The boy's home seemed to live far away.
He led the way cheerfully and bouncing, followed closely by Shen Liang. The crowds of people around him gradually became sparse, until he turned into a dark alley, and no one else could be seen at all.
"Brother, my home will be here soon."
The boy turned his head, pointed to an unknown direction deep in the alley, told Shen Liang, and then continued to lead the way forward.
When the alley was almost halfway deep, the only sounds that could be heard were the sound of boys humming ballads and the sound of crickets hidden under the stone slabs.
Shen Liang suddenly stopped leaving.
"Hello."
I called out to the boy in front of me. The boy stopped, turned around and asked:
"What's wrong, big brother?"
Shen Liang raised the corner of his mouth and silently put his hand into his arms.
"You are not from Jincheng."
The boy was stunned.
"Brother, I am from Jincheng. My home is not far ahead, and my sister is also there. You will know when we meet later."
Shen Liang smiled and shook his head.
"Although the accents in the cities of Jinzhou are similar, if you are a local and listen carefully, it is not difficult to tell. The accents of the people who are rooted in each city are still somewhat different."
"And you do pretend well, but your accent is not the native accent of any city in Jinzhou at all."
"Of course, none of this matters."
"The important thing is that your hands don't match your age."
Hearing what Shen Liang said, the boy suddenly remembered that Shen Liang had held his hand by the river just now when he said he wanted to take him home.
Raise your hands and look closely.
It is covered with hard calluses.
But the boy then smiled innocently again.
"Brother, our family is poor and we rely on farming for food all year round. My parents died last spring. My sister was hit by a carriage earlier and her legs were disabled. So if I want to stutter next year, I have to go to the fields. After working for a long time, my hands will develop calluses.”
The boy's rational explanation made Shen Liang laugh out loud on the spot.
"How dare you say that you are from Jincheng? Everyone in the Great Yan Jiuzhou doesn't know that our Jinzhou, Jincheng, is the richest. Even the households living in this area have dozens of taels of silver. If you ask where this money comes from, Where it comes from, I, the biological son of King Jin Shen Wanjun, know very well."
"Because on the first day of Shen Wanjun's glorious return to his hometown, he ordered the soldiers to drive horse-drawn carriages and sprinkle silver coins all over the streets street by street to express his gratitude to his fathers and fellow villagers for their support when Shen Jiajun was first established."
"And since the day Shen Wanjun took the position of King of Jin, the tax rate of Jinzhou has been independent from the laws of the Dayan Dynasty. The tax that households in the other eight states need to pay every year is three taels of silver, and I, Jinzhou, Just pay one tael of silver.”
"So, your first sentence was a lie!"
Hearing this, the boy calmly explained in depth.
"Brother, I really didn't lie. After my parents died, thieves were hired into the family and stole all the dozens of taels of silver that King Jin gave to my family. After my sister was injured, it cost a lot of money to go to the hospital. Shao Yinliang, what do you call this if not poverty?"
Shen Liang insisted on his opinion and silently took out the Desert Eagle from his arms.
"No, apart from this, which proves that you are lying, there are many other mistakes on your part."
"For example, you, a little boy who looks like he is only five or six years old, may not be able to take care of his family's grain fields on his own even if he wants to."
"For another example, in this city of Jin, no one, from three-year-old children to seventy or eighty-year-olds, doesn't know to stay away from me to avoid being sucked away by the rat spirit possessing me. But you, But he had the courage to be alone with me, and even took me to his home where my sister was."
"For another example, no matter how smart a five- or six-year-old boy is, he probably won't be able to give you such a coherent explanation."
"In summary."
"You are not a five- or six-year-old boy at all, but an adult dwarf. What do you think? I guessed it right?"
After Shen Liang finished his series of analyses, the smile on the boy's face suddenly froze.
Immediately, he lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders, and let out a burst of crazy laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"It seems that the mind of His Highness the Prince of Jin is not as bad as the rumors say!"
When he raised his head again, the boy's eyes showed a fierce look, and his voice was no longer as tender and crisp as before.
Glancing at the strange-shaped short-hand weapon in Shen Liang's hand, the boy, the dwarf young man, couldn't help but said with disdain:
"Could it be that the trash that everyone knows is not only not that dull-minded, but also has hidden martial arts skills?"
Shen Liang shook his head generously and admitted.
"That's not the case. Over the years, His Highness has pretended to be crazy and acted foolishly. However, his martial arts cultivation is really weak. There is no way. The Nine Palaces are blocked, and I'm afraid even the gods can't save him."
The dwarf young man was surprised by Shen Liang's honesty. At the same time, he also vaguely felt that... Shen Liang was a little too calm.
"Shen Liang, don't pretend to be pretentious with me. When you left Jin Prince's Mansion today, I was watching you nearby. To be honest with you, I am good at concealed weapons and have a keener sense of martial arts Qi, so I can be sure that there is absolutely no hidden master protecting you today!"
As he spoke, the dwarf young man turned his right hand and slipped out a three-inch dagger from his sleeve.
"Forget it, as long as you die anyway, it doesn't matter whether you die in his hands or mine. There is no need to say your last words. After all, I can't take them back for you if you say them."
After unilaterally pronouncing death sentence on Shen Liang, the dwarf young man mobilized his true energy and made a start gesture. He only needed to fly out the dagger in the blink of an eye, and tonight's big event was done!
But while the dwarf young man was moving, Shen Liang was also moving.
Moreover, Shen Liang's movements were not that troublesome. He just raised the Desert Eagle and pointed the dark and deep muzzle at the dwarf young man's head.
"It is very inhumane to not allow people to leave last words. Look at me, I am very humane. I will give you one second to say your last words. If you don't say it, I will shoot."
The dwarf young man frowned in confusion.
"one second?"
"one."
Naturally, the dwarf young man had no way of knowing the time measurement unit of Shen Liang's previous life.
Just because the dwarf young man was stunned for a moment, Shen Liang pulled the trigger within seconds!
"boom!"
A deafening roar came from the deep alley, but it was inevitably drowned in the endless stream of fireworks in the sky.
From Shen Liang's perspective, the dwarf young man's head looked like a blown watermelon, completely blasted into a cloud of blood mist mixed with meat and brain matter.
As for the remaining headless corpse, it remained in a posture about to throw out the dagger, standing in place like a sculpture.
"call--"
After blowing away the smoke rising from the muzzle of the gun, Shen Liang smiled proudly, looked at the body of the dwarf young man and sighed:
"Well, if it were the original owner of my body, you might have succeeded tonight, but unfortunately, I am him, but I am not him."
After dealing with the damn devil who came to his door, Shen Liang planned to go back to meet Chu Shile and the others.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to turn around, he found a person walking slowly at the other end of the alley.
