Kikyo and I are of one mind

"Brother Hei, there's news!"

The door was opened, and the bartender in a black vest and white shirt walked in immediately, and he was still holding a new newspaper in his hand.

"What news?" Old Hei cheered up and pulled his hand out from under the pillow, a little dissatisfied that his younger brother disturbed his sleep time. Hearing this, the bartender wanted to go forward immediately, but considering Brother Hei's habits, he still took the newspaper Spread it on the table, and then said:

"Bai Liangxi was killed by someone last night. He died a miserable death!"

"Last night?" Old Hei remembered that unfamiliar face who looked like a half-grown child, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, got up and walked to the table, and said while reading the newspaper:

"Is the news accurate? What is the exact time? What is the method of death? Has the murderer been found?"

"I've inquired about the case reported last night. I heard that the younger brothers of the Baisha Club smelled blood when they changed shifts. Everyone was paralyzed from fright. The team led by Captain Chen himself died in a miserable state! The whole person was cut into pieces. A few hundred yuan, except for the head, the biggest one is not as big as a teapot, and the intestines and stomach are all over the floor. I heard that Captain Chen even vomited out the overnight meal..."

The bartender vividly narrated the news he inquired about, but Lao Hei's face changed again and again. He has been in this business for some years, and he knows a little bit about how to kill people and how to deal with them, so he knows very well that he wants to put Dividing people into corpses is not an easy task. Without deep hatred, generally no one would waste this kind of effort.

And counting the time, he was [-]% sure that the murderer should be the strange face last night. Since the murder was for money, there should be no tricks of dismembering the body.

In such a situation now, either this person is psychopathic and has some special hobbies, or it is related to the other party's killing methods.

But no matter what, it is not a simple character that can play like this.

"This is a big stubble..."

Old Hei muttered something in his heart, raised his head and said to the bartender:

"Remember that half-grown child last night, let me know, and if you see someone coming over, be polite to me."

"..." The bartender realized something immediately when he heard the words, but he also knew that in this line of work, one can live a long life with a strict mouth, so he turned around and left the room immediately without asking any further questions.

ps: One of the basic visualization ideas is to visualize a red sun. The way to get started is to use a compass to draw a circle on paper, and then paint it red or yellow, then stare at it for a while, and then close your eyes. Because of the principle of persistence of vision, after closing your eyes, you can still feel a projection in the shape of a round sun in front of you. At this time, you can use this projection to perfect the shape of the sun, and you can start to visualize more easily.

This is why it is easier to get started by visualizing the moon and the sun than the starry sky and flames.However, because this is a "truancy" behavior, the most important imagination of the concept of thinking has not been exercised, which leads to the entry of people who use this method to enter the country very slowly when deepening after the introduction, which can be regarded as gaining and losing.

Of course, the method of "recording" what the protagonist in this book does, although the principle is the same, but the difficulty is very different. It is possible to interpret a movie in your head with yourself as the protagonist.

It can be said to be the ultimate form of brain supplementation.

Chapter 2: How did the reputation come about?

"Mr. Feng, please click." Looking at "Feng Yao" who looked like a half-grown child in front of him, Lao Hei humbly took out a small red box with two rows of silver dollars neatly placed inside.

Feng Xue glanced roughly, narrowed her eyes and said:

"too much."

"You completed the task in one day, this is..."

"I've talked too much." Feng Xue interrupted Lao Hei, reached out and took out ten silver dollars and put them on the table, then closed the lid again, and with a soft click of the buckle, Lao Hei also came back to his senses immediately , nodded quickly and said:

"You're right, it's Lao Hei's fault."

"Find me a secluded house in the French Concession. It's smaller and has all the procedures. You don't have to worry about it. A haunted house is also fine." Feng Xue kept her indifferent eyes and said her request casually.

Buying a house in this day and age can be a hassle - especially for someone with little background.

"It's easy to say, but the houses in the French Concession are not cheap. If you buy it for a buy-out price, you should at least get this amount." Lao Hei flipped his hands over and gestured.

"This is the deposit, and besides, are there any other tasks?"

Feng Xue put the box of silver dollars on the table again, a shrewd look flashed in Lao Hei's eyes, nodded and said:

"Yes, just wait a moment."

Different from the last time, this time Lao Hei reached out and touched a few times from the corner of the sofa, then took out a small account book, flipped through a few pages quickly, and finally arrived at:

"There are three more ideas like Bai Liangxi's, and the rewards are similar. If Mr. Feng is not afraid of offending someone in the officialdom, there are still a few concession rewards."

"..." Feng Xue listened to Lao Hei's explanation of several rewards, nodded lightly, wrote down one at will, and then said, "Help me get the house ready."

"I'll handle the matter, don't worry." Lao Hei nodded and bowed his head, but he was not in a hurry to get someone to prepare.

As a killer, no one knows whether the other party will come back. As for Feng Xue, he can't open a house when he comes back...

How can buying a house be fast?Wouldn't it be good to just say we're talking?

……

Feng Xue didn't bother to pay attention to Lao Hei's little thoughts, anyway, when he came back, Lao He would definitely prepare the house—as long as he didn't want to die.

