To the eternal you

"Boss Songhe, this is the list of supplies that my subordinates have recently robbed, take a look."

A short man with wicked eyebrows and a skinny face rubbed his hands and handed a list to the man he called the boss.

It records various material payments, as well as bills in and out.

This man has an ugly face, with protruding cheekbones, deep sunken eye sockets, and thin stubble. His oily hair is loosely dressed, and he wears quite tight purple feet with dark gray corners.

Under the dim candlelight in the house, the rampant ghost mask looks extraordinarily pervasive.

Songhe's cloudy eyes slowly scanned the records above, while the little boy with a mischievous eyebrow stepped back obediently and remained silent.

And there are several wild ambushes around below, with different expressions, or sneering at the thin young man who was hung upside down in the center.

"...Order to get the people who have recently been inquiring in the White Fox Field to withdraw, and we need to send a few more people to the barren sea and the jackal fork."

His voice was very hoarse, with occasional small gasps, as harsh as a person speaking with his throat against his chin.

"Yes, yes, then shall we go to fight the autumn wind again this month... Ahem, I mean, the brothers have been a little hungry recently, and the sword may be a little unsteady."

There was a trace of panic on the man's face, but he still said it.

Songhe just glanced at him plainly, but he was so scared that his face was pale and cold sweat broke out, and he quickly knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "It's a part! It's a part! They... complained that there are too few supplies recently... .”

Ye Fu below also looked at each other, and continued to watch with cold eyes in silence.

"Tell them, if you want to survive, don't use your brains a little bit less, the food that should be distributed has been distributed, if you really feel that you have robbed a few soft bones, or gained some power, then think that the gods are the boss and the second child, just go Call here."

Every sentence of Songhe's hoarse voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting the little brother's heart, and he kowtowed immediately after he finished speaking.

What would you do if you called him over? Of course he was chopped off.

The beasts also showed some bloody smiles, the joy of killing people is not comparable to killing those beasts.

After giving the order, Songhe looked at the one who was hanging upside down, with a small cut on his wrist, and the blood was dripping into the broken basin below.

The man's mouth was tied up with rags, and he kept whining in pain. His shirt was stripped off, revealing a body that was so emaciated that the bones could be seen.

The moment the other party looked away, the little boy stopped prostrating, got up on hands and feet, staggered, and ran to the hanging man and tore off the rags.

While the other party was howling in pain, he punched the other party's nose, causing the man to burst into tears.

"Shut up! You trash, what will the boss ask next, do you understand?"

The man's face was contorted, and he curled his arms as much as possible, trying to cover his face with his bound hands. His eyes were full of fear, and he answered vaguely: "Yes...don't hit...yes"

"Tell me, who asked you to trouble that ronin?"

Songhe propped his cheekbone with his right hand, his eyelids were raised, and there was no emotion in his cloudy eyes.

"It's not me...it's not me, it's Tamura...he said someone... looked down on us, so...he called someone to stop him..."

The Hanged Man replied weakly.

"You don't know that man has a tengu behind him?"

"...I don't know...We really...don't know, if we know each other..."

Before the Hanged Man could finish his words, he was kicked in the abdomen by the suddenly violent Songhe, and the rope that was hanging him upside down didn't last even half a second, and broke instantly.

The man flew upside down like a rag bag and knocked down a pile of furniture. His mouth and nose were bleeding, his body curled up desperately to protect his head, and he was in a trance.

"I don't know? What I hate the most is some idiots who think they can hide from me by lying."

From the shot to the opponent flying out, Songhe's burly body stood up like a shadow covering his surroundings, and his voice was still calm.

"That ronin came to Konta Village a year ago and stayed at Chaimon's house. You and his family are only separated by less than five households. People who come out of your village know that he seems to have something to do with Tengu. I heard that there is some agreement. stuff like that."

When he said a word, the Hanged Man trembled heavily. In the end, he didn't even care about the pain. He opened his mouth to vomit blood and tried to defend himself, but was kicked on the chin again.

"Okay, I've finished what I want you to say, now prepare to choose a way to die."

Songhe's cloudy eyeballs turned around, as if he was looking at the person next to him, or just looking at the Hanged Man, and he drew out his saber.

"I am very merciful. I will chop off your head with one knife, and let you die without even feeling the pain."

"Of course, you can also choose to stand up, hold a knife and compete with me in an upright manner. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, you will be cut open alive."

Speaking of this, he himself couldn't help letting out a sinister hoarse laugh.

"I...I want to...go home...I don't want to...die, help me..."

The Hanged Man was crying miserably, with a disfigured face, leaking teeth, and slurred words.

It seemed to confirm the words of the village chief, those who escaped here were only treated as the most inferior people here, and unless they had a skill, they would never have a way out for the rest of their lives.

"Okay, if they remember your last words, they will help you find a wooden board to engrave on it, and insert it in the place where you are buried."

Songhe tilted his head, raised his knife, and asked just as he was about to chop it down: "Ah, by the way, what's your name? Cutting an unknown bastard will tarnish my knife."

"Step...is..."

"Really, Buzheng, you kid obviously has a good name, why do you want to do this job." He lowered the knife and chopped off his head like a vegetable, with an indifferent tone: "It's so pitiful— —”

Blood spattered, staining his feet red, and the headless corpse was immediately lifted up by the younger brother and walked out.

He turned his head, with a dull expression, picked up the head on the side and went out together. Just at this time, a person ran up, who seemed to be his confidant.

Standing beside him, whispered a few words in a low voice.

"Reliable news?"

Songhe raised his eyes slightly, looking at the head in his hand.

"No half lie."

The confidant nodded affirmatively.

"Hmph, it's really unlucky, Bu Zhengjun, if you choose the second option, maybe you can survive."

He threw away his head in disappointment, and looked at Ying Xiangshan with gloomy eyes.

"But it doesn't matter, I will send him down too. I thought it was something to rely on, but I didn't expect it to be a lucky guy. He was kicked out like a bereaved dog before winter."

Songhe turned around and entered the room again. The candlelight flickered, as if it was about to dissipate at any time, but he picked up the ghost mask and helmet half-smeared with blood.

"I'll deal with it in the past this time. If something like this happens again next time, you can decide for yourself."

He put on the mask, and his heavy breath seemed dull under the mask.

The flickering candle flame dissipated, and the room was plunged into darkness, leaving only the sound of feet hitting the ground.

After everyone left, there seemed to be another breeze blowing in the room.

Wearing a coir raincoat and clogs, Huai looked at the blood on the scene, closed his eyes slightly, and then took out a pack of sachets exuding an elegant fragrance. He originally wanted to put it anywhere, but after careful consideration, he chose to hang it outside the door. neck tree.

The group of raccoon dogs will follow the smell soon, and the Shenli family will be in operation soon after learning the information.

Then there was only the question from His Highness Qi. She leaped high and came to the top of the mountain in a few dodges, looking at the mountain stream that shadowed the mountain from a distance.

There was a figure there, swaying forward...

PS: The signing seems to be over!There are more changes today, I hope to count more votes~