in the edge

Chapter 391 Station
Under the starlight, the inn was lifted off the roof.

Three people of different sizes faced the corpse on the ground, relatively speechless.

"...I just wanted him to put his head down."

In the end, it was the little giant who was the largest who spoke first.

"I'm sure I have controlled my strength, but his head is really... just, too brittle. Do you understand? It's like a wine jar in the kitchen. Just throw it on the ground..."

"..."

At this moment, the old man and the young man couldn't listen at all. They were all ordinary people, and they had never seen such a ferocious scene. A person's head was broken at the drop of a hat. This was simply...

"Let's think about what to do first."

Among the old and the young, it was the old one who came to his senses first.

"If someone dies for no apparent reason, you always have to..."

"...Old man."

But even if the little giant can run away, what about the two of them?

Hearing the old man mention his family, the young man's nose suddenly became sore.

"Then I'll report it to the police first, and you can also preserve the crime scene."

"Report to the official?"

Carrying the bloody corpse like a chicken, the little giant strode away.

The little giant immediately slapped his head.

"Where did you find such an apprentice?"

"Huh? It seems like this is indeed the case."

"how could I know?"

After a long time, the young man turned his head stiffly and looked at the old man.

It sounds like it happened a long time ago. In fact, it was only at noon that I actually accepted a disciple. At least during the day, this giant man was still easy to talk to. Just looking at his kind appearance, he didn't look like a vicious villain at all. But who Can you think of...

However, such a giant man who specialized in cooking actually asked to be his disciple.

"I saw you kid during the day. Why are you still here at night? Where are your family members?"

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes turned to the young man.

As he said this, the little giant had already picked up the body on the ground.

Being stared at by a giant that was nearly two feet tall and had killed someone just now, the old man suddenly started to sweat.

"There is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. Indeed, I know some restaurant recipes, but I don't know your craft, so I still have to learn it. Besides, the tuition is not a problem."

Seeing the giant leave, the old man gradually recovered from the fear just now.

Only the old man and the young man were left, relatively speechless.

"No, you really need to report it to the official."

After thinking about it for a while, the old man could only come to this conclusion.

And his gaze also turned to the old man.

"Maybe the thief's head is really too brittle?"

So after thinking about it, the old man accepted this giant man and treated him as his disciple.

"It's you."

After all, when he subconsciously wanted to report to the official, the giant man's reaction was to run away instead of killing someone. How could such a kind and good man deliberately kill people?

Although the huge size is scary to look at, these days when even evil monsters are running around, it is still acceptable to have some huge people appear, not to mention that this big man actually gave him money first. He looked very talkative, and the old man was happy to make this meal for him.

Just when the old man was trembling all over, the young man who had come to his senses suddenly raised his head.

Before the old man finished speaking, the little giant had already seen what he wanted to say from the other person's expression.

"You saved our lives, how can we harm you?"

But who would have thought that his simple cooking skills would make the giant's eyes light up. After chatting for a few words, he realized that this huge man actually had research in cooking, and his attainments were quite advanced. .

"I'm really out of my mind. Tonight, it was this knife-wielding robber who was eating King's meal and robbing the inn. We are obviously kind-hearted people who killed the robber on the spot... Why do I keep thinking about those people destroying corpses and destroying traces?"

"That's not the case. If you really report it to the official, I will run away."

If he was asked to say where this apprentice came from, he actually couldn't tell clearly. If he had to do the calculation, probably a few days ago, this huge man who could no longer be described as a burly man passed by the inn and came. Come to him for some food.

"Retribution...definitely not retribution."

The old man is old, and he has never enjoyed such treatment. Only those scholars who teach can be called teachers. He actually has a day to accept people as disciples - of course, the most important thing is, the things Shu Xiu gave him Too much.

"He is the bad guy. We were almost killed by him. Now that we have beaten him to death, why don't we report it to the official?"

The little giant had an indifferent look on his face, and he obviously had the confidence to face the policemen - but think about it, this huge figure of nearly two feet is no longer something that the policemen in the town can handle. . If the opponent insists on running...it seems that he can really escape.

"I……"

The old man still remembers what the giant man said.

As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily, but they haven't reached the point of sadness. Just now, he was still immersed in the shock brought by the little giant, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Now that the old man mentioned it, the young man realized that he didn't know Before he knew it, he actually had to take revenge.

The boy who had never cried before his parents' graves was in tears without even realizing it.

The old man was old, so he simply helped the young man to the table and used the remaining wine on the table to calm the young man's shock. After a few glasses of wine, the young man also told his own experience. , from fleeing from the military disaster, to the unexpected disaster, and now to the revenge of the great revenge, all of them were told to the old man, which made the old man start to drink and sigh.

"They are all miserable people..."

After drinking a few drinks, the old man sighed and followed the atmosphere and talked about some past events that he didn't want to mention.

Originally, the inn was not run by the old man himself. How could he do this at his age? The person who really ran the inn was his son, a young man in the prime of life. A few years ago, his son felt that now The scene was relatively peaceful, and it was a good time for merchants and people to make money, so I simply raised some money and found some connections to buy this old inn, which would allow my family to have a regular business. But who would have thought that not long after, fighting broke out in the north, and chaos was everywhere in Dachen. This small inn naturally lost its former glory - of course, if it just couldn't make any money, it wasn't. It's not a big deal. It's not like we've all gone through hard times before, so if we endure it, it will pass.

However, his son couldn't help it.

