
That kind of uneasy change.
The guards who died silently day by day, and the rushing people at night.
Old man Liu is just an ordinary watchman, old, but when he is old, things are much clearer than young people. When the night is deep, the person who quietly appears to ask for directions, will it be an ordinary person? No matter what kind of person appeared in the deep night with a hat, he would not want his whereabouts to be exposed.
Even if you answer this kind of person's question honestly, you will still die in the end.
"I...I can't die..."
Old man Liu seemed to hear the sound of Cold Blade being blown by the wind, and his hoarse voice almost brought a desperate scream.
The person wearing the hat did not speak.
Suddenly, he asked: "You are so old, why do you want to be a guardian."
The voice is not as polite as before, with a cold knife-like feeling that ordinary people shouldn't have.
Old man Liu was trembling, not knowing what the other party meant, and hurriedly explained it upside down, as if seizing a glimmer of life.
Old man Liu walks the streets and alleys in the cold night every day, just to eat for a few taels of silver. In fact, he is already very old. With his old bones, his screaming and screaming voice is no longer suitable for being a guard. But no way, Old Man Liu's son died last month.
Old Man Liu couldn't tell how he died.
Old Man Liu's son is similar to him, and he has been diligent and honest for a lifetime. A few years ago, he finally begged a wife and got a big fat boy. He and his son liked it very much. In order to save some money to send his grandson to study, Old Man Liu's son gritted his teeth and went with them to become a driver of Cangpu.
The flying boats of the Xian’s family are spread all over the mainland of the Twelve Dynasties. That’s right. They belonged to the Xian’s family. Ordinary businessmen couldn’t afford to sit on them, so they had to hire a coachman to drive them from Qiqin to Cangpu to Jintang.
For this kind of convoy that takes a long time to go back and forth, the driver’s wages are considered high because the road is too long.
And it's a dangerous job.
The distance from Qiqin to Cangpu, how many mountains and rivers along the way, the poor mountains and bad waters can kill a group of people, not to mention the beasts and ghosts. Following this kind of convoy, it is no different from hanging your head on your trouser belt. If it is not really impossible, which person who can barely survive is willing to make this money?
Most of the coachmen ran a few times cautiously, made some money to make do with renting a bit of money, and stopped running.
On the way from the Dao Cangpu dynasty of the Qi Qin dynasty to the Jintang dynasty, I don’t know how many bones were buried.
Many young guys ran to Cangpu with a bit of fearless enthusiasm, thinking of being rich and wealthy and never coming back.
When his son was determined to be the driver of Cangpu, Old Man Liu squatted in front of the door and squatted for a long time, feeling that the sun was dazzling. The grandson was crying in the room without knowing anything, and the child's mother patted his son's baby and coaxed quietly. The son stood before him silently.
Qin Qin's merchants are all over the twelve dynasties, and the Kyushu bank is very prosperous, but that is the Kyushu bank's business, and it has nothing to do with the ordinary people like them. In Qiqin, if you have nothing to do with Kyushu Banks, don't even think about doing business. Business people have to pay like Kyushu Banks every year.
It’s not easy for businessmen, and it’s even harder for ordinary people like them.
There are many business people, and merchants buy land as soon as they have money. Tian Tian is pitifully small every day. The merchant's Tian has members of the Kyushu bank, and the dynasty dare not collect too much rent. Isn't the remaining tax spread to these poor people layer by layer?
Old man Liu and his son have been tired for a lifetime, and don't want his grandson to live like this anymore.
Then you have to read, and you have to read.
Only those who can read can be an apprentice in the Zhuangzi of the Kyushu Bank, and then can take the imperial examination, and then they can live without a life like a person.
After squatting for a long time, Old Man Liu stood up staggeringly, waved his hand, and said, OK, you go.
As soon as his son left, Old Man Liu's heart began to lift.
One caravan goes back and forth to Qi Qin Cangpu. It will take a few months to say nothing. The son went there twice without any danger. When he came back, he was so thin and black that he was only bones. But it also brought back some money. But a few months ago, the son went to Cangpu again with a businessman surnamed Chu.
