Song Beiyun

"This man's brain is not good." Song Beiyun laughed: "Do you still remember what he said before? He said that the mountain road ahead collapsed, but you can see the mountain road collapse? You haven't seen it and I haven't seen it. Why did he see it? ? Is his mother a mountain god or a land guy?"

Qiao Yun raised her head, her eyes brightened: "That's right..."

"Besides, look at this carriage. It is new inside and out, and the smell of varnish is still permeating. There are four carriages in Qimen County, two of which are three years old, one is two years old, and the latest one is also one year old. His new car , where did it come from?"

"How did you find out?"

"What I've done the most in the past two months is eating, drinking, having fun, and wandering around." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "I'm a timid person. When I get to a strange place, I wish I could count all the latrines. The thing about transporting pawns, Naturally, you have to focus on it.”

Qiaoyun had to admire, professional guards like her couldn't be so meticulous, but this stinky brother in front of him could always look far ahead, even counting from the beginning to the end.This... If Qiao Yun wasn't his, she would be a little scared. After all, she used to look at him as a jovial, idle kid, but no one would have guessed what step this brat had already thought of.

"Preliminary estimate, five to seven people, some kung fu but more of the ability to be brave and ruthless." Song Beiyun touched his chin: "It is unlikely that they are members of the army, they may be the nursing home of a wealthy family, but in the end it may be someone who invites The Jiangyang Bandit who came."

Qiao Yun nodded lightly: "As long as it's not the ones I recognize, just a few gangsters will never get close to me."

But after Qiaoyun finished speaking, she remained silent: "If you take the drug..."

"Drugs? Are you kidding me?" Song Beiyun pinched her face: "What does your husband do?"

"Oh..." Qiao Yun patted her head: "Yes, yes, yes..."

In this era, there are no chemical drugs such as ether, and this effect is usually achieved through anisodamine, hyoscine, and narcissine in herbal medicines, including datura, belladonna, hyacinth, colchicum, It is made from a series of plants such as Aconitum grass.Of course, there are glycosides, the common one is oleander, which is relatively difficult to escape, but it is not without countermeasures. At least Song Beiyun has more than 100 methods to avoid accidental ingestion.

And there is a well-known stalk in chemistry, that is, talking about toxicity regardless of dosage is a hooligan. Taking Datura as an example, the purification process of this era needs to reach the level of coma, about 170 grams. powder, about [-] milliliters of leachate and about five hundred grams of paste extract.

What is this concept?Anyone who has bought flour knows that Liuliang flour can already make a meal. As long as you are not stupid, you will not eat Liuliang mandala powder, right?

As for other things, it is even more difficult to extract, and there will be special smell and color characteristics, such as a rice bowl mixed with belladonna, that colorful... really can only fool the blind.

The only thing that is feasible is Aconitum aconitum, but Aconitum aconitum itself is spicy and tongue-numbing, adding it to anything can cause problems in one bite.Without a special process, poisons are almost non-existent, colorless and tasteless.

Song Beiyun has been playing these things badly since he was a child. In other words, he is a top boss in the world of poisons. How could he be overturned by these things? He is so stupid.

The carriage kept moving forward for about an hour, and it was almost dark, so Ba Shi shouted loudly at this time: "Master, it's time to find a place to rest, I will go ahead to see if there are any shops or the like." of."

"Okay." Song Beiyun replied with a smile, "Be careful."

After finishing speaking, he leaned into Qiaoyun's ear and whispered, "No matter where you are, don't drink water, let alone eat."

"it is good."

As Song Beiyun said, he took out some dry food from the box, and then stopped and filled a pot of water in the mountain stream by the roadside.

"The preparations are quite complete." Qiao Yun weighed the copper pot: "This is all ready."

"Be careful sailing for thousands of years." Song Beiyun patted the wooden box behind him: "Here are all treasures, the kind that can live to old age even if they fall into the deep mountains."

"It's not that I haven't seen them before, they are all... tattered."

Song Beiyun didn't want to talk anymore, he was sad.This box is full of treasures that he carefully prepared, such as kettle, iron ax, charcoal, tung oil, dried meat, and hemp rope, all of which are good things for life-saving, but they turned into tatters in Qiao Yun's mouth.

He looked back and opened the box rather disappointed, but the more he looked at it carefully, the more he felt that these things really looked like a pile of junk.

It doesn't matter, anyway, if it is a baby, it is a baby, and it is not!

After a while, the carriage came to a small village. There was an inn in the small village, which was very abrupt. It gave people the feeling of a grass-roots team put together improvised. Everything seemed extremely unprofessional.

When the proprietress inside saw a visitor, she stepped forward to greet her enthusiastically, but Ba Shi turned her head and said to Song Beiyun, "Master, do you see this business?"

"Row."

Song Beiyun jumped down from the carriage, with a box containing two knives on his shoulders, which looked like a very ordinary salute. He stretched out his hand to help Qiaoyun out, and the two walked into the shop slowly.

As soon as they sat down at the table, the proprietress immediately greeted them, and said with a smile on her face, "What would this master want to eat?"

"Come here with whatever good food you have."

"I don't have anything else here, I just have meat buns, do you see?"

Song Beiyun laughed: "Then come a few."

The proprietress yelled "five buns" and went into the back kitchen, while Song Beiyun whispered to Qiaoyun, "Sister Qiaoyun, do you see anything?"

"No."

Song Beiyun chuckled a few times, and pointed to the man who was sitting in the backyard sharpening a knife not far away: "One there, one on the handlebar, one on the proprietress, one in the kitchen, that's four."

"Ah."

"No accident, other guests will come later."

"Oh?" Qiao Yun looked around: "Really?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Song Beiyun could answer, there was the sound of footsteps from outside, and then a man and a woman came in. The roots exploded, like an undeveloped ape, and the woman was pretty, but she was missing three fingers on one hand.

"Damn it, this good mountain just collapsed."

Their performances are so exaggerated that people want to laugh, not even as good as most domestic web dramas, and the whole performance is a drama style.

"That's right, if you delay things, you will be in trouble."

Song Beiyun looked at the two people, rolled his eyes back and forth a few times, then turned his head and said with a smile: "The two of you also changed the road because of the collapse of the mountain?"

"Could it be you too?" The man came to a table next to Song Beiyun and sat down: "It's bad luck."

They and Song Beiyun were very close now, which immediately triggered Qiaoyun's guard mode, all the muscles in her body tensed up, and her eyes never left the box containing the scimitar beside her.

Chapter 141: On August 8, Sunny Hell broke in without a door

They didn't say much, after the steamed stuffed bun was served, the two sides didn't talk. The man picked up the steamed stuffed bun and rubbed it into his mouth. Song Beiyun was dumbfounded by the way he ate.

He picked up a bun and opened it for a look, but he didn't find anything wrong with it, but when he was about to eat, Qiao Yun stopped him: "Sir, follow me to get some sauce."

Song Beiyun immediately put down the things in his hands, and muttered something like "This is a big man, I need someone to accompany me when I get something".

But when they got up, they could clearly feel that everyone's eyes inside and outside the room were following them. This kind of feeling is not a special intuition, even ordinary people can clearly feel it.

Walking to the side of the carriage, Qiaoyun whispered to Song Beiyun, "There is something wrong with Baozi."

"It's not poisonous."

"The meat came from a wrong place."

"Human flesh?" Song Beiyun's first reaction was this: "This has touched my blind spot of knowledge. I know human flesh, but this acquaintance flesh is just..."

Qiaoyun went up to get a small sauce jar and came down, smiled and said to Song Beiyun: "I heard it too. My senior brother told me back then that if this human meat is steamed, it will turn crimson red and have a smell of mutton, which is better than lamb. It is lighter and less smelly than pigs, but it is also delicious, and the meat just now has this smell."

Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Your senior brother really understands everything."

Qiaoyun smiled and didn't say anything more, after all, this kind of thing is not something that can make people happy, just listen to it.

Back in the inn again, the steamed stuffed bun must not be eaten, so the two started bickering, and finally the bickering turned into a dispute. Naturally, this dispute made them unable to eat anything, so the steamed stuffed bun was naturally pushed aside.

"Shopkeeper, where is your toilet?"

Song Beiyun got up and asked, the proprietress still had a smile on her face: "Guest officer, come with me."

Following the 40-year-old woman to the back hall, the woman kept persuading Song Beiyun not to get angry with the lady, but Song Beiyun ignored her and followed her straight to a smelly place.

"It's here, guest officer, you can do it at your own convenience."

After the proprietress left, Song Beiyun immediately observed the surroundings, but there was a problem with his observation. He saw something different in a place where sundries were piled up. Although the sky was dark and he couldn't see the details, but There are obviously problems with the arrangement of some things, and normal people would never pile up sundries like this.

He stepped forward to take a look, and as expected, there was a corpse lying horizontally among the debris, and he could smell a rotten smell when he got close to it. He must have been dead for a few days.

No wonder the corpse was placed next to the hut. It seemed that everything was premeditated.If you think about it now, there are only a dozen or so people who know Song Beiyun's travel plan, so there must be a ghost among these ten or so people.

But that's not the point anymore, whether it's a ghost or not, anyway, Song Beiyun didn't plan to go back to Qimen County at all when he went back this time, he would force King Fu to change his position, even if it was hidden in the snow. Being that broken county magistrate is not only dangerous but also troublesome.

The most important thing is boredom. There are many things to play in big cities. At worst, you can still tease Jin Ling'er, so that you won't be bored in that small place. After all, it's more fun in the world unless someone else's wife is a princess. .

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

A sudden voice appeared behind Song Beiyun, causing him to turn his head, and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy standing there with a bewildered and ignorant expression on his face.

And Song Beiyun did some calculations, and there was a high probability that this person was the cook in the kitchen who had never shown his face.

With such a plot, Song Beiyun almost laughed out loud, does this little bastard still want to stir up trouble?Judging by his figure, there should be a knife hidden behind this little thing.

"Come on, let me show you something nice."

When the young man slowly walked forward a few steps and came to Song Beiyun's side, he slowly put his hand behind his back, but it happened that it was too late and then too fast, Song Beiyun suddenly punched him in the chest, and then took advantage of Before the other party reacted, one hand covered his mouth, and the other hand was stuck on the back of the boy's head. After using such a force back and forth to use his own body mass, Song Beiyun felt a crisp click from his arm. , the little beast has no sound.

Turning his body around, he found that he was indeed holding a sharp knife behind his back. As for Song Beiyun, he was not worried about manslaughter, but he was not worried at all. , that in itself is a kind of death-seeking behavior.

Throwing the little beast's body into the latrine, Song Beiyun clapped his hands and walked towards the front hall. After returning to Qiaoyun's side, he whispered, "Kill one."

Qiaoyun raised her head slightly, holding the knife box in her hand, the straps on the outside have been untied, and she can draw the knife to fight at any time.

"Think of a way to defeat them one by one." Qiao Yun lowered her eyes and whispered: "I took a look around just now, and there are two good players here."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the man who had been sharpening the knife in the backyard and the man next to him who was munching on steamed buns, which meant that these two were good hands.

Song Beiyun nodded, then suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "Forget it, you still don't understand what I'm talking about, you can eat by yourself, I'll go to the backyard and wash your face!"

Qiao Yun turned her head to the side, her face full of anger.

Song Beiyun lifted his feet and walked to the backyard, went to the well, poured water on it, rubbed his face vigorously, then sat there with his sleeves rolled up, watched the big man sharpen his knife, and chatted with him for a while, but the big man was a Stuffy gourd, I can't fart for a long time.

After a long time, Song Beiyun also felt bored, so he walked back to the lobby, but before he came back, he just patted the man on the back.

And just when he returned to the lobby, he suddenly heard a woman screaming from the direction of the toilet: "My son!!!"

Then the woman rushed out with a butcher's knife in her eyes with red eyes, and the people around her also drew out their swords one after another, but in the midst of the lightning, Qiao Yun suddenly pulled out a pair of knives and turned around handsomely, With one knife, he wiped the neck of the thick and fleshy man closest to her, and with one knife, he cut off the two wrists of the woman beside him.

Song Beiyu, on the other hand, sat there the whole time, poured a glass of water from his own copper pot, and took a sip slowly.

"Dashan! Dashan comes!!!"

The middle-aged woman was startled when she saw that her men were quickly killed, so she immediately called for the knife-sharpening man with the highest combat effectiveness in the audience, but the man hung his head down as if he didn't hear it, and when the woman turned around, he He found his body crooked and fell to the ground.