It was clearly a time of war and chaos, but his son had other thoughts. With some savings in his hand, he asked someone to find connections and bought an evil spirit weapon.

"what?"

The young man who was still crying was unconsciously stunned.

As an ordinary person, although he has never practiced any martial arts, he at least knows about the evil spirit weapon. I heard that this thing is not something ordinary people can touch. Once an ordinary person touches it, he will be filled with evil energy on the spot. The brain has turned into a lunatic who only knows how to kill people with a knife.

This kind of thing... what are you buying it for?
"He said... he bought it for self-defense."

The old man lowered his head and looked at the remaining wine in the glass.

At least in front of him, his son had always said that he bought the sword for self-defense, but as a father, how could he not see that his son was really planning to do something with the sword— - But when he said that this thing was dangerous, his son just said that he was old and didn't understand these things.

Fortunately, he could see that his son had not turned into some martial arts lunatic who would kill everyone he saw, and he still retained his normal sanity.

In this way, after having a sword, his son no longer cared about the affairs of the inn. Instead, he ran to the town all day long and gathered with the group of people who also wore swords, saying that they were practicing together. Practicing martial arts and constantly improving oneself - the old man could see clearly that this was what his son was planning to do again. Just like when he came to this inn, his son had always been a thoughtful person.

"This...is true."

Hearing what the old man said, the young man nodded subconsciously.

Although the boy's family escaped from the military desertion, and his parents also died in the sudden disaster, before the desertion, the boy's family still had some money in Yangzhou City - although strictly speaking, the boy's family could only be called a small wealthy family. Even though he was born in the city, he still has some limitations in terms of vision and cognition.

Just like now, as soon as the old man said it, he already understood that the old man's son should have met some local people in the town, and was working and learning from them, and wanted to constantly jump out of his own small circle and meet others. A bigger world.

Just like the business of this inn, it is easy to say, but in fact, it is impossible for ordinary people to open it without strong strength.

But the old man's son took over the management of the inn just by relying on connections.

Listening to the old man's story, the young man seemed to see a smart and capable young man who was rising steadily.

But now, he didn't see any trace of that young man.

“What’s the use of having ideas?”

The old man continued to drink, his eyes becoming darker and darker.

His son was indeed capable, and he already knew that he could no longer control his son's affairs. The younger generation had grown stronger, so it was time to let the child go on his own - he was even happy about it at the time. I feel that my son may become such a great person in the future.

Then there is no more then.

One morning two years ago, he finally saw his son again, but his son did not come back normally, but was carried back.

His son was killed during a sword duel. This was the last news he heard. As for the other details, he could not remember them clearly. He only knew that his son's strong body had a slash across his chest and abdomen. The huge wound almost cut him open completely, and he would remember that scene for the rest of his life.

He thought about seeking revenge, but who could he seek revenge from?

The swordsman who was dueling with his son had long gone. Even if he wanted to cause trouble for the swordsman, the people in the town had threatened him with life and death threats - he couldn't understand the black and white words on the paper, but He at least saw the handprint printed by his son. It was a fight that his son had personally agreed to, and it was a matter of life or death that he drew with his own hands.

What else could he say? What else could he say?
"This……"

The young man was also speechless.

He once thought that in order to take revenge, he should just pick up an evil spirit weapon and give it a try - although he would definitely not be able to touch the evil spirit weapon, but after thinking about it, it was possible. If he really has access to those weapons and has power, can he kill those enemies and take revenge?

At one time, he thought he could do it. He also imagined that one day he could become the kind of chivalrous man who could dominate the world and kill all the monsters that killed innocent people indiscriminately.

But now it seems...

He is not even as good as the old man's son.

This old man's son, after all, dares to compete with others. If it were him, he probably wouldn't even dare to compete with others.

"Does he dare to compete with others?"

Listening to the young man's defense, the old man laughed out of anger.

"Can I know what that kid is? Let him sneak into the camp, he has the courage, but if you let him fight with swords and kill people, even if you give him ten courages, he won't be able to do it!"

"This……"

The young man was stunned.

How can I say that there is a secret hidden in this?
"I only found out later."

Having said this, the old man squeezed the wine glass tightly.

He knew his son's courage. It was okay to buy a sword and wear it on his body, but he couldn't do it in a life-and-death contest - but the life and death situation in black and white was placed in front of him. Killing His son's swordsman had already left. He didn't even know who to seek revenge from. He only knew that this kind of thing should never happen.

"There must be something wrong. My son shouldn't be like this..."

The old man drank one cup after another, his expression becoming increasingly depressed.

This made the young man look even more worried.

Compared with the old man, his situation is even relatively good. Although he can't defeat his enemy, at least he knows who his enemy is - and now, perhaps because of good luck, he is actually really big. Revenge was avenged, at least one enemy had been crushed to death by the little giant on the spot.

But this old man...even if he wants revenge, who should he seek revenge from? Who is his enemy?

Even if the young man is not old, he can already tell that the old man's son may have been set up to kill him, but it is precisely because of this that the old man can't find his enemy even if he wants to look for it. Hatred is the most hurtful thing, it's just...

"Okay, okay, it's all over."

The old man sighed, obviously not wanting to continue talking.

But the haze in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Can the pain of losing a child and this unforgettable hatred really be covered up like this?

It can't be done, it certainly can't be done, but the old man also knows that his hatred is meaningless.

But is it really meaningless?

(End of this chapter)