It's not that he doesn't know that finding a broker to buy a house is easy to leak information, but in fact, what Feng Xue wants is leaking information.

From the brief conversation before, Feng Xue had already realized that this old black was not someone with a huge background, and the list in his hand might not be too many.

If you want to gain a reputation in this industry, the best way is to have a fixed residence, so that those who want to entrust can also come to ask for "help".

But it shouldn't happen in a short time. After all, as long as Lao Hei doesn't take his life too long, before the Baisha gang's territory and members are completely taken over, the fact that "the person who killed Bai Liangxi took the order from him" will definitely not be exposed. Yes.

After all, killing a broker is much easier than killing a killer or employer.

……

The teahouse is a good place to go, and it was also a rare place for ordinary people to spend time in the Republic of China period.

It can't be compared to those pear gardens full of guests. If there are two or three elders, they can order a cup of tea, sit for a long time, listen to some anecdotes about the world, storytelling and cross talk.

"Then Lu Feiqi can be regarded as a master. When he sensed someone outside the house, he was fine. He took a breath and punched a big demon-subduing fist. He wanted to smash the door and the people together. It didn't hurt Feng Yao in the slightest. It's just that Feng Yao didn't want to fight when he saw that Lu Feiqi was injured, so he jumped out of the wall with a kite, guess what happened?"

Although they knew that this was a storyteller's usual trick, a few of them impatiently touched a few big boys and slapped them on the table.

A little boy circled around and took back the reward. The storyteller said a few auspicious words before continuing:

"The leader of the White Crane Gang, Lu Feiqi, thought that he was supernatural and scared away the thieves. When he turned around and wanted to ask the younger brother to clean up, Fei suddenly found that his hand fell on the ground."

"It doesn't matter if it fell, the whole person fell apart with a slap, and broke into 80 yuan. The incision was like a mirror! It turns out that Feng Yao had already chopped off Lu Feiqi at that moment. More than a dozen swords, the speed is so fast, Lu Feiqi can even feel it!"

Normally speaking, at this time, the audience should call the number, and then the storyteller should tell who Feng Yao is and what other achievements he has, but today, it is obvious that some people don't give this face——

"Pure bullshit!"

With a loud shout, a burly man slammed his fist on the table, staring and saying:

"Who can make more than a dozen swords in an instant?"

The storyteller was not annoyed when he heard the words, he just smiled and cupped his hands and said: "My good man, is this fast sword Feng Yao so fast? It doesn't count if you say it, and it doesn't count if I say it, but Bai Liangxi and Lu Feiqi's corpses should be counted, right?"

"How can the corpse still talk?" The strong man waited for his eyes, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, but it is not uncommon for this kind of storyteller from the Jianghu people, and immediately said:

"The corpses of Bai Liangxi and Lu Feiqi were broken into more than 170 pieces. Apart from the head, the biggest one was no bigger than the mouth of a bowl. They had their eyes open when they died! As you can tell from the autopsy, every wound was cut with a single knife, not even a burr! If it wasn't for the sword being drawn too fast, could it be possible that they stomped slowly with the bone cutter?"

"Huh!"

The audience was startled when they heard the words. Although everyone had heard about the deaths of Bai Liangxi and Lu Feiqi, not many people knew what the corpses were like. At this time, hearing that the death was so miserable, there was a commotion.

"What is the origin of this Feng Yao? Why have you never heard of it before?" The strong man still couldn't believe it, but the storyteller patted his foot and said:

"I don't know about that either. Legend has it that he looks plain, but he has a good face and looks like a teenager."

"What about his sword? It must be some magic weapon, right?"

The audience who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal booed again, as if they wanted to let the storyteller arrange a weapon spectrum on the spot.

The storyteller had never seen any scenes before, and immediately smiled lightly, and said in an unfathomable tone:

"Sword? No one has seen it. In other words, those who have seen his sword are all dead."

……

After the teahouse was over, the storyteller poured down a pot of herbal tea in one gulp, moistened his mouth and talked for a day, his throat was already a little smoky, but when he saw a young man walking over, he immediately put down the teapot, nodded and said:

"Sir, you are here."

"That's right." The boy casually took out a silver dollar and bounced it. With the soft sound of the silver coin spinning in the air, the storyteller caught it and said excitedly:

"Thank you sir for the reward."

"Work hard and write more jokes, the benefits are indispensable to you."

Chapter 281 Come to Live

In the early morning, Feng Xue stretched vigorously, got up from the bed, and went to the yard to start exercising.

But it's a pity that he doesn't know much about martial arts. Although he was a martial arts family in his previous life, he hasn't practiced it since he was in elementary school. Except for the part of moving energy, blood, thinking and meditation, he basically forgot everything.

Now his exercise method, except for the ripple breathing method, all the rest come from Walter.

As for ninjas and martial arts from the Dragon Ball world?

Just kidding, in a world without chakra and kindness, exercise like Dragon Ball and Naruto world, not to mention whether it can become stronger, the muscles will dissolve before that.

In contrast, the exercise method obtained from Walter is more suitable for Feng Xue. After all, before the guy was transformed, he was still at a normal human level in all aspects.

