Die For Life

"Sister Qingmei, it's not the ancestor worship festival today, why did the second master suddenly burn paper money?"

In an unremarkable mansion in the outer city, Yin Minghong was burning paper money in the courtyard. The off-white paper money flew on the tongue of fire and turned into ashes, and the steaming smoke seemed to depict a scene of another world.

Rong Yao, dressed in coolie, stood by the door, watching Yin Minghong's behavior curiously. He came to have a mission with Yin Minghong today. He came here early and saw this scene, naturally, he felt weird-who would burn paper money early in the morning.

"Minghong is paying homage to our elder brother with a different surname." Mu Qingmei sat on the steps at the entrance of the main hall, looking at the burning fire, showing a reminiscence expression: "Big brother died three years ago, today is his anniversary. "

"By the way, why are you standing at the door? Come in for a cup of tea."

Rong Yao shook his head and pointed to his dress: "I'm all dirty now. It's not easy to get in, so I can just stand here."

"Then you go take a shower at the back."

"This is a disguise." Rong Yao smiled bitterly: "I am now a fugitive slave in Jing Mansion. When I act outside, I might meet people I know, so I have to get a little dirty so that they can't see it. And the outer city knows me. There are actually quite a lot of people."

"Why?" Mu Qingmei asked strangely: "Are you a celebrity?"

"It's not a celebrity, but I used to be responsible for purchasing food from the government, and then..." Rong Yao was a little bit difficult to say: "Because my parents are doing well, my aunts and aunts will treat me very preferentially when they see me. Many people also remember. Live me."

Mu Qing's eyebrows were startled: "It's true, then why am I going to buy food? Auntie and Auntie don't give me preferential treatment? I also look good!"

Rong Yao couldn't laugh or cry: "Well... it's the so-called attraction of opposite sexes, aunt and aunt might prefer good-looking men like me."

"Hey? So you are remembered by many people because you are too handsome?" Mu Qing looked at Rong Yao for a long time, and shook her head: "But I think you feel pretty ordinary."

"Sister Qingmei is very knowledgeable, so naturally she doesn't like my stinky skin." Rong Yao smiled, he glanced at Yin Minghong, and then asked, "Is that sister Qingmei more beautiful than me? NS?"

"Yeah!" Mu Qing blurted out her eyebrows, but when she noticed Rong Yao's smiling eyes, she blushed and defended: "But he is just like this, he is still black, his eyes are scary, and he is eating again. Loudly... at best, it's a little more handsome than you, just a little bit more."

"real!"

"If you laugh again, you can discuss it with me."

Rong Yao stopped his smile immediately-Medical Officer Wen Hong told him, don’t provoke Mu Qingmei, Xuan Zhu Baiye’s chief combat force'convince people with strength', the title of Mu Qingmei is not for nothing. , Yin Minghong suffered a lot of injuries when he'discussed' with Mu Qingmei.

Rong Yao quickly changed the subject and said, "Why is the second master burning books?"

I saw Yin Minghong tearing off the pages of the book and throwing them into the flames.

"Ah, that was "The Legend of Vulcan". My eldest brother was a die-hard fan of "The Legend of Vulcan". He told us before he died that he must burn the latest volume of "Vulcan" every year on his death day."

Rong Yao nodded, then said again, "Why is the second master burning the magic cards?"

I saw Yin Minghong throw a wad of warfare cards into the flames.

"Ah, my eldest brother was still one of the ten extraordinary and saintly players in the tactics pavilion before his death. He told us before he died that he would burn a set of tactics cards for him every year after the version of the tactics card was updated."

Rong Yao nodded, and after a while he couldn't help but sighed again: "Your eldest brother still likes to read yellow picture albums!?"

I saw that Yin Minghong was tearing open a fragrant picture album. Rong Yao felt very energetic when he glanced at it, and he wanted to ask where Yin Minghong bought it.

"Ah, although the eldest brother really likes to watch it, but he thinks that since the paper money will become real money if burned down, then these picture albums may become real women if they are burned down." Mu Qing shrugged and said, "Big brother, he is dead. He was a virgin before. He felt that he was timid and loved to play cards and read novels. When he came down, he was still a childlike ghost. So before he died, he asked us to burn his beauty album every year-but if this is really useful, then he I don’t have time to do anything below except making ghosts with hundreds of beauties."

Rong Yao finally couldn't help it anymore: "Your eldest brother told too much before he died, right?"

