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Chapter 54
Someone died in a bungalow at the end of the back alley?The red mantis Zhou Zhihong who was killed by Wu Qing?

Zhang Ziqi's pupils shrank.

At this time, another person squeezed in from the back door behind the woman, a short and fat man.

Zhang Zaiqi's face changed greatly from this.

The woman covered her vermilion lips with a round fan in her hand, her almond eyes fell on Zhang Zaiqi, she was full of laughter,
"It seems you know."

The woman glanced at her almond-shaped eyes, and a dozen gong players in the courtyard made her giggle, shaking her head and saying,
"Then we won't need so many people."

In the next moment, the index finger and middle finger of the woman's left hand, like a green onion, were instantly straightened up like sword blades, and the thumb pressed down on the little finger of the ring finger.

Sword art handprint.

The round fan in the woman's hand trembled, and a yellow light shot out.

In an instant, in the small courtyard, blood gushed out wantonly like a fountain.

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Long clothing for women: cheongsam.

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Even though there were more than a dozen silver dollars in her bosom, Wu Qing didn't go far. Wu Qing didn't have the idea to go to the old town or the concession to have a good meal.On the one hand, he was too lazy to leave, and on the other hand, it was already this hour. Li Yushi must have known the news of his grandson's death. Who knew if Li Yushi would go crazy.

It's still a mixed bag here, and it's convenient to find a restaurant in Shuidong, where people's heads are wild.

Half of the roast duck is small silver at the four corners, a stack of boxed vegetables is twelve big pieces, and a stack of peanuts is four big pieces.

Wu Qing didn't ask for wine.

A total of less than six corners of silver was spent.

The taste is not very good, after all, it is a small restaurant in the shanty town of Shuidong.

But the victory lies in the long drought and the nectar.

The only meat that Wu Qing has tasted since crossing is the first day Wu Laosan boiled the big stick bone with only a thin layer of sticky flesh.Not a bite yet.

Now this crispy roasted duck leg is sizzling with oil, which just satisfies Wu Qing's craving.

Wu Qing said it was enjoyable.

There were not many people in the small restaurant, there were only seven or eight tables except for Wu Qing, and there was only one table occupied.

"When I was going out just now, I ran into four or five guys flirting with a girl. Guess what? The girl slapped her, and in the blink of an eye, they all beat her to the ground. Just one of them."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"Don't you believe it, a few punches and kicks will finish the job, just like the chivalrous woman in the mouth of the storyteller. Hehe, that woman is quite delicate (beautiful), wearing a long purple dress, and when she lifts her feet, she is white and tender. thigh..."

The two big men looked at each other and smiled.

Wu Qing also smiled.

For chivalrous women, just listen to it.

There are more martial arts masters in the Republic of China than in Wu Qing's previous life, but it is only the last afterglow.

The development of Dagan in the Republic of China is roughly similar to Wu Qing's previous life in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

The last feudal empire encountered a violent invasion of Western civilization.

The situation of martial arts in the two places is also not bad.

It is especially important in the era of cold weapons. Martial arts skills that can protect the country and gain fame and wealth have lost their living space under the invasion of hot weapons.

After all, even a martial arts master of Wu Qing's level would be hard-pressed to fight hot weapons.

It has been 41 years since the roar of trains gradually replaced the thieves' dart flags, 19 years have passed since drill instructors replaced military martial arts teachers, 15 years have passed since the martial arts examination was abolished, and [-] years have passed since the decadent old Qian Dynasty was overthrown.

For the warriors of the Republic of China, it was the fifth year of the Republic of China, [-] in the Western calendar.

It was the time when warriors had no food to eat, and martial arts had not yet been regarded as a national art, and was advocated by educators and reform parties.

But what is paradoxical is that despite the abjection of martial arts, chivalrous koan novels and bunt storytelling are becoming more and more popular.

The reason, Wu Qing thinks, should be roughly the same as the popularity of superhero movies in the previous life.

Find comfort in it that doesn't exist in reality.

So when Wu Qing heard about the heroine, he laughed.

There are not many male heroes left.Return the heroine.

Wu Qing had seen it himself.

Master Zhao of the Tongzhi Martial Arts Gym teaches a few stinky apprentices to fool around.