(The Steel Wire Cutting Building is not the butler's full strength, but an enhanced version after transformation. In fact, the butler was not that strong when he was young)

Feeling the ripples in his body slowly flowing, Feng Xue continued to stretch. It has been half a year since he came to this world, but he still hasn't found any serious inheritance.

The people in this world are completely different from those in martial arts novels. Whether it's a gang leader or a double-flowered red stick, whether it's practicing kung fu or a weapon, anyway, Feng Xue has killed dozens of people in the past six months, and none of them has found out the cheats. .

If every assassination target hadn't shown quite a "routine", he would have doubted whether this world was a world of "natural power".

……

"Is Mr. Feng Yao there?" A slightly shrill voice came from outside the courtyard. Feng Xue raised her finger lightly, and the door latch immediately stood up. As the courtyard door opened, a middle-aged man with a height of about 1.7 meters and a slightly fat body appeared at the door.

"Fatty Zhang, what's the matter?"

Fatty Zhang, a well-known broker in Shanghai, compared to him, Old Hei is really not worthy of carrying shoes.

It's not that Feng Xue dumped Lao Hei, but because of Feng Xue's relentless publicity, Lao Hei's orders are no longer eligible for him to accept.

Although it sounds shameful to say that you hire a storyteller to promote your reputation, in fact, this is the correct way to gain fame in the world.

How do you think those young heroes and heroines got their reputations?The thief that no one else has caught for more than ten years, so coincidentally let you come across it?

In the end, this is just a common method used by famous sects. As long as the disciples go down the mountain, as long as their strength is still good, they will blow it first, so that people can get a general idea, and then kill any people in the world and find someone to blow it. An ordinary thief can make you a famous thief.

Anyway, the rivers and lakes are so big, and the level of communication is limited, how do people in Hedong know what kind of robbers you have in Hexi?Isn't it all based on the storyteller's mouth?

Don't other Jianghu people know?

Of course I know, but what is Jianghu?The rivers and lakes are the sophistication of the world.

The so-called spreading rumors with one mouth, refusing rumors is a waste of time, even if you really risk your life to crack down on counterfeiting everywhere, with your personal speed, can you catch up with the communication network of famous families?

The Jianghu people know it well, the brokers know it well, and the storyteller of course knows it better, but this matter, the Jianghu people can become famous, the brokers can take orders, and the storyteller can get money, so naturally everyone will not smash their jobs, and occasionally jump out. Qinghu grinned a few words, there are "fair" people in the rivers and lakes to evaluate your acetic acidity.

Of course, when your reputation is blown up, you are not strong enough, and if you are beaten to death, that is another matter, but fortunately, Feng Xue's ability is obviously enough, at least since his debut until now, he has not yet After smashing a list, all the people he was eyeing did not even have a whole body. People in the Jianghu called it——[Corruption Quick Sword].

Although I am very curious about why this [Broken Corpse Quick Sword] didn't use a sword when he was exercising early in the morning, but Fatty Zhang, as an old Jiang Hu, of course understands the truth that curiosity killed the cat.

I didn't dare to look too much, and said directly:

"Mr. Feng, there is a big job in Renzi, I wonder if you would like to take it."

"What job?" Feng Xue raised her eyebrows. The "herringbone" sounded like nothing, but the only one who dared to use these three words as a reference in the whole magic city was Hongbangren.

The so-called "Sanhe River flows for thousands of years" refers to the three points of water in Hongmen's Hongzi (the Sanhehui is also because of this), taking the meaning of the three talents of heaven, earth and man, forming the prefix of Tian and Di in Hongmen. The first three veins of the head and the character of the herringbone.

This herringbone looks like the third child, but with the size of the Hongmen in Shanghai in this era, not to mention the herringbone, even the job of a straw sandal with a name and surname below is better than those of the small sect. The helper is strong.

Knowing that this might be the "job transfer task" that appeared after her reputation reached a certain level, Feng Xue restrained her emotions, put on a calm look, and said flatly:

"What task, tell me."

"Crooked nuts, do you dare to do it?" Fatty Zhang put one hand on his lips, looking cautious. Feng Xue raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:

"If you are Japanese, this order is free."

"No, no..." Fatty Zhang shook his head again and again, and took two steps back in horror, as if realizing that he was doing something like this, he stopped his steps forcibly, took a deep breath, and finally arrived:

"Son of a French merchant."

"French? You know everything from me." Feng Xue stopped her movements, sat down at the stone table in the yard, poured herself a glass of plain water, and waited for Fatty Zhang's next words.

Fatty Zhang rolled his eyeballs a few times, and then he came closer, with an expression of "I won't tell him for ordinary people" and said:

"The night before yesterday, the second-in-command son went to Qingxiang Tower and was shot. However, the Frenchman has some energy, internally, so he can't use the power of the gang, so..."

Having said this, Fatty Zhang gave Feng Xue a look you understand, Feng Xue nodded lightly and said:

"What background does the Frenchman have?"

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just a few foreign firms, but foreigners, you should also know that if you have money, you are a master..."

Fatty Zhang stretched out his hand to gesture for money, but Feng Xue said indifferently: