The beggar didn't know who his surname was, but Ghost Cry only knew that everyone called him an old drunkard, and Ghost Cry naturally called him an old drunkard.

"Old drunkard, what's the matter?" For things that can make money and earn a wave of merit, the ghost cry can't resist the temptation.

The old drunkard didn't answer, sniffled, and then asked, "Just eaten?"

Ghost Cry nodded.

"Left?"

Devil Cry shook his head.

"Let's have some bars!"

"Sit inside, I'll fetch the wine. ”

"No, no, don't go in. ”

The ghost cried and did not force it, but turned and went into the house, and came out with a small jar of wine.

"Drink less, it's not good for your health. ”

Even if you are a demon, if you drink too much, you will be drunk, but your endurance is stronger than that of ordinary people, and the alcohol here is generally not high, and if you drink it generally, you will not vomit blood like ordinary people.

But this old drunkard treats wine as food, which is easy to go wrong, even if he is a demon, he can't bear it.

"Nothing, nothing. The old drunkard couldn't wait to pat open the mud seal, tore off the red silk, and poured it into his mouth.

Unlike those heroes who seem to be heroic but actually drink cunningly, the old drunkard really loves wine and does not leak a drop in his mouth.

After taking a sip, he shook his head dissatisfiedly: "It's not a good wine." ”

Ghost Cry smiled, did not answer, it is indeed not a good wine, it is ordinary rice wine, it is sweet and sour, it is too troublesome to boil water, so Ghost Cry is too lazy to boil water, and is generally thirsty, so he uses this wine to quench his thirst.

"That's right. The old drunkard began to get down to business: "Do you know that something big happened yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" the ghost cried and groaned, as if someone had died, as if "a colt died?"

"Hmm. The old drunkard nodded, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a strange smile appeared: "This is quite interesting." ”

"How funny?"

"He was a poor scholar, he failed the exam, and he was penniless. ”

"How can you become a colt?"

"Strange to say, he was standing on the side of the road that day in despair, and the princess drove by, and she fell in love with him at first sight. ”

"That's really weird, wait......" Ghost Cried recalled, and it dawned on him that he knew who the colt was.

"The horse is not surnamed Chen. ”

"Huh, you know?"

"I've met a few times. The ghost cried and smiled: "At that time, I was still a guard with a knife. ”

At the beginning, the incident was quite big, mainly because of the appearance of Chen Yuma.

Very handsome, very handsome, not average handsome.

The most important thing is that the unique charm makes Devil Cry disgusted.

Yes, that kind of charm is a bit exaggerated to say that it can make women swoon, but it is indeed attractive to women, and it can also make most men disgusted.

The old drunkard suddenly realized: "I didn't expect you to have this kind of identity, so why are you ...... now?"

"I'm dead!"

The old drunkard no longer bothered with the identity of the ghost crying, and continued: "This colt was killed by someone, and the princess washed her face with tears all day long, and it is interesting that this man who killed the pony. ”

"Who is it?" If it was interesting, it certainly wasn't your average assassin or something, Devil Cry was interested.

"It's a woman, and our Chen Juma is husband and wife, they are still cousins, and the two have no guesses since childhood. ”

"I see. The ghost cried and stroked his palms and laughed: "Climb up to the high branch and dislike the wife of the chaff, but I didn't expect that the original partner was strong and strong, and he did such a thing, and he did it beautifully." ”

"Ahem!" the old drunkard coughed twice: "It's about the royal face, be quiet, be quiet." ”

Oni Cry nodded, and suddenly, it was as if his brain had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

"Wait, is this colt named Chen Shimei?"

The old drunkard wondered, "How do you know? Oh yes, you've been a guard with a knife after all." ”

"Is the person who killed him called Qin Xianglian?"

At this moment, the old drunkard was really surprised: "Do you know this?"

"Shhh

Qin Xianglian slaughtered Chen Shimei?

This plot has changed a bit big!

What's more critical is that it seems that after Qin Xianglian killed Chen Shimei, she managed to escape, which is even more problematic.

"What the hell is going on, why do you want the Heavenly Master's Mansion to offer a reward? ”

"This Qin Xianglian is a fox spirit?"

"Vixen? not the swearing. ”

"Well, a vixen. ”

"Wait, you said they were cousins. ”

"It's a cousin. ”

"What about this Chen Shimei?"

"His mother is a vixen, his father is human, and he is still human for the time being, but it's hard to say if he waits for a few more years, but it's a pity that he doesn't have that time. ”

At this moment, Ghost Cry felt a little pain in his brain, and just wanted to shout, what the hell is this plot.

He slowed down and asked, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Catch or kill Qin Xianglian. ”

"I won't do that. The ghost cried and shook his head, refusing without hesitation.

Judging from the surface of this matter, Qin Xianglian is innocent, if he catches or kills Qin Xianglian, not to mention that he has won his conscience, it is not easy to say that he has merit.

Killing a good monster, whether it increases merit or decreases merit, Ghost Cry has never tried, so it's hard to say, but he doesn't want to try.

"Cut, you don't make any money. ”

The ghost cried and shook his head: "Don't make money." ”

"Figured it out?"

Ghost Cry's tone was very firm: "I think it through." ”

"One hundred taels of silver. ”

"Even if it's a ...... Wait, a hundred taels !! still tattooed silver?"

"Hmm. The old drunkard admired the ghost's crying and tangled look: "Think clearly, it's nearly a year's worth of a first-class master." ”

When Devil Cry used to be a guard with a knife, a year's worth of money was about 40 yuan, and the concept of a hundred taels of silver was almost 160 yuan.

(1 money = 100 Wen, 1 tael = 16 money, here fingerprint silver, because of the existence of demons, so the silver color here is ten percent, it is the best silver, issued by the government to use, and the other silver is converted to the corresponding fineness)

With so much money, even if he had a high salary and good treatment at that time, he had to work for four years without eating or drinking.

However, firewood, rice, oil and salt, greeting and sending off, buying rouge gouache for his wife, buying books for his brother-in-law, inviting his husband, and spending money to buy armor and knives, and there is not much left.

One hundred taels of silver, with these 100 taels, he can change his residence, rent an exclusive compound, or simply repair a yard or buy a single-door detached household.

And his horse can also be taken care of, and his knife can also be overhauled.

However, Ghost Cry still shook his head sadly: "You find someone else!"

"Hmph! Seeing that you kid doesn't have a good face, I thought he was a ruthless person, but I didn't expect it to be a soft-hearted guy. The old drunkard snorted coldly, shook his head, and turned to leave.

The ghost cried and laughed, and his heart was indignant.

Fuck you mother, Lao Tzu looks bad and doesn't care about your shit, you think I want to look like this.