It was dim all around, and under the flickering candlelight, there was a table covered with blood.

The corpse, which had been dismantled, was put into a basket under the hands and feet of the fellow Mali, and moved to the other side.

Bang!

Another man was placed on the desk, and two men in coarse cloth clothes quickly stripped him of his clothes, grabbed his hands and feet, and fastened it to the huge desk with iron rings.

A stout man covered in fat walked up, his dark skin glowing in the candlelight.

With a mouthful of spit in his palm, he grabbed the meat chopping knife stuck on the desk and raised it high.

Stripped naked, the man fixed on the desk struggled weakly.

The strong man's eyes flashed red, and the huge butcher's knife fell without hesitation.

Boom!

Blood spurted from Lao Gao, and the big head rolled down from the desk, just landing in the basket below.

The strong man did not stop, raised the butcher knife in one breath and stomped it down.

Knock knock knock......!!!!

The butcher's knife collided with the desk, making a series of loud noises.

The ground shook, and dust fell from the cracks in the planks of the ceiling overhead.

In the corner, the green-shirted scholar in the cage was lying inside, staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, trembling all over.

He still remembers that day, a continuous drizzle fell from the sky.

He and a group of refugees went into the woods in a panic to escape the rain.

Walking and walking, there was a heavy fog.

Then, inexplicably, he and the five refugees arrived at the door of an inn.

This inn came abruptly, just on the side of the road, and there was no other building except this inn within a radius of ten miles.

The green-shirted scholar and the five refugees did not suspect him, or could not care about anything else, but just begged the innkeeper to take shelter from the rain and beg for a bowl of water to drink.

The boss is fat, with big shoulders and a round waist, dark skin, and looks fierce.

The scholar in the green shirt felt that he was not a good person at first glance, but when he thought of his brother-in-law's appearance, although he didn't like his brother-in-law very much, he had to admit that his brother-in-law was a good person, so he felt that he couldn't judge people by his appearance.

The seemingly vicious boss was unexpectedly kind, not only letting a group of refugees into the inn to take shelter from the rain, but also bringing soup and leftovers for them to fill their stomachs.

The scholars and refugees in the green shirts were grateful to Dade, and because they were hungry and couldn't care about anything else, they devoured it.

While eating, the scholar in the green shirt suddenly felt weak, and his eyelids drooped.

Then, with the boss's smiling face, he collapsed on the table, and the soup spilled and fell to the ground.

When the scholar in the green shirt woke up again, he was already trapped in a cage.

Then, I watched the boss who looked fierce and vicious, but habitually had a kind smile on his face, raised the butcher knife and dismembered the refugee who had fled with him.

Suddenly, his heart was pounding, and the eyes of the green-shirted scholar turned black for a while.

This shop is a black shop!

Not only black shops, they also eat people!

In such fear, the scholar in the green shirt watched them dismember the two people.

Then, the strong fellow walked towards him.

The scholar in the green shirt was cold, he couldn't stop trembling, and wanted to struggle, but he was weak, and barely moved twice like a worm.

Then, watching the guy open the cage, the big hand grabbed at him.

"Alright. The boss said, "Enough, kill after eating." ”

"Great!" the guy laughed and closed the cage and locked it back on.

The two men carried a basket of meat out of the door, and the boss blew out the candle and closed the door, and the room fell into darkness again.

With a "crunching" sound, the boss stepped on the stairs to the top.

The scholar in the green shirt who escaped the catastrophe gasped heavily, lying on the cold and damp ground, only to feel a chill.

He curled his body, weeping silently in the darkness.

When he was a child, he was cared for by his parents.

His parents died, and he was taken care of by his sister.

My sister left, and my brother-in-law took care of her.

He respects his parents and sister, but he doesn't look down on his brother-in-law.

The first is that my brother-in-law has a bad face, and he looks bad at first glance, like a bad person.

Secondly, he is a native of the Central Plains and lives in Luoyang, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, and his brother-in-law is a Bashu native and is what they call the Southern Barbarians.

In the end, he is a scholar, and his brother-in-law is just a martial artist, and scholars naturally look down on martial artists.

Civil officials can point at the emperor's nose and scold, and they can spray the emperor's face with spittle.

If you can't punish a doctor, you can't be courteous to a commoner, let alone a civil official.

As long as there is no treason, no matter how big the crime, at most it will be removed from the official position.

And what about the military attaché?

He was born two levels lower in front of civilian officials, and once he left the barracks, he had to be cautious, for fear that he would make a mistake and be caught by the officials and go to prison.

Therefore, he and his brother-in-law only maintain a superficial mutual respect.

He couldn't afford to earn money, so he had to live on his brother-in-law's money.

He felt that one day, he would be on the list and repay his brother-in-law.

However, a sudden war shattered decades of peace.

Brother-in-law, the martial artist in his mouth, after he died in the war, his life plummeted, and he realized how useless he was as a scholar compared to martial arts.

And now, he misses his brother-in-law even more.

If the brother-in-law is here, with the knife in the palm of the brother-in-law's hand, he can directly wash this black shop in blood, and where will he be trapped in the cage, like a pig, waiting to be slaughtered in fear.

However, it was too late.

The scholar in the green shirt was dazed in his fantasies, and above his head, the friction of the stools he was wearing, the sound of footsteps, and the laughter of those demons.

......

In the early morning, the autumn rain was still falling.

In the roadside inn, the fat black boss sat on the threshold, looking at the road covered with a layer of tulle, eating one bun at a time.

The melodious sound of the bell came into his ears, and the boss stood up and yelled inside: "Hurry up, there are guests coming." ”

The man drank the gruel and ate the buns in a few sips, one cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, while the other walked to the door and removed the door panel.

As for the owner, when it came to the kitchen, it was busy.

The bookkeeper slowly came down from upstairs, grabbed the two remaining buns, went behind the table, and while eating, he opened the drawer and took out the account book.

By the time the inn was almost cleaned up, the melodious bells became louder and louder, and a man in a cloak and leading a thin horse appeared at the end of the dirt road.

This man was different from others, he carried a knife around his waist and a long knife in his hand and carried it on his shoulder.

The horse behind him was also different from ordinary horses, although thin, it was much taller than other horses, this was a war horse.

This person was Ghost Cry, and he came all the way to the neighborhood, and then searched for the feeling in his heart, and bought it along the road.

In front of the inn, there is a small courtyard made of bluestone, which is washed clean by the rain.

Two tables were placed on it, and a shed was propped up with a few bamboo poles to shelter from the rain.

Ghost Cry walked to the front of the courtyard, kicked off the mud from the straw sandals, and walked up to the courtyard.