messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 50 Don't Eat Things From Strangers
Chu and Yingzi lived in Shaoren's dim sum building for two days. During these two days, Shaoren would make some dim sum from time to time for Chu to taste. in stomach.Even Yingzi felt that if this continued, she would gain weight.

Shaoren said that he likes people who like to eat dim sum simply like Chu, and he started making dim sum only because he likes to eat dim sum at first, but many people are no longer so simple, including himself the same.

What Chuhe Yingzi didn't know was that Shaoren's dim sum restaurant was not just a dim sum restaurant, it was also the largest black market information exchange place in the county and Shanghai area.They also provided all kinds of news that Ksitigarbha had obtained in the past.

People who come here almost never eat dim sum.

Two days later in the morning, Yingzi took Chu to bid farewell to Shaoren, who personally went to the door to see them off.

"First girl."

When parting, Shao Ren waved to Chu, and he handed a delicately wrapped box to Chu, and said with a smile.

"These are for you to eat on the way."

There are various snacks in the box.

"Thank you." Chu took the box and nodded seriously at Shaoren.

"You are a good man."

"Hahaha." Shaoren smiled heartily, raised his hand, and patted Chu's head, and said kindly.

"You, not all the people who give you food are good people, remember that."

That's it.

He looked at Yingzi, his smile restrained a little.

"Miss Yingzi, you should be careful yourself, Jizo is very strong."

"I know." Yingzi held the rusty knife.

"But there must be a break between us."

This end can only be a life and death.

Shaoren didn't say anything more, he had seen too many such things.

However, in the case of revenge, there is always only one result, and there is no result.

It's never something that can be ended in one lifetime.

However, Yingzi has already embarked on this road, and there is no possibility of turning back.

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Shanfengpo, this is a small hillside not far from the outside of Junhu. It can be seen from the name that this hillside is named after the red maple.

Ksitigarbha would always drink here, or in other words, every time he finished killing someone, he would return here.

No matter whether it is autumn or not, no matter whether the mountain is full of maple leaves, he will sit on the hillside for a long time, as if in his eyes, this place will always be full of red maple.

"The narrow path of Fengshan Mountain does not know autumn, and the old wine still keeps people."

In Hongfeng, Jizo sat alone in an open space, with a wine glass in front of him and a jug in his hand, muttering to himself.

Jizo looked down at the wine glass as the jug tilted, pouring gurgling sake into the glass.

A gust of wind blew past, and the red maple scattered, and the broken bamboo hat on Dizang's head shook slightly.

What is Dizang doing, he is waiting for someone, waiting for someone to kill him.

This is very special to him. In the past, he was waiting for the people he wanted to kill, but this time it was the other way around.

The brown wild cat was still following Jizo, it curled up and lay beside Jizo, its eyes were curiously looking at the red leaves all over the sky.

Who is it that came to kill him? This Dizang also knows, and he has already inquired part of the news in the dim sum building.

Probably, it was his daughter who killed someone before, and she came to seek revenge on him.

The name seems to be Xixing Temple.

What a pity, a little girl called a monster by her name.

Time passed little by little, and Jizo's jug became more and more empty. When there was only the last glass left, footsteps came from behind him.

Yingzi walked in front holding a sword, and Chu walked behind holding an umbrella.

The cherry blossoms on the paper umbrella seem to be submerged by the maple leaves, but they seem to be set off, bringing a poignant beauty.

Yingzi stopped, behind Jizo, she didn't draw her sword, she was waiting for Jizo to get ready.

She was going to literally kill him, his man, and his sword.

"Would you like a drink?"

With his back to Sakurako, Jizo asked suddenly.

Sakura didn't answer.

Jizo shook the wine glass in his hand and said to himself.

"Yes, you are too young to drink."

He raised his head, drank the wine in the glass himself, and then asked.

"How old?"

"A 16-year-old."

Before seeing Jizo, Yingzi thought a lot, she thought she would be eager to kill Jizo, but when she actually saw Jizo, she found that she was not that eager.

"A few years ago, the family was destroyed?"

When he asked this sentence, Ji Zang organized his vocabulary. He knew his habits. When he killed people, he would kill everyone except children, so it must be the destruction of the family.

"Four years ago." Sakura looked at the swaying maple trees on the hillside, and replied, if this year passes, it will be the fifth year.

"Four years." Ksitigarbha nodded slightly, and put down the wine glass.

He picked up the brown-red sword next to him, stood up and turned around. He still looked the same, with a broken bamboo hat and wide cloth clothes. The only difference was that this time he was not holding straw in his mouth.

Jizo looked at Yingzi up and down, and finally, his eyes fell on the knife in Yingzi's hand.

"How's your swordsmanship?"

"It's okay." Yingzi looked at the knife in her hand, the scabbard was damaged and the blade was rusty.

The appearance of this knife is very similar to the suffering and evil in this world.

The dialogue between Jizo and Yingzi is not like an enemy, but more like an elder and a junior.

"That." Dizang took half a step back and drew out his knife.

"Let me teach you."

His body stood up straight, like a towering giant tree entrenched, unmoving.

Ksitigarbha never retreats, even in the face of the monstrous waves of this world, he will only abide by his own principles.

He is a paranoid person, he firmly believes and insists on the so-called justice in his heart.

But in front of Yingzi, he took half a step back.

Has he wavered, he has not, he is just still persistent.

Yingzi glanced at Chu, who held an umbrella, stepped back, and stepped aside.

Standing aside, Chu saw the pervasive evil in Yingzi and Jizo.

The black mist writhed wantonly, baring its teeth and claws.

Yingzi pulled out the knife, and the rust on the knife seemed to be made of blood.

This knife should not have been held in Yingzi's hands, but now Yingzi couldn't let it go.

(End of this chapter)