Chapter 1 The World at the End of the Qing Dynasty
In the cold winter, the north wind is blowing!

It wasn't snowing, but it was unusually cold. The cold air penetrated the thin clothes and pierced the skin like needles, going straight into the gaps between bones.

Looking at the face covered in dirt and the head with matted hair reflected in the stinking ditch, Chen Gu's head was about to explode.

Chen Gu now doesn't want to know why he came to this damn place.

The bare feet walking in the mud felt icy and painful, and my stomach ached from time to time.

All this was telling Chen Gu that he needed food and warmth now.

Chen Gu looked at the few pedestrians on the street with a fierce look in his eyes.

Unfortunately, nine out of ten of these people had their clothes covered in pudding, and the remaining one couldn't even cover his clothes with pudding, and his flesh could be seen through the holes.

To be precise, you can only see skin and bones, and there is no flesh on the body at all.

The men had braids and the women had their hair tied up in a bun. They wore tattered clothes and straw sandals.

The other person's clothes were tattered and thin, full of patches, and he was wearing a pair of old straw sandals. He had his hands in his sleeves and his whole body was shaking. When he saw Chen Gu turning around, he quickly spoke.

After Tibetan Buddhism entered China, the theory of reincarnation became popular.

But Chen Gu was not afraid of him. Even though Chen Gu was very weak at this time, for ordinary people, a stab of bamboo pole was enough to make the opponent lose combat effectiveness instantly. Chen Gu, who was brave and fierce in his previous life