Liu Xiping in the Xiping Martial Arts Hall is better than Master Zhao, but the bricks and tiles in the house are broken and he has no money to repair them.

Li Biaotou, spends all day in teahouses listening to books, entangled in what kind of culture is strong and military is weak.

The red mantis, Zhou Zhihong, murders fugitives.

The same as Nan Yu Sanying, I only heard Mr. Shu said that Duan let go and Shi Hai disappeared from the world and became a patrol officer.

The era of the end of martial arts.

While thinking about it, Wu Qing ate the last bite of the roast duck, dropped the duck bone, and licked his oily fingers,

"Bill, please."

One silver dollar was handed out, and six small silver coins with four corners were retrieved.

Wu Qing took it, got up and went to the street, ready to go back to find Zhang Zaiqi.

The whole meal is finished, Zhang Ziqi should finish it, right?

With this in mind, Wu Qing walked to the gate of the Quanxing Gang's communal house, and before he opened the door, a bloody smell came out from the crack of the door.

Didn't you see Quanxing helping people wash the yard before you left? Why is the smell stronger than before?

wrong!

Wu Qing frowned, and pushed open the courtyard door forcefully with a "crash".It took a lot of effort for Wu Qing to push open the lightweight courtyard door.

He knew right away why.

Following Wu Qing's movement of pushing the door inward, a corpse fell on its back into a pool of blood, spattering a large cloud of blood.It was this corpse lying on the door just now, blocking Wu Qing's strength.

Wu Qing subconsciously looked down.

The corpse that had just fallen into a pool of blood had its mouth open and was missing a front tooth.

Toothless.

At the same time, horror and blood rushed to the face.

Puddles of blood spread all over the yard, and the ground of the yard was painted dark red by the greasy blood.

More than a dozen men with wounds all over their bodies were soaked in a pool of blood in different postures, motionless.

All dead!
Surprised, Wu Qing pressed down forcibly, and immediately raised his hand to untie the old cloth wrapped around the Chihe knife.

Because in such a tragic courtyard, there are still two people standing!There is a person hanging on the wall behind the two.

The reason why it is said to be hanging is because a dagger pierced through the palm of the man's right hand and nailed it to the wall.Like a rag hanging on the wall, it was humming in pain.

One of the two people standing was short and fat in a long gown. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his eyes and saw Wu Qing.

"It's you!"

Familiar words, familiar people.

Zhou Zhihong's accomplice, a short and fat man whose name Wu Qing still does not know.

The chunky man also held a long sword in his hand.

The sword is three chi long, with a silver hilt and black sheath, inlaid with a piece of jasper on the hilt, and the silver sheath and silver hoop of the black lacquer sheath are also inlaid with jasper and carved with bat longevity patterns.

Even if I only saw it once, even if the sword was covered with bright red blood.

Wu Qing also recognized it.

Nine Shoujian!
Beside the short and fat man stood a young woman in a long purple dress. She lightly raised a round fan painted with begonias to cover her mouth and nose.The pair of almond eyes not covered by the round fan smiled and looked at Wu Qing.

Wu Qing was a little lost in thought.

The young woman's hair is coiled up, and a wooden hairpin is pinned.Wearing a bright purple sleeveless high-leg long gown, with thin white borders rolling around, two white lotus root arms are bare, behind the hem of the long gown, white and tender thighs are looming.It's so thought-provoking.

But Wu Qing was not fascinated by the beauty.

It's because of this extraordinarily gorgeous attire, like a modern girl in an advertisement, like a celebrity in a social circle, except that she doesn't look like a quack.

Now he is standing with the short and fat man in the yard where the dozens of corpses are scattered.

It's fucking evil.

Wu Qing knew the level of the short and fat man. It is absolutely impossible for the dozen or so people in this yard to be killed by the short and fat man. Could it be this young woman who doesn't know the details?

Wu Qing couldn't believe it.

The man nailed to the wall, muffled,

"Ah Qing... run, this woman, we, a dozen or so, are no match for her..."

Wu Qing didn't recognize this person who was wearing colorful clothes before, but now that he opened his mouth, Wu Qing recognized it.

Zhang Ziqi!
A few red threads stood out from the bottom of Wu Qing's eyelids, but the mania in his heart was forcibly suppressed by him.

What is the background of this woman?
(End of this chapter)