I have a book of salvation

Hearing footsteps coming from the corridor, the children in the cages subconsciously huddled in the corners of the cages, trembling, wanting to cry but not daring to cry.

Looking at this scene, Yu Chen felt uncomfortable in his heart.

But because of the terrifying grimace he now had, he did not continue to step forward. Instead, he took out a paper man, transformed into the appearance of the old man in the rice shop, and walked into the darkroom.

"Nier, don't be afraid anymore, grandpa is here to save you."

The old and hoarse voice echoed in the dark room, causing more than a dozen children to subconsciously raise their heads.

Among them, the little girl from Mipu felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her eyes widened and she burst into tears when she saw the familiar figure under the dim butter lamp!

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"It hurts! They beat Nier!"

"It hurts so much, Nier!"

It's like a person suddenly relaxed after being extremely tense, and the fear pours out like a flood!

The little girl cried loudly!

When the children around him saw this scene, they couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

The entire darkroom was full of crying!

"Don't be afraid, Ni'er. Don't be afraid, everyone. The bad guys have been beaten away. Someone will come to save everyone later."

Zhirenren, who transformed into an old man from Mipu, comforted him, and then Yu Chen, who was squatting in the dark shadow of the corridor, took off the soul-stirring bell and shook it.

Jingle Bell--

Amidst the crisp ringing of the bell, the dozen or so children felt a trance, and the fear and exhaustion of several days suddenly broke out. They were tired of crying, and fell into a sweet sleep under the influence of the soul-stirring bell.

Yu Chen watched this scene, sighed, walked out of the corridor, came to the window, took out another paper crane, and let it fly out.

The paper crane made a circle in the air and flew towards the Weishui River.

——He naturally has no way of settling these children. He should find professionals to do professional things.

But before that, Yu Chen had one more thing to do.

--wait.

He walked to the table in the winery, sat down where the four of them were playing cards, and looked out the window.

The sky is getting darker and darker.

The wind and snow gradually became more urgent.

Weishui River, south of the city, Blackwater Gang.

In a large room, at the table, a man in his forties with half-haired hair and a lean build was also sitting by the window, looking out the window without saying a word.

However, the deep-set eyes like eagles revealed an anger as deep as the sea.

Hidden but not revealed.

The members of the Blackwater Gang who passed by outside the house hurried by without daring to raise their heads.

——In the past half month, everyone knows that Mr. Liu is very unhappy!

Who dares to touch this bad luck?

As for the reason?

Everyone is tacitly aware of this.

As we all know, Ji Liuye, the sixth head of the Blackwater Gang, has no relatives or friends, only the three children his sister entrusted to her before her death.

Master Ji Liu was very considerate and doting on these three children, basically giving them whatever they asked for.

This also created the domineering temperament of the three brothers.

Originally, with a leader from the Blackwater Gang as their backer, they were able to run rampant on the Weishui River.

In fact, they did this, bullying men and women, running rampant in the streets, and every time something happened, Mr. Liu would wipe their butts.

But I have been walking a lot at night, how can I not encounter ghosts?

No, half a month ago, the three brothers of the Ji family were brought to Zhang's mourning hall, their heads twisted off, and they knelt in the wind and snow.

After this incident happened, Master Ji Liu of the Blackwater Gang was filled with anger in his heart!

He mobilized almost all the people under his command to look for the head-picking ghost in black clothes and a grimace!

But half a month has passed. Hey, the head-picking ghost is really like a ghost, with no trace left.

As the days went by, Ji Liuye's patience was gradually worn away, and his temper became more and more irritable.

——Last night, a member of the gang was kicked by Mr. Liu and hit the wall because he made too much noise while drinking. Five ribs were broken.

A lesson for the past and a guide for the future.

So the entire Blackwater Gang has been avoiding this man for the past two days!

But as the saying goes, blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.

When there was no news about the murderer of the three brothers of the Ji family, a red-footed pigeon flew in the wind and snow and landed in front of Mr. Liu's window.

——The red-footed homing pigeon, coming from the direction of the winery, is enough to explain one thing.

The stronghold of that winery encountered a terrible crisis.

You know, that is the transit point for the Blackwater Gang's population business.

Although they may only send dozens of fish to Zhoucheng every month, the profit earned is not a large proportion to the Blackwater Gang.

But this is not all about money!

For example, a big shot in charge of shipping in the state capital, just like that one, has to accept tribute from the Blackwater Gang every two or three months.

Because of this, the Blackwater Gang's business on the water was smooth because of the big man's green light.

All the way, all the way.

That's what I'm talking about.

Something happened at the winery stronghold today. How could he, Ji Laoliu, not be anxious? Why aren't you angry?

In addition, the whereabouts of the head-picking ghost who killed his three nephews were unknown, and the fire in Master Ji Liu's heart was completely ignited!

Immediately, he took weapons and a dozen or so masters from his gang, got on his horse, and galloped away!

Da da da!

Da da da!

The rapid horse hooves stepped on the official road, like intensive drum beats, playing a bloody song in the wind and snow!

In just two-quarters of an hour, Ji Liuye, with a gloomy face, rode his horse to the outside of the winery, got down, kicked open the door, and hurried away.

Behind him were a dozen or so martial arts masters in powerful attire, with lead-like billowing dark clouds above their heads, full of murderous intent!

As soon as they entered the door, the spicy smell of wine mixed with the strong smell of blood hit their faces and penetrated several people's nostrils!

Even the masters of Blackwater martial arts who had fought hard in the bloody storms frowned.

The first thing that caught the eye were four horrific corpses. Judging from their clothes, they should be those of Zhu Tong and others.

One person's chest collapsed, another person's neck was broken, and two people's heads were smashed, lying in a mess in the liquid mixed with wine and blood.

And at the end of the room, next to the square table, sat a dark figure.

Hearing the sound outside the room, he turned his head. Under the dark hood, there was a mask with a grimace that seemed to be crying and laughing.

At that moment, Ji Liuye's pupils shrank instantly!

——The head-picking ghost!

He recognized it almost at first sight!

This guy is the rumored head-picking evil spirit in Weishui City, the murderer who killed his three nephews!

"It's you! This is really——"

Ji Liuye licked his dry lips, his eyes were either angry or excited, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between the upper and lower rows of teeth, "You can't find anything even if you break through iron shoes, it doesn't take... any effort!"

He walked out towards Yu Chen, staring at him with both eyes, as if he was afraid that he would run away: "Do you know who I am? The three children whose heads were picked off half a month ago are my nephews. ! For half a month, I have been looking for you, looking and looking..."

It was as if the extremely suppressed emotions exploded in an instant.

Ji Liuye's face became ferocious and twisted, and he walked towards Yu Chen step by step, "Finally! Today! I found you!"

"Hey! Are you a head-picking ghost? Or a murderer? You are a human, so I will peel off your skin and beat your tendons! You are a ghost, and I will also break up your soul!"

At the same time, a dozen martial arts masters behind him drew their weapons and stepped forward!

They could see that there was a fire in Master Liu.

That was a fire that could only be extinguished with the blood of the grim-faced man in front of me!

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the whole room became tense!

What Ji Liuye and the other experts didn't expect was that the head-picking ghost had no intention of escaping.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

He stood up and walked towards them, speaking as he walked.

"That red-footed pigeon was released by me. Ji Laoliu, you didn't find me, I... found you."