Old man Liu waited and waited, never waiting for his son to come back.
When the trustee asked, he said that the merchant surnamed Chu was doing funerals.
Old Han Liu's son just died unclearly.
My son died, and my daughter-in-law hung up on the third day.
There are four people in a family. Old man Liu is old, his son is only a few years old, and there is not much land at home. Once the son died, this pillar was gone.
One piece, after the daughter-in-law was transported to the mass grave in the south of the city and buried, Old Man Liu had to become a guard again. In the cold night, wearing a torn padded jacket, he continued to pull his almost dumb throat.
Then tonight, I was stopped by a man in black with a hat.
He knelt down on the ground, not daring to say that he knew that the man in black would not be a good character, he would only repeat it over and over again, he couldn't die, he couldn't die.
The son is dead, the daughter-in-law hangs herself, and if he is also dead, what will his grandson do?
What to do.
Old man Liu knows that no matter whether he is a fairy or a big person, he looks like an ant in their eyes and is worthless. It's normal to be killed by one's hand. He is already desperate, but he still repeats it over and over again, saying that he can't die.
The person who appeared silently in the night did not speak any more, Old Man Liu could only feel that the other party was still standing in front of him quietly.
For a long time, when Old Man Liu was waiting for a knife to light, the man with the hat suddenly spoke.
I asked a few very remote locations that most people don’t know.
No one knows the streets and alleys of this city better than a guardian. They know where the most prosperous people are, and they also know where the coldest places are.
Old man Liu shivered and said everything he knew.
He still knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to lift his head.
Then there was no sound in front of him.
The wind blew, and it was cold to the bones. Old man Liu tremblingly raised his head little by little, and saw the empty man in front of him with a hat, just as he appeared when he appeared, silently news Up.
Old man Liu collapsed on the ground all at once.
He panted, stumbled to his feet for a long time, and charged towards his home.
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Standing on the eaves, the figure blends with the darkness.
The raven is just like his title, the raven hides in the darkness like a raven.
He watched the old watchman staggeringly picking up his grandson, crying and laughing. Then shaking his hands to pack his luggage, half-packed, then threw it violently, sitting motionless on the ground and crying.
The raven looked.
Little people also have the wisdom and way to survive.
The raven remembered the trembling hand of the old rickety watchman when he saw him.
That kind of low-status watchman can never know the existence of the raven siskin for a lifetime, and it is impossible for a lifetime to know how many killers walk through the dark, but relying on the intuition of a small person, the moment he sees him Feel the breath of death.
He should kill the old watchman.
Anything that has the potential for leaks, whether it is a person or an object, should be disposed of.
But the knife in the sleeve did not slip out.
Four months ago, the Raven’s people handled a group of coachmen without leaving a trace, and their bones were thrown into the abyss of Cangpu. Among them was a black and thin man who was considered a young driver. At that time, Raven was dressed as a businessman, and when he was sitting by the fire at night, he heard the young coachman talking to his partner about his daughter-in-law and his son.
Beside the red fire, the coachman who had never read a book talked about his wife, only to keep talking about how delicious she cooked and how warm they were in the quilt at night.
He also said that his son would already call him.
At that time, the raven was leaning against the carriage, with his hands in his sleeves holding a cold knife.
The killer is a character who is accompanied by a cold blade.
The cultivator can be a killer, ordinary people can also be a killer, and the descendants of the eighteenth of the ancient clan can also be a killer. No matter what identity they were before, as long as the word "killer" is denoted, all the warmth is all Leaving you, there is only a cold knife in life.
Most killers are no different from being alive.
However, the remaining small part lives by the burning anger in my heart.
The anger of not knowing whether it was right or wrong made them barely live like a person.
But before he became a raven, he felt that he was also personal.
When the convoy drove out of Cangpu, the contents of the box woke up once, and the coachmen saw what they shouldn't have seen. The raven killed them all, and the knife was very stable when he started--he had already killed so many people. When the blade entered the young coachman, the Raven even felt a hint of pleasure.
