The curtain of the old teahouse on Shannan Street in Piaocheng was ripped off violently. The shopkeeper's fingers left the abacus, and his eyes looked at the door in confusion.He recognized that the four fierce men who squeezed into the store were all from the "slaughterhouse". The strong wind of late autumn blew in through the door.The black cloth belts tied around the left arms of the four hooligans were blown up. The "fee" of the teahouse for this month has already been paid in full, but the people in the "slaughterhouse" have no reason to say, the shopkeeper thought, today's business is for nothing.

But the hooligan didn't go up to the shopkeeper, he wandered between the tea tables and glanced around.Finally, they surrounded a single tea drinker, a fat man in a red brocade jacket. The fat man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.Neither because the tea was too hot, nor because the clothes were too thick. "Morning." The leading gangster had a scar on his right brow bone, which changed the shape of his right eye. "What are you having for breakfast?" "Peach... peach... sweet cake..." The fat man timidly replied.He couldn't figure out why, he was just a cloth seller, he never offended anyone on the road, and he paid all fees and bonuses...

"Is it delicious?" The hooligan picked up the sweet cake on the table. "Good... good... not bad..." The hooligan took a bite of the sweet cake, chewed it, and then spat it on the fat man's red brocade jacket mixed with thick saliva. "Damn it, it's not delicious." The hooligan threw the sweet cake to the ground. "You lied to me." "I...I didn't..." The fat man didn't dare to remove the cake residue from his body. "Probably...not to your grandfather's taste...this kind of...coarse food..." "You fat pig know how to talk..." The other three hooligans also laughed.

There were more beads of sweat on the fat man's forehead. "Is it hot? Why don't you take off your clothes?" The rogue's eyes gradually revealed a fierce light. The fat man was at a loss, he had no idea what the "slaughterhouse" hooligans wanted. "Are you pretending to be deaf?" another hooligan shouted. "Tell you to take it off!" He grabbed the fat man by the back collar and lifted him up from the chair.Before the fat man could struggle, the other two had already taken off their red brocade jackets. "Don't be rough...I'll give you money..." The fat man got a fist in reply.The fat man felt as if his stomach was burning, and he sat down on the ground.

"Fuck your mother!" The leading hooligan snatched the red brocade jacket and threw it to the ground, then kicked it a few times. "I don't know how to choose a day when I wear clothes? Do you know what day it is?" A hooligan pulled out a burning stick from the tea stove and set the brocade jacket on the ground ablaze. The shopkeeper became anxious, but he didn't dare to put out the fire. None of the tea customers dared to leave, and the door was crowded with onlookers. The hot tea was splashed on the fat man's face, and he rolled on the ground in pain, knocking over the chair, but the gangster's fists and feet still did not let go of his protruding belly.

"You all send me a message." The leading hooligan stood on the table. "Today in the city, people in red and green were seen by our "slaughterhouse" people, and we even burned people and clothes!" After the hooligan left, the shopkeeper and tea customers dared to put out the fire.The fat man was already in a coma, the shopkeeper told him to lie on the ground, and asked the boy to find a doctor nearby. "Fortunately, I'm wearing blue clothes today..." a tea customer whispered. "Why?" asked the shopkeeper. "You don't know? Today is the anniversary of the death of Tieding Liuye and Yin Qiye! People from the 'butcher' will all go to the temple later."

"It's been a month..." the shopkeeper pondered. "...The two headless corpses hanging in the 'massacre' should be untied, right? The whole Anton Street is blowing with the smell of corpses..."
The thousand-person ghost sacrifice team of the "Slaughterhouse" all wore rough linen mourning clothes and white scarves on their heads, and half of them rode forward. They set off from the "Big Slaughterhouse" at the north end of Andong Avenue, and slowly headed for the southwestern area of ​​Piaocheng. big temple. Leading the lead was Fourth Master Tiezhuo riding a horse, with his long black hair wrapped in a white turban, staring silently at the front of the road.

Close to the left side of Iron Claw is Xiao Ya, a trusted disciple. He is naked with a dark upper body and a thick linen skirt around his lower body. He is riding a horse and holding high a big flag. written. Fifth Master Tiehammer rode on the right side of his brother, with a big sack under his left arm, and grabbed handfuls of paper money from the sack with his right hand, throwing them in the wind along the way. The gold and silver paper money only floated in the air for a while, and soon fell to the ground, obviously much heavier than ordinary paper money.The crowd watching in the aisle discovered that the paper money was pasted with foil made of real gold and silver!But no one dared to go forward to pick them up. They just stepped on them quietly when the autumn wind blew the paper money to their feet.

After the ghost sacrifice team passed by, the crowd bent down to pick up gold, silver and paper money.The snatching curses came and went. When everyone bent down, the three people standing at the end still stood straight. In the middle is a middle-aged man with a gentle face, dressed as a scholar, holding a folding fan in his hand.The scribe had a neatly trimmed short brownish-yellow beard on his lips, his thin lips were tightly closed, and his eyes kept looking at the receding team.His eyes were not sharp, but there was a dangerous gleam - a gleam very similar to Yu Runsheng's eyes. "Sacrificial wine..." The burly man on the left of the scribe whispered, "I don't think Piaocheng should stay for too long..."

"Hmm..." The scribe showed his white and small teeth when he spoke. "Seeing enough excitement. Let's go to Dai Town..."