Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 69 People are in panic, part-time executioner?

after the war
  Martial law has begun on official roads!
  A cavalry regiment of thousands of people came over in a mighty manner.

Soon the surrounding area was surrounded by water, and merchants and passers-by on both sides of the official road were stopped one after another and were not allowed to pass. There was a lot of commotion for a while.

Fortunately, as Tan Fei said, everyone would not be implicated if nothing happened to General Meng. After the patrolling cavalry confirmed their identities, the group was allowed to leave and returned to the divine capital smoothly.

Afternoon time!

When Wei Hong walked out of the butcher shop after work, the news of the attack on General Meng had already spread all over the world. The streets and alleys, teahouses and restaurants were full of discussions, and even passers-by couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"Mr. Hu, business is good!"

At the entrance of Tianbao Alley, there is a braised pork stall.

The rich aroma wafted from the hot braised meat soup, causing passers-by to swallow their saliva. Several small low tables were already filled with diners.

A hunchbacked old man in linen clothes raised his cloudy eyes and immediately smiled and said: "Butcher Wei is here? Sit down, sit down!"

"Yes, every time the powerful fight overtly and secretly, some of the subordinates will be killed. This time General Meng was assassinated and the emperor was furious. He will definitely investigate and investigate. I'm afraid someone will take the blame!"

If Wei Hong worked part-time as an executioner, wouldn't he be earning his own life?

He couldn't help but swallow, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

He can stick to the bottom line and not kill people indiscriminately, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the opportunity to kill people openly and reasonably - such as being a beheading executioner!
  These days, the emperor is so angry that he kills millions of people!
  Any major treason case would kill tens of thousands of people.

"Hey, good!"

The diners were laughing and talking!

The cautious comments from the diners on the side came to my ears.

He has always known that killing people can earn more lives than killing pigs.

"Hey, I don't know how many more heads will be chopped off this time."

"No, it's said to be the killer organization Meteor. Rumor has it that King Rui is behind it!"

However, due to various concerns, he has always kept a low profile, never harming others, and he does not want to become an evil heretic who slaughters all living beings.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lao Xu, doesn't your child have tuberculosis? I heard the old man said that eating steamed buns dipped in fresh human blood can cure tuberculosis. In the next few days, the market will be crowded with people. Why don't you go and try it?"

"Hahaha!" The more he thought about it, the happier he became. He dropped a 5-tael silver ingot and said, "Mr. Hu, I will give everyone here another pound of meat and a jar of wine. If you are happy today, I will pay for it!"

The old man in Mai happily agreed and quickly got busy fishing out the meat in the braised meat soup.

Wei Hong's mind was buzzing at the moment, and all he could think of was four big words - heads rolling!
  "What a great opportunity!"

Wei Hong smiled slightly and did not interrupt, nor did he show off that he had witnessed the assassination of General Meng. However, a diner's sigh caught his attention.

"Shit! I think it's probably King Huai who did it. They don't want to see General Meng leading the army to suppress the rebellion. Now the rebel kings everywhere are working hard to strengthen their forces. Hahaha, it's going to be big this time."

"Hey, the assassination of General Meng this time is really exciting. The patrol battalion sent out tens of thousands of people to hunt down and arrest him. It was quite a scene!"

But today he suddenly realized that he was a bit stupid!

A short, fat man couldn't help but feel moved.

"No, cut some braised beef and take it home to eat." Wei Hong casually ordered: "First cut two kilograms of braised beef, and then two kilograms of beef offal."

After saying that, Wei Hong picked up the beef wrapped in lotus leaves and turned around to leave.

He did not choose to go home, but went straight to Beishi Street.

"Hey, who is this person so rich?" The diners were a little confused.

The old man in Mai happily put away the silver ingots, and then said: "This is the butcher Wei from Zhuji Butcher Shop. His grandfather is the old Wei who used to do the watch. Maybe something happy happened today. Come on, come on, Everyone is eating and drinking, butcher Wei is paying the bill today."

"That's a good feeling, hahaha!"

"Old Wei Tou has given birth to a good grandson. He will be blessed in the future!"

"No, it's really enviable!"

The diners were all happy to get a bargain.

Little did they know that Wei Hong was ten thousand times happier than them.

After all, it is not easy to find a way to make a lot of money.

How could he not be happy when he suddenly realized something under someone's guidance today?
  Walking all the way to Beishi Street, Wei Hong bought a jar of huanghuali. Then he walked to a remote alley and knocked on the door of a small dilapidated courtyard.

"Who?"

"Knock, knock, knock, what?"

An impatient shout came from the small courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and bearded man roughly opened the courtyard door, and a pair of copper-belled ox-eyes glanced at him unhappily, which immediately made people feel shuddering.

"Excuse me, are you Deng Haisheng, Master Deng?" Wei Hong clasped his fists politely.

The bearded man glanced at him up and down. Seeing that he was tall, burly and imposing, the evil spirit on his face subsided half of the time. He said with a cold face: "That's Deng. Who are you?"

"I'm Wei Hong, the butcher at Zhu Ji's butcher shop. My grandfather is the old Wei who worked in Anlefang. I met you at Uncle Lushan's house a few years ago. I wonder if Master Deng still remembers you?"

After some rambling.

Deng Haisheng finally figured out his identity.

The stiff face immediately softened a lot, and he squeezed out a smile and said: "It turns out to be Wei Xian's nephew. I saw you a few years ago when I was just a little kid. I really can't recognize you after not seeing you for a few years. I'm sorry, sorry!"

With that said, Deng Haisheng welcomed him into the small courtyard.

This courtyard has one main room and one side room. The space is small and there are a lot of debris piled around. It seems that he lives alone.

"Good nephew, sit down!" Deng Haisheng pushed aside the debris on the Eight Immortals' table and smiled sarcastically. He wanted to pour tea, but he couldn't find a clean cup after searching for a long time.

"Master Deng doesn't have to be busy." Wei Hong put the meat and wine wrapped in lotus leaves on the table and said with a smile: "I came to visit today. Firstly, I want to talk to you about the past for Uncle Lu Shan. Secondly, I also want to ask you for a favor. one thing."

"What's the matter?" Deng Haisheng looked for two bowls to pour wine, untied the braised beef, and then muttered: "I heard that Lu Shan is dead, are you trying to trick me?"

"Of course not. Uncle Lu Shan has indeed passed away." Wei Hong choked up and said with emotion: "But I have already buried him. Although I have never held a funeral, I will still pay tribute to him on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Two.”

"Alas!" Deng Haisheng didn't know what he thought of, and his face suddenly became silent. He took two sips of wine before he couldn't help exclaiming: "Hey, 20-year-old Huanghuali? What a good wine! You kid brought such a good wine specially. What do you want here to ask for?"

"I'll tell you the truth, Master Deng!" Wei Hong said straight to the point: "I want to learn to behead."

"Learn to behead?"

Deng Haisheng choked and coughed twice.

A pair of eyes looked at him suspiciously, as if looking at a monster.

　Asking for monthly ticket
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)