What he once owned and then disappeared, what qualifications do others have?
That is despicable pleasure.
However, fate is sometimes something that is unclear. He killed the old man’s son and then met the old man. This time he failed to kill the old, rickety old man. husband.
Why?
The Raven himself is not very clear.
Probably because, I suddenly remembered that when the young coachman was sitting by the fire and talking about his wife, his face was full of happiness-what right does he have to feel happy? Obviously, he was just a poor creature who had to do his best to survive.
But no matter what it was for, the knife couldn't slide out.
He followed the old watchman silently, watching him return home holding his grandson, watching him panic packing his luggage and wanting to leave here, and then suddenly dropped his things and cried.
The raven understood why the old watchman suddenly stopped cleaning up, and suddenly started crying.
Even if he runs, where can he go? The world is about to be chaotic, and people will die everywhere. An old guard, a few-year-old kid, can't survive anywhere.
What's the difference between running and not running?
The Raven stopped looking.
It's just two dying men.
The raven pulled his hat and looked up at the Qingming Pagoda in the center of the city.
His black clothes were blown by the wind and rang violently.
Standing on the eaves, not far away is the crying old watchman, and the raven looks in another direction not far from Qingming Tower.
In this night, when many people are sleeping, there are many people in black clothes, wearing masks flying in the night like crows, just like the crowds of crows in the mass grave.
This is a night destined to be recorded.
In the Zang library of the bank, the iron boxes accumulated over the years were lined up in circles, and Elder Lin slowly opened the boxes bit by bit. In every bite of the box, there is a slimy, damp darkness, and the darkness is creeping, as if there are limbs and consciousness.
Tangkuli is intertwined with deep gasps.
When the box was opened, Monk Mingxin, dressed in gray monk robes, stood in front of the gate of the Jiuzhou Qianzhuang branch.
He held the prayer beads, his face solemn.
The money house is dark, dark, and **** and disgusting.
The sound of footsteps sounded softly, with a touch of stickiness. Under Monk Mingxin's gaze, lights suddenly lit up in the dim bank. In the light, the corpses of the disciples of the Kyushu Bank were everywhere.
Wang Jingzhi stepped on a spot of sticky blood and walked out from the depths of the bank. The sword that penetrated Liao Qian's heart was hung down, and the tip of the sword was dropping blood little by little.
He has a slight, gentle smile on his face.
Monk Mingxin looked behind him.
Behind him is darkness that can't even be illuminated by the lights.
"You guys are late."
Wang Jingzhi said softly.
"Buddha from Sanskrit School, really an incredible figure. It's just..." The cold light on Wang Jingzhi's sword was flowing, "I won't let you pass."
Monk Mingxin squeezed the rope of the prayer beads, and the beads hovered beside him.
When Monk Mingxin confronted Wang Jingzhi, masked men in black walked up one layer at a time in the Qingming Pagoda. In the Qingming Pagoda, the guardian disciples of the Kyushu Bank were treated with medicine-Qi Qin It was a dynasty famous for commerce, and no one would be surprised that Cangpu's herbs flowed into Qiqin day after day for so many years.
No one would be wary of whether the herbs were all resold or whether they were made into other things within the territory of the Qi Qin Dynasty.
This vigilance brought evil consequences today.
The control of the Qingming Tower has always been mainly accepted by the disciples of the sect, and the people of the dynasty are only responsible for some accounts. But at this time, the guard tower of the dynasty and the people in black stepped on the Qingming Tower one by one.
Liu Wuyan, who was running in the night breeze, suddenly stopped.
The mountains and rivers in her arms suddenly flew up and unfolded in the air.
The light pointed straight in one direction—the Qingming Pagoda in this city.
However, Liu Wuyan didn't look in that direction. She held the knife and looked in the other direction.
A man with a golden mask and black robe stood silently in front of him, with an obscure breath—that was the breath of a demon.
In the midwinter night, in the business capital of the Qi Qin Dynasty, in the gray night.
The frenzy of this era kicked off.