"Yes, after all, Big Brother was killed by Ming Hong himself."

There was a sudden gust of wind in the yard, and the flames suddenly became vigorously dancing, engulfing paper ashes. Rong Yao looked over and found that Yin Minghong had been looking at the flames calmly, his appearance became a little distorted in the flames, like a ghost and a horrible expression.

"You didn't continue to ask." Mu Qingmei propped his chin with both hands: "Do you also know about Xiaojiushan?"

"I heard about it three years ago when I was in Jing Mansion, and Medical Officer Wen Hong also told me something." Rong Yao pondered his words: "So, your eldest brother... was the one who led the small Jiushan workers' riots back then. A boat on the water?"

"Well, big brother, Minghong, I, the three of us grew up together, studied together, practiced together, and joined White Night together."

"The incident of Xiaojiu Mountain still caused a lot of shock in Xuanzhu County. After all, too many people died." Rong Yao said: "According to the rumors, Shui Xingzhou is a righteous person who does not fear power and resists. The hero of tyranny..."

Mu Qing snorted and laughed, "Big brother must have died and never thought that his reputation after death was so much better than when he was alive-he was a famous bun, sometimes he couldn't play cards and would cry on the spot. Come out. He was bullied several times, and Minghong and I went to help him find a place."

"Don't look at me now, a big brother, that is what we used to laugh at him-he is not as good as us except for his age. He is not as good as us when he learns, and he goes out to play cards when he practices. In many cases, he is the older brother who needs our care."

"But he loves you very much," Rong Yao said.

Mu Qingmei was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I was not in Xiaojiu Mountain at the time, and Minghong didn't say much, but I think I can also imagine what happened—they killed the elders of the Jing family. At that time, the Jing family had already He Yang Jun was found and decided to bloodyly suppress the miners of Xiaojiu Mountain. The surrender was nothing but a long torture. They couldn't even escape, and the only way was to let someone bring Xiaojiushan's copy. Credit for defecting to Jing's house makes this riot at least a little meaningful."

"How can someone so timid like my big brother bear such a deep hatred of blood?" Mu Qing tilted his head: "After Minghong came back, I blamed him for a long time-but then I also understood that Minghong has been all these years The hardship he has endured, the eldest brother would rather die than face it."

Rong Yao's face changed slightly when he heard such a gentle saying, "It's been a long time to blame him."

He remembered that Medical Officer Wen Hong said that Yin Minghong was almost beaten to death three years ago. He suffered multiple comminuted fractures all over his body. It took a full week for foot and foot phototherapy to get out of bed. As for who made the attack, Medical Officer Wen Hong didn't say, but this information was followed by "Don't mess with Mu Qing eyebrows."

At this time, Yin Minghong had not thrown anything in to burn. Lack of combustible materials, the fire slowly diminished, and soon only a few small flames remained.

"Big Brother."

Yin Minghong sat in front of the fire and said softly, "I am going to make an important decision today."

"It may lead us to destruction, or it may produce miracles."

"Just like you slapped me back then, brother, help me make up my mind."

Wow!

With the breeze blowing, the embers exploded, and the flames that were about to extinguish suddenly burst out with flames more than one meter high, gorgeous and fleeting.

"I understand." Yin Minghong stood up, took out the red ribbon and wrapped it around his hand: "Brother Rong, let's go."

Rong Yao, dressed as a rough man, bends down and salutes: "Waiting for a long time."

...

...

The meeting place is Damenshijie.

Damenshi Street is a famous bustling street in the outer city, with century-old garment shops, Xuanzhu old snacks, Dongyang jewelry...you can eat and wear beautifully, and the prices are not high, even ordinary families can grit their teeth and come to Damenshi Street.' 'Luxury', the childhood dream of many children is to eat and drink in the gate stone street.

Yin Yinyin set the meeting place at Damenshijie, which is very reasonable, because it is crowded with people and can easily escape even if something happens. But in the same way, Bai Ye can easily plant spies here, and even some shop owners in Damenshijie are White Nightwalkers.

Rong Yao followed Yin Minghong ten steps away, pretending to be a coolie who came to the gate stone street to find a job, not conspicuous at all.

Looking at the pocket watch, it was about 9 o'clock in the morning, Yin Minghong followed Yin Yinyin's instructions and came to Laoyouji to buy a cup of coconut milk.

But three days ago, Bai Ye had already sent someone to Friends as an apprentice, and there were also White Night Walkers watching near Friends, which was called a net of heaven and earth.

