In the dark alley, rapid footsteps suddenly sounded.
"You old man still dares to stab me with scissors..."
The drunk man lowered his eyebrows and looked at his right arm. A bright red color slowly spread out and soaked his sleeve.
Seeing this, his eyes became more vicious, and all kinds of dirty words kept coming out of his mouth, as if such rants could relieve the anger in his heart or the pain caused by his wounds.
Half an hour later, the drunk man came outside a small courtyard, raised his hand and slapped the door hard.
After a while.
"Who is it? It's late at night."
"I, Haozi!"
But a bright candle was lit inside, and a bit of bright yellow light came through the crack in the door, revealing the drunken man's slightly pale face and the faded portrait of the door god.
The door opened a crack, revealing the face of an ordinary woman, with a few strands of hair hanging in front of her forehead, adding a bit of charm.
"How did you come?"
"What a joke, I can't come yet?"
The drunk man pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
"Huh, you damn ghost, I haven't heard from you for more than ten days. I thought you were hacked to death outside."
"Why, are you addicted to being a widow?"
"roll!"
The two of them entered the main room one after another, and the yellow candlelight seemed to bring a bit of warmth.
"Bang."
The drunkard threw his purse on the table, sat down, and looked up at the woman. The dark red lingerie could not cover her graceful and plump body, and he couldn't help but lick his chapped lips.
"Ah, why are you still injured?"
Through the light, Widow Zhang finally saw Liu Hao's dark red sleeves soaked in blood, and she immediately exclaimed.
Liu Hao glanced at his right hand and seemed to be impatient: "What a fuss. Please help me bandage it first."
"Okay, okay."
Widow Zhang got a bandage and gold sore medicine, then used scissors to cut the sleeves and began to bandage the wound. Her movements were smooth and smooth. It was obvious that this was not the first time she had done this kind of thing.
Liu Hao closed his eyelids slightly, leaned his back on the edge of the table, closed his eyes and rested.
A few moments.
"alright."
"Um."
Liu Hao picked up the purse on the table with his backhand and dumped it all on the table with a clatter. Broken silver and Tongbao came into view, but he couldn't help but curl his lips. The money was actually less than last time, so he gave a small half to Widow Zhang. .
"This is for you. Get me some food first. I'm starving."
"Hehe, I'll get you something to eat right now."
Widow Zhang's eyes lit up when she saw the money, and her tone softened by more than three points. She directly packed the silver coins in her wallet and said without raising her head: "You won money in a gambling house. You won a lot."
"Snapped!"
A crisp and loud slap.
The skin is slightly red.
"Why are you talking so much? Take out the wine you saved last time."
Liu Hao had a wicked smile on his lips, and put an extremely oily hand in front of his nose to take a sniff.
"It's so annoying~"
Widow Zhang rolled her eyes in annoyance and walked towards the kitchen with graceful steps.
"Hurry up."
Liu Hao looked at the swaying back, shouted, and couldn't help but lick his upper lip.
Widow Zhang is his best friend. Although she has an average appearance, her figure is absolutely nothing to say. She is very big where she should be, and she is very thin where she should be thin. She is experienced and knows how to serve people.
Of course... For Liu Hao, if he wants a long-term meal ticket, he also needs to pay.
At this moment, Liu Hao suddenly looked at the scissors on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the bandaged wound seemed to sting suddenly. He reached out to pick it up and looked at it in his hand.
The fingertips pressed against the sharp edge of the knife, as if it could cut a gash in the next second.
The cold light shone in his eyes.
"Haozi!"
Widow Zhang's murmur reached her ears.
In a daze, Liu Hao felt his thighs sink, his plump thighs straddling his waist, and his eyes couldn't help but become blurred.
The bright yellow candlelight flickered on the table, which was inexplicably a bit cold.
At this moment, Liu Hao's lips slightly raised, he opened his clothes, bit the skirt of his clothes with his mouth, pinched the flesh around his heart with his fingers, and cut it open a little bit with the blade.
The wall reflected a long and narrow shadow, which was extremely ferocious.
The red blood flowed down his wrist like water.
But Liu Hao still had a slight smile on his lips, as if he didn't know the pain. He slowly opened the flesh, revealing his ribs and the bright red heart beating fast inside. Then he actually took out his own heart with his hands.
The flickering shadow of a candle.
It's like a bunch of demons dancing around.
"La la la, pretty man..."
Widow Zhang hummed a tune, cut some green onions and put them on the cooked noodles. Then she took out the heated pork from the steamer, picked up the wooden plate and walked out of the stove. After just a few steps, a smell of rust came in. Nasal cavity, a bit like the smell of blood.
As she got closer to the main house, the smell of blood was already strong.
She was a little panicked.
Widow Zhang trotted to the door.
"Plop." The blue and white porcelain pieces were smashed to pieces, and the hot noodles mixed with fatty meat slices were spread on the ground.
Liu Hao is dead.
He held his heart in his hand, and his liver and other organs were thrown on the ground.
Widow Zhang stared at this scene with her pupils widened, and then she rolled her eyes and fainted from fright.
At this moment.
Without the fireworks, the night sky becomes dark.
…
…
In the blink of an eye, two days later.
In the small courtyard, under the willow tree, two people sat opposite each other, with a tea set in the middle.
"Li Kui, where is the gift you promised?"
Zhu Zhanji held the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and looked at Li Kui with raised eyes.
"Are you so impatient?"
Li Kui rolled his eyes helplessly: "You even came to me specially."
"Of course I'm anxious. What you said to me that night still feels like a cat scratching me when I think about it now."
Zhu Zhanji curled his lips: "If it were you, wouldn't you be curious?"
“Special gifts require patience.”
Li Kui raised his eyebrows and counted with his fingers as if he was pretending to be mysterious: "Let me calculate, you will definitely be able to see me within seven days."
"Seven days."
Zhu Zhanji was thoughtful, nodded slowly, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll wait."
Then he remembered something and his tone was slightly low:
"One thing is that in the past few days, the disciples of the Wudang Taoist Sect have gradually stepped down from their positions in the court, including the Dongchang Jinyi Guards."
"oh?"
Li Kui lowered his eyes slightly, his mind spinning: "It seems that the saint has acquiesced."
"right!"
Zhu Zhanji shook his head, "It's strange to say that this incident was too sudden and strange, but no other news came out from my grandfather. I asked my father, and he didn't know what was going on."
Li Kui didn't reply.
After a while, he asked: "If that's the case, what are the arrangements for Dongchang?"
The personnel of Dongchang are divided into two parts, one is Wudang disciples, and the other is elites selected from within Jinyiwei. Generally speaking, Wudang disciples with strong Taoist skills act as leaders.
Zhu Zhanji first drank the cup of tea in his hand, and then slowly exhaled a breath, "I heard from the prince that Lu Guoshi will also step down as the leader of the East Factory, and Zheng He, the eunuch of the Three Treasures, will be in charge temporarily.
"If the prediction is correct, the saint should have asked the eunuchs in the palace to serve as the remaining part."
'From the time when Wudang gradually left the core of the court, and then when Lu Shidao resigned, what kind of conversations did Wudang's senior officials have with Zhu Di that led to this move, but it is certainly inseparable from Lu Shidao. '
Li Kui thought to himself.
It's just that he is becoming more certain and sure about something.