Song Beiyun glanced at the woman on the ground who was wailing and breaking her wrist, and then glanced at the man with a shocked face who was still panting but his throat was cut like a broken bellows, and shook his head lightly: "What's your level? come kill me."

And after he finished speaking, he suddenly picked up a short stick from his sleeve and chopped it at the handlebar of the handlebar who was approaching behind him with a sharp knife. The iron-wood stick had been soaked in potion, making it look like a stone. After the blow, the handlebar-style brains all burst out.

It was such a blink of an eye that everyone in the room was knocked down, except for the woman who was in charge, she glanced at the two people in front of her in disbelief...

This is not the case in terms of intelligence. The superiors only said that this man is a county magistrate, and he has no power to restrain a chicken.But now it seems that not only can he tie chickens, but even the means of killing people are extremely high.Even Dashan, who practiced foreign martial arts, fell to the ground without making a sound.

Song Beiyun sat there drinking tea slowly, tilting his head and looking at the woman holding a butcher's knife, he smiled and pointed to the woman whose hands had been cut off, who was bleeding profusely: "You two, only one can be left , who wants to live?"

As soon as the words fell, the storekeeper gave a strange cry and drew his knife and killed him, but the next moment, Qiaoyun's white skirt fluttered, and she jumped out of the table like a fairy, the two knives flew up and down like flying, and one knife Continuously blocking the other handle cut the woman through in an instant.

The woman fell to the ground within a few breaths, Qiao Yun also slowly retracted the knife, then she lowered her head to look at the blade carefully, and said with some joy: "Yeah...it's really not stained with blood!"

At this moment, Song Beiyun got up and spread his hands to look at the female snitch who was still in pain on the ground: "Now I have no choice but to let you live."

The woman was given medicine to stop the bleeding. Song Beiyun put her on the table. Anyway, the woman would not be able to wake up for a while. The excessive blood loss and pain made her enter a state of shock. Although she was rescued, she could If she can't live, it depends on her fate.

After cleaning the battlefield, Qiao Yun squatted in front of the corpse of the mountain-like man in the backyard, as if thinking about it.

Song Beiyun came over and fetched water from the well to wash off the blood on his hands: "Sister Qiaoyun, what are you looking at?"

"Why did this person die suddenly? If he came, I'm afraid it would not be easy to win. This person has practiced foreign kung fu. I don't have much strength, so it's difficult to handle."

"As long as he doesn't wear body armor." Song Beiyun walked over and pressed twice on the back of the corpse, and then pulled out a silver needle as long as a forearm from a very inconspicuous place: "That's for me. Said it was a fatal blow."

"Just rely on this?"

Qiao Yun looked at the silver needle and asked in disbelief.

Song Beiyun just smiled and said: "No matter how hard a man is, the Fengmen acupoint must be soft. If you pierce it from here and push the silver needle into the spine, and stir it with dark energy, even a cow will die suddenly on the spot."

Qiao Yun fiddled with the limp silver needle: "It's really miraculous."

"That's why I always thought acupuncture was first used to kill people." Song Beiyun joked, "Although saving people is fine, the effect is far worse than killing people."

Qiao Yun pursed her lips: "How to deal with the corpses here?"

"Let's burn it tomorrow morning."

"Aren't you afraid?" Qiao Yun asked in surprise, "I see that you have no fear at all, it's not easy, Young Master Song."

"Hey, old dissecter." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "I was really scared when I saw the corpse for the first time. Later, after dissecting two or three hundred corpses with the old man, this thing is no different from cattle and sheep."

Chapter 142: On August 8, when the sun is clear

A big fire burned the barren mountain shop, and what happened yesterday was submerged in the raging fire as if nothing had happened.

And after spending one night in a wild shop full of corpses, Song Beiyun drove off the next morning. In addition to Qiaoyun, there was also the woman whose arms had been cut off yesterday.

Her body is quite strong, and she survived after a simple bandage and disinfection. Although she was still weak and unconscious, her signs had stabilized.

Qiaoyun sat at the front of the carriage, opened the fence curtain and chatted with Song Beiyun one after another, and fiddled with the double knives in his hands from time to time, but he loved these two guys so much. For the taste of cutting iron like mud.