Even if a child suddenly sends a letter at this time, others will follow Yin Minghong!

I paid, bought a bottle of coconut milk and drank it.

Yin Minghong looked at the empty bottle in front of him, and fell into a moment of thought.

He was put on the plane by... Yinyin?

At this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the street. After a while, a human-powered rickshaw with empty seats was suddenly pulled to the door of Friends. This rickshaw was a bit strange, with wide seats, and the driver had three people.

The coachman with a towel on his left shoulder patted Yin Minghong on the shoulder: "Mr. Yin, are you going to take the car?"

"I..." Yin Minghong was startled slightly, and suddenly understood: "Yes."

"Get in the car." The middle driver said happily: "Your friend spent a lot of money to let me take you. Don't worry, our Scud team will send you there as fast as possible. Next time you call for a car, you can go to the car dealer and call us. We are the fastest team in Xuanzhu County to pull the cart——!"

Coachman on the left: "Fly!"

Middle coach: "Mao!"

Coachman on the right: "Legs!"

Yin Minghong got in the car, glanced at Rong Yao behind, and motioned for him to follow.

The speed of the human rickshaw is the same. After all, it is pulled by human beings. Where can it go as fast as possible? Others can easily follow, Yin Yinyin's arrangement is meaningless this time, he is misguided.

"Grasp it, sir!"

Just when Yin Minghong thought so, he suddenly felt a strong feeling of pushing his back and saw the rickshaw take off!

It's really Scud!

The left and right scenery quickly retreated, Yin Minghong clasped the handrails tightly with both hands, he even felt that he might be thrown out even faster—this speed is almost the same as that of a car! ?

After about four or five minutes, the rickshaw slowly started to slow down, and finally stopped completely at a certain alleyway, "Mister, here it is!"

Yin Minghong hurriedly jumped out of the rickshaw, looking at the three coachmen with some fear: "Your car... is really fast."

"Of course, we are a professional team—"

"fly!"

"hair!"

"leg!"

Then the coachman said: "According to your friend's request, drive you here and you will know what to do. Then sir, I wish you a smooth journey."

When the rickshaw left, Yin Minghong looked around, and suddenly cursed inwardly.

He walked left and right along the alley with familiarity, and soon came to an alleyway with two towering walls that was inaccessible to the people.

That's right!

It's the lane where they last met!

There is even a red brick in the middle of the lane!

Yin Minghong picked up the red brick and asked, "Yin Yin Yin?"

There was a familiar soft male voice on the wall beside him: "Hey? Yin Minghong, are you here? It seems that Scud is really fast..."

Yin Minghong twitched his lips: "Obviously, I still have to come here to meet in the end. Why do you want me to buy a bottle of coconut milk in Damenshi Street?"

"Have you ever drank honey five-flower tea?"'Yin Yinyin' suddenly asked a strange question~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yin Minghong was taken aback: "Did it."

"Do you think coconut milk is good or honey five-flower tea is good?"

Yin Minghong thought for a while: "Coconut milk."

"Oh, your taste is so bad." "Yin Yinyin" sighed: "Then, the chatting is over. Ten days have passed, and the White Night Headquarters should also make a decision on my cooperation proposal? It's a breakup, Or did you start all over again?"

Your statement is weird... Yin Minghong was silent for a moment, and said, "No, the White Night Headquarters did not make a decision on your suggestion."

"Yin Yinyin" seemed surprised: "Then... give you some more time? Ten days is not enough, how about thirty days?"

"No." Yin Minghong said with his back on the wall, "The headquarters has handed over the decision-making power to the Xuanzhu branch, and the branch has handed over the decision-making power to me. I can now directly decide whether to cooperate with you."

"It sounds like splitting the pot, pushing the pot down layer by layer, and then pushing it until you, a little pawn, makes you take full responsibility..."

Yin Minghong said in a deep voice: "If I make a mistake, Xuan Zhu Baiye is willing to go to Huangquan with me."

The laneway suddenly became quiet.

After a while, "Yin Yinyin" spoke, "I have said what should be said. I have done what should not be done. Then, please give your answer, White Nightwalker."

"Whether it is like-minded or parted ways, I only need one result."

Yin Minghong said, "Before this, I want to ask you a question first, Yin Yinyin."

"Excuse me."

Yin Minghong looked at the wall, his gaze seemed to penetrate the high wall, and saw the figure standing on the other side——

"'Yin Yinyin", are you really Yin Yinyin?"