This killer is too stable

"But even if you don't put that shoe on..." Zhang San wanted to comfort him.

But Xie Wangchou interrupted, "I have said these comforting words to myself many times in the past 20 years...it is useless, the truth is there."

Leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, Xiu Wangchou murmured, "It's just a little bit closer, really, it's just a little bit closer..."

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The incense in the corner has been half burned.

"Can you help me?" Xiu Wangchou asked suddenly.

Zhang San raised his head and looked at Xiu Wangchou.

Xiu Wangchou said, "Your lightness kung fu is so good, and your martial arts must not be bad. Lin Nu's left arm was disabled by me. You should be sure of killing him."

In the eyes of despair, there is hope!

Do you have the heart to say 'no' to a man like that?

Zhang San and Xiu Wangchou looked at each other, and then said seriously, "Okay, I will kill him."

Zhang San is lying.

Although this is a white lie.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Silence filled the chamber.

Xiu Wangchou asked, "Why did you lie to me?"

Zhang San froze for a moment.

This is the first time someone has seen through his lies.

His acting skills seemed to have suddenly failed.

Zhang San lowered his head slowly, expressing his acquiescence.

Xiu Wangchou wasn't angry at all, he just wondered, "Since you are also a survivor back then, don't you want revenge?"

Zhang San looked at his hands.

His hands were bloodshot because of the treatment he had given to Huo Wangchou before.

Zhang San glanced at the burning incense in the corner again, and said, "You just told me about your 20-year nightmare, and let me tell you that I have occasionally made one for more than ten years. Nightmare."

The root of Xiu Wangchou's nightmare is a shoe, and the root of Zhang San's nightmare is a gray-haired old man.

More than ten years ago, a famine occurred in "Ya County" in the north of Dawu Kingdom.

The Chaotang of Dawu Kingdom intends to buy food for disaster relief in 'Nanjun', which is rich in water and rice in the south.

At that time, Han Wang, the largest rice merchant in Nanjun, was over 80 years old, or because he was over 80 years old, he no longer cared about those things outside his body. .

But before the disaster relief, Han Wang died.

He died in an assassination. Hundreds of assassins rushed into the Han family mansion overnight and killed the white-haired old man.

But in fact, before the assassination, the Han family was already alert, so they released the news before that. At that time, there were not only gangsters in the Jianghu, but also some conscientious and honest warriors. Go to Han Mansion to guard.

That night, the assassins were all stopped.

Originally, Han Wang could live.

But Han Wang was still killed by the youngest assassin among the assassins.

Later, other merchants from the same rice and grain shop colluded with some "powers" in the court, and finally they divided up the rice and grain store of the Han family. In the end, the Dawu Kingdom had to spend a lot of money to buy rice.

But has the famine in Ya County been alleviated?

No.

Because all the turf, leaves and even soil were transported there.

What about the real food for disaster relief?

It turned out that the profiteers knew that apart from the famine in Ya County, two small countries outside Dawu were at war. At this time, the grain and grass could be sold at a price several times higher than usual.

As a result, the country's disaster relief food became food for other countries' wars.

The disaster relief food that could only be sold once was sold twice, and the higher the price, the higher the price.

The rice and grain merchants in Nanjun, and of course, the government officials in charge of purchasing disaster relief food, all made a lot of money in this incident.The price is only the death of a gray-haired old man and a group of 'untouchables', and the big shots don't care a bit.

In this strange world, only cunning people can make a lot of money.

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What was that white-haired old man thinking when I killed him?

But in fact, Zhang San didn't know what kind of old man he was and what kind of thing that old man was going to do until after he finished the task.

But everything was too late.

Later, Zhang San and his master passed by Yajun...

In the secret room of Zhang San's family.

Zhang San lowered his head, not daring to look at Xiu Wangchou and Wang Xiaoer, he just muttered to himself, "Have you ever seen a person starved to death, what kind of..."

"Have you ever seen what it looks like when you walk through a village, where the ground is full of starvation and there is no one alive?"

"You've seen crows, on people who should be alive..."

"Master..." Wang Xiaoer interrupted Zhang San's memory.

Zhang San raised his head silently, looked at Wang Xiaoer's clear pupils, and understood that Wang Xiaoer didn't want him to continue to recall those things.

But looking at Wang Xiaoer, Zhang San remembered that in the morning, he heard the news of Wang Xiaoer's mother's death from the mouth of the old man in yellow, but Wang Xiaoer didn't know it at all.

This world is like this.

Zhang San said to Xiu Wangchou, "So, now you know? I'm a killer, not a hermit."

Zhang San asked Wang Xiaoer again, "So Xiaoer, do you know why the first time I taught a class, I taught you that to be a killer, you don't have to care about good and evil. Our killers are killers, and our killers are just killers?"

Under Xiu Wangchou's watchful eyes, Wang Xiaoer nodded towards Zhang San, and said, "I remember, Master said that only by thinking like this can we not live too tired."

For a while, no one spoke again.

The incense in the corner is still burning.

Zhang San turned his gaze to Xiu Wangchou, and asked, "Xiu Wangchou, you and I were lucky enough to survive, but in the past 20 years, I think I have lived a different life from you. Your master is a big man who hates evil as much as hatred." Xia, and my master is a killer. Of course, to me, my master has always been a good man."

"Actually, when I first started learning martial arts, I also thought about revenge, but after the past 20 years, especially after the famine more than ten years ago, to be honest... I don't care."

Being raised by a killer and being raised by a hero are two different concepts.

On the one hand, he lived a life of being jealous of evil and fighting for justice.

While living in the dark corner of the gutter, killing people for a living.

Even if two people survived from the same place, 20 years is enough to make them completely different.

Xiu Wangchou nodded silently, as if he understood why Zhang San didn't want to take revenge.

It's not that Zhang San doesn't want revenge.

Zhang San laughed at himself and said, "Actually, when you kowtowed to me that day, you kowtowed for the unjust death in your hometown. At that time, I knew that the person you wanted to kill was our enemy. However, if I really want to take revenge , In the few days when you recovered from your injury, I could go and kill that county magistrate, but I didn't."

"Because..." At this point, Zhang San took a deep breath.

It takes courage to say the next sentence.

Zhang San said, "Because Lin Nu and I are no different from those horse thieves..."

Zhang San finally stared at Xiu Wangchou, the meaning was very clear.

What right do I have for revenge?

Lin Nu may have killed hundreds or thousands of people, but how many people died because of Zhang San?

I'm afraid there will be more.

You send one demon to kill another demon.

How ridiculous.

Huo Wangchou was silent, he only found one sentence in the end.

"However, even if you didn't kill that old man in the end, they would still send more..." Xiu Wangchou wanted to comfort Zhang San.

But Zhang San raised his head, showed an ugly smile at Xiu Wangchou, and interrupted, "I've said these comforting words to myself many times...it's useless, the truth is there."

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