Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

After buying a few bitter steamed buns, he chewed them one by one, while Qin He wandered aimlessly.

He wanted to go to the mass grave to make a fortune, but he felt that it would be better not to go right now.

Others don't know what's going on, but Liu Changan, the left servant of the Ministry of War, Mr. Liu is very clear.

It could be said that there are Di Lu's secret works staring at him now.

Let's wait until the limelight is over, there's no need to make a fuss.

As he walked, Li Chen came to a three-story red building, and wrote three charming characters: Xiaocui Building.

Since ancient brothels have been named, the first and second classes are mostly courtyards, pavilions, and pavilions, and the third and fourth classes are mainly rooms, classes, buildings, shops, and lower places.

In front of the red building, a group of Yingying and Yanyan are pulling guests with silk scarves flying.

Compared with them not covering up, the customers are much more interesting.

There are gangsters who walk in with a girl on their arms, young talents who say they can't go in but step in, and officials who easily "drag" in with a girl holding their sleeves. master.

From sixtieth age to the yellow-haired boy, if you really count, you can count five generations under the same roof.

The one with the highest skill is the old bustard of the Red Chamber, with a vicious look.

She only needs to look at each other, and she can tell whether this person is a customer or not.

Qin He stood there for two minutes. She dragged thirteen people in, and they all went in without missing a single one.

Qin He swore that he was only three meters away from her.

Completely transparent.

A man who gnawed on his face and covered his head was destined to be insulated from this kind of place.

The autumn wind blew, and Qin He suddenly felt that the weather was a bit cooler.

Shaking his head, he was about to leave.

As a result, a man came out of Xiaohonglou, yawning, with messy hair, and a few disheveled sluts beside him.

who?

Xu Changshou who disappeared for several days.

Xu Changshou also saw Qin He, walked over, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Nothing to do, just wander around."

Qin He grinned and told the truth.

"This is not the place for you."

Xu Changshou obviously didn't believe it, and said: "If you really think about it, go to the old alley, that place is cheap, next time I will take you there, all the girls here have three hands, and if you don't have dozens of taels of silver, it's not enough for them I took it out."

"Old alley?"

Qin He suddenly felt that it didn't matter if Li Zizi was really blind.

"Let's talk about it next time. I have to go back and rest. I have to be on duty tonight. I'm so sleepy." Xu Changshou yawned continuously.

"You won't be here all the time, will you?" Qin He asked curiously.

If you stay up late, stay up late, the crematorium will not stay up late when on duty, I have never seen him sleepy like this, he is also a martial arts practitioner.

"Don't mention it, you asked me to see the doctor that day, and it turned out that something was wrong." Xu Changshou looked constipated.

After he said it, Qin He finally understood how Xu Changshou disappeared these days.

After all, Xu Changshou had once been rich, and the background is still there. The doctor he was looking for was also Dr. Qiao Jinqiao, who is well-known in the Canal Wharf area.

Dr. Qiao's ancestors were counted for three generations. He used to be an imperial physician. Later, he was involved in some case and was given a white silk.

The ancestors suffered disasters, but the medical skills remained. Dr. Qiao Jinqiao is a capable person.

He observed the words and expressions, pinched his hand to feel the pulse, and bluntly said that Xu Changshou's internal fire was extremely strong. If he couldn't vent this fire, he would bleed to death within half a month, and pointed out Xu Changshou's symptoms.

Xu Changshou was taken aback, and hurriedly asked how to vent his anger.

Dr. Qiao smiled slightly, and wrote a prescription for Xu Changshou to take the medicine according to the prescription, and read it when he got home.

When Xu Changshou went home, he opened the prescription and saw that there was only one taste on it: Xiaocuilou, fire and disease.

So, he came to this Xiaocuilou dubiously, and it took three full days to put out the fire in his belly.

"My money."

Xu Changshou walked away with a face full of pain.

Qin He was left a little messy in the autumn wind, not knowing how could such a big internal fire come from being alone.

This disease is too strange.

Walking back along the canal, the wide river surface is sparkling, and fish can be seen jumping out of the water from time to time.

Qin He suddenly had a craving for fish.

Hot and sour fish, spicy fish, fish in clear soup, tofu with fish head... Hiss, my mouth is watering.

It's a pity that once I touched my pocket, I only had two cents left, and I couldn't afford pickled vegetables, let alone fish.

Just thinking about it, there was a commotion in front of him.

The crowd ran in one direction.

"The Sanjiang Gang and the Caohe Gang are fighting, everyone, hurry up and watch."

I don't know who yelled.

The crowd suddenly ran faster, scrambling to be the first.

Qin He stuffed the last half of the steamed bun into his mouth, and ran over with the crowd.

When I arrived, I saw that the Sanjiang Gang and the Caohe Gang were fighting in a melee. Fists, sticks, bricks, teeth, and blades were used for whatever purpose. The two sides estimated that there must be about 30 people.

With a punch, the nosebleeds swelled, the blade slashed on the body, the flesh was turned over, the cunt, the crotch kicked, and the bite was opened with the mouth open.

The common people quickly surrounded the small field where thirty people fought.

"Oh, this foot is amazing!"

"Hard, hard to turn over!"

"Grab his hair and hit him on the ground, you're riding him for a fart!"

"Sit him to death with your butt, yes yes, sit him to death!"

"..."

People like to hear and see it, and they become kung fu masters in seconds. "Guiding" is like flying stars.

Qin He stood on tiptoe and couldn't see clearly, and couldn't squeeze in, so he could only find a tree and climb up.

This time the vision was finally good. The Sanjiang gang had fewer people, but there were a few ruthless ones, and the Caohe gang had more people. The two sides fought evenly, and no one took advantage.

"The Caohe gang is here to help, people from the west get out of the way!" At this moment, someone yelled again.

Qin He hurriedly looked to the west, and sure enough, reinforcements from the Caohe Gang had arrived, and the two gang leaders led a large group of people rushing towards this direction.

The people in the west hurriedly made way.

The members of the Sanjiang gang saw that something was wrong, and the reinforcements from the other side came first, and they ran away screaming.

But the people who are watching are not willing.

Three layers of human walls inside and three layers outside. People from the Sanjiang Gang pounced on them and were immediately pushed back, and they might even be kicked.

It's not too big of a deal to watch the excitement, and a few people who don't die will blind the scene for nothing.

"There are bad people among the crowd." Qin He was amazed.

Needless to say, the Sanjiang gang was beaten by the gang, and they were completely helpless.

But this was just the beginning, and soon the reinforcements of the Sanjiang Gang also came. Seeing the gang members lying on the ground, they were furious, and the scale of the melee instantly expanded by more than ten times. The scene is called a stimulus.

"Sell melon seeds, cheap melon seeds!"

"Salt beans, delicious salt beans!"

"Sell candied haws, sell candied haws!"

"..."

There will never be a shortage of small merchants and hawkers with a keen sense of smell at the wharf. Where there are more people, they will go there.

In just a short while, a small bustling market has formed around the crowd, like a festival.

"The world is going downhill, and morality is going down."

Qin He sighed, slid down from the tree, and ran to the peddler not far away: "Two taels of melon seeds."