Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Zhang Qishan sat in his long-missed study, dealing with everything that had been messed up by Lu Jianxun bit by bit.

Zhang Xishan returned in the dark.

Zhang Xishan, Zhang Qishan, and Mr. Xie Jiu, who came at night, talked by candlelight in the study all night until the sun rose the next day.

Zhang Qishan arranged for Mr. Xie Jiu to catch up on his sleep in the guest room of Zhang's mansion, while he and Zhang Xishan went to the prison together and brought out Lu Jianxun who was imprisoned there.

The once arrogant and handsome Lu Jianxun was now like a beggar on the street, unkempt, stinking like a puddle of mud, curled up in a dark corner of the cell.

"Lu Jianxun"

Zhang Qishan couldn't believe that he had only been away for half a month, but Lu Jianxun, who used to pay so much attention to his appearance, had become even more beggarly than that beggar.

"Zhang Qishan? You must be very proud!"

"If it weren't for the fact that there were two big men living in the Sand City under your jurisdiction, do you think you could have returned safely?"

"Pooh" Lu Jianxun slowly stood up and spat on the ground.

"I'm telling you, Zhang Qishan, I didn't lose to you. I was just careless for a moment and didn't find out clearly about those local tyrants in your Sand City. However, your good days are about to end!"

Lu Jianxun suddenly rushed up and grabbed the cell fence, his eyes bloodshot, as if he was crazy.

"You are nothing more than a chess piece in the hands of the higher-ups. When you are no longer useful, you will die even more miserably than I did!"

Zhang Qishan looked at Lu Jianxun who had gone completely crazy, and knew that he could not get anything out of him, so he asked his men to give him one last meal and then left.

"Zhang Qishan, I curse you with my life! I curse you to die a miserable death forever, and everyone who gets close to you will suffer retribution! Zhang Qishan, you will be alone for the rest of your life, and the people around you will not have a good ending either!"

"I'm waiting for you in hell! Hahahahahahaha"

Zhang Dianshan frowned as he listened to the harsh voice, and was unable to control his temper, but was stopped by Zhang Qishan.

"It's just some ghost stories, what are you afraid of?"

"But Lord Buddha, he..."

"What are you afraid of? Lu Jianxun is just afraid of death. It's just a hope before he dies. It won't hurt me to let him say a few words."

Zhang Xishan was still a little unsatisfied, but his superior had already walked far away, so he had to give up the plan to teach Lu Jianxun a lesson and follow his superior's pace.

At noon, the sun is directly overhead.

The entrance to the vegetable market was crowded with people, and the windows on the nearby second floor were propped open, some were propped open, and some were opened, as people gathered to watch the generals and high-ranking officials who were about to be beheaded.

The supervisor sitting on it saw Zhang Qishan and Adjutant Wang sitting not far away. The two nodded at him, and the supervisor looked at the sun.

"It's three quarters past noon, execution!"

Lu Jianxun was pressed on the guillotine, and he could only hear the sound of water spraying behind him. He was trembling with fear, but he didn't have the courage to get up, as his legs had long since stopped obeying him.

Lu Jianxun felt dizzy and dark, as if he saw the blue sky and the oath he had made when he entered the military academy. He saw his own body slowly falling not far away, and then he realized that he had long since betrayed his original intention and became the kind of person he once hated the most.

After stuffing money into the hands of the police officers outside the scene, the common people holding the steamed buns rushed forward and used the snow-white buns to dip into the bright red, hot blood.

"My little treasure can be saved. Mother will go back with the medicine soon."

"My baby is saved!"

"My old man is saved and will be well soon!"

All the women holding the blood-stained buns were shouting that they were saved, they were saved.

On the second floor not far from Zhang Qishan and Adjutant Wang, Hua Yu, Er Yuehong and Yin Xinyue were also watching this crazy blood-snatching battlefield.

"It should have been the purest food, but it got stained with the dirtiest things."

"Little flower!"

Yin Xinyue was worried that her little friend would develop a fear of people because of this.

"This is how the world works. Xiaoyu'er, you should get used to it."

“This world is not good at all.”

"No one can heal the wounds caused by war, and being alive now is a miracle. They are just giving themselves psychological comfort."

"I don't like this world at all now. It's not as beautiful as Uncle Qin and the others say!"

Hua Yu sat on the sofa with a gloomy look on her face.

"Xiaohua, you rarely see it in Sand City, so you will be greatly shocked. But if you go out and see it like I did, you will find that the two adults have done their best to create a beautiful world for you!"

"Xinyue, I know what you are saying, but I..." Hua Yu bit her lip, her eyes red.

"Xiaohua, you have to know that in some places, even growing up is a luxury for them."

"Xiao Yu'er, just like Miss Yin said, this is a time of war. More people die every day than the fish caught in the river. It's just that you don't see it."

Er Yuehong and Yin Xinyue comforted Hua Yu for a long time before she let go of her worries.