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Chapter 60 White Knife, Black Knife, Finally Turned into Red Knife

The sky is getting brighter, but the rain is still pouring.

In the dilapidated small temple, Jiang Ming was awakened by a chill.

"It's so cold."

Subconsciously curling up, Jiang Ming opened his blurry eyes.

I saw that the bonfire that was burning last night had been extinguished at some point.

The rain on the roof continued to pour on the ashes along the cracks, even though the flames had long been extinguished.

"It's really unlucky." Jiang Ming spat at the weather of this thief.

Then Jiang Ming looked at Gou Sheng aside.

"How are you, Gousheng, are you better?"

"I'm fine, just a little hot." Hearing Jiang Ming's shout, Gou Sheng raised his eyelids with great difficulty, and then dropped them heavily.

hot?
How can it be hot on this rainy day? It's so cold that it makes me want to put on more clothes.

Hearing this, Jiang Ming directly put his hand on Gou Sheng's forehead.

Hot, very hot.

Dog leftover has a fever.
That's right, the little beggar, who was already weak, suffered a certain degree of physical damage from the severe beating yesterday.

On the way back, it rained again and I was soaked to the skin.

Not to mention the leftovers, Jiang Ming is lucky that he didn't catch a cold from the rain.

Looking at Gou Sheng lying on the ground, his lips were colorless, his face was pale, and his face was unkempt and lifeless.

Jiang Ming suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart, that the time of the dog left in this world may be running out.
He hurriedly took out some dry firewood from the side, and lit a bonfire again.

The warm fire light lit up, giving this dilapidated small temple a little more warmth.

Gou Sheng seemed to feel that his time was running out.

He slowly opened his eyes and refused to close them for a long time. He wanted to take one last look at the world.

Although this world has never given him any good memories since he was a child.

Actually not really, at least there are the roasted chicken bones from Budezhai and the two meat buns
Gou Sheng looked at Jiang Ming again, "Xiao Mingzi, live well, I might die."

"Bah, bah, what bastards are you talking about!" Jiang Ming said, "We will all live well, and you still want to be the emperor."

As he spoke, Jiang Ming's words became silent.

Some words can be deceived by your mouth, but you can't hide them from your heart.

The thoughts and thoughts in the heart finally overflowed through the eyes.

Gou Sheng, a weak and thin candle, will soon be extinguished.

Jiang Ming originally wanted to say some happy words about the scene, so that Gou Sheng could be stronger.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start, his lips moved, and finally turned into a very short question.

"You, what do you have...wish? Dog leftover?"

desire?Countless pictures appeared in Gou Sheng's mind.

His parents whom he had never met before, the pavilion and bamboo pavilion that he had seen through the crack in the door, and the gorgeously dressed sisters upstairs in Rouge.
Gou Sheng said slowly, "I'm not feeling well, just hurry up."

Jiang Ming brought his ears closer, and he finally understood what Gou Sheng said, it was Bu De Zhai, roast chicken
"Xiao Mingzi, I really want to sleep."

After finishing speaking, Gou Sheng closed his eyes, his face was still as pale as before.

Outside the temple, it was raining heavily.

Jiang Ming shook Gou Sheng, the little beggar, violently, and said loudly: "Don't sleep, Gou Sheng, don't sleep!"

"You wait, I'll go buy Budezhai's roast chicken for you right now"

After saying this, Jiang Ming ignored the pouring rain and ran out of the Buddhist temple like crazy, towards Bude Zhai in the city.

"Gousheng, why don't you sleep, I will let you eat Budezhai's roast chicken."

On this day, in front of Budezhai's gate.

There was a little beggar in ragged clothes who couldn't afford to kneel down just to beg for a roast chicken.

The wind and rain were turbulent, and countless umbrellas walked by the little beggar, and after a short stay, they left in a hurry.

No umbrella is willing to stay over his head.

That's right, he was just a beggar from the beginning to the end, and he was still in this world where even getting enough to eat was a problem.

I don't know how long I knelt.

Maybe it was God who showed mercy, and the boss felt compassion.

It may also be that the boss can't stand people on the street pointing at his plaque, and is afraid that others will say he is stingy.

Anyway, in the end, one of Budzhai's buddies ran out, stuffed an oiled paper bag into Jiang Ming's arms, and then quickly returned.

Jiang Ming knew that the oil paper package contained roast chicken.

"Dong dong dong."

He faced Budezhai and kowtowed three times.

The rain fell on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. A bright red oozed from his forehead.

Jiang Ming murmured to himself: "If you survive the disaster, you will be rewarded generously in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the dilapidated alley.

On a rainy day, Jiang Ming knew that some people had been secretly watching him.

Especially when the shop clerk stuffed the oiled paper bag into his hand, his eyes hidden in the dark became even more sinister.

Jiang Ming had a knife on his waist, covered with a layer of tattered cloth.

Yes, his strength has returned.

On the way to Budzhai like crazy, Jiang Ming's long-lost familiar sense of power came to his heart again.

And what is slung around his waist is Po Jun.

On rainy days, there are few pedestrians, and the quiet and dilapidated alleys are the most suitable for killing people!
"tatter"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty alley, first a person walking alone.

Slowly, the footsteps became dense and chaotic.

"Bat-tap-tap-tap."

Behind is the noise of several people chasing behind.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the roast chicken won't smell good when it's cold!"

"Where did this kid go?"

I saw four figures standing at the crossroads, looking around.

If Gou Sheng was standing here, he would be able to tell at a glance that these four people were the little beggars who beat him because of the meat buns.

Countless dense raindrops fell from the sky, and the wind and rain slanted.

"Whoa--"

The sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, the sound of shaking leaves, crushed and mixed together.

A thin figure came out from a fork in the road.

His whole body was soaked by the rain, and he held a long knife tightly in his hand. There was a dark knife glow on it, as if it was going to swallow up everything.

"You guys are really slow, but it doesn't matter, you won't be able to walk anymore in the future."

"Remember it, the murderer, Jiang Ming!"

After finishing speaking, the Pojun in his hand swung forward, this time, its blade light was no longer hot white, but turned into endless black.

Soon, four corpses fell to the ground.

The bloody rain gradually filled the potholes, and the smell of blood attracted the animals that ate meat.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

It's the big black dog.

But soon, the big black dog left again.

After leaving this time, it didn't yell loudly "Wow, woof". The big black dog really left and never came back.
In the dilapidated alley in the rain, only a thin little beggar walked out at last.

He had an oil paper bag in his arms and a knife wrapped in cloth on his waist.

If a psychic takes a faint look, there seems to be a green-faced and fanged Rakshasa figure floating behind him.

The drizzle is continuous.

An invisible black umbrella bloomed above the little beggar's head.

White knives, black knives, stab them in and pull them out, they all turn into red knives.
　I caught a cold last night, my head was buzzing, there is only one update today, don't wait, thank you for your support.

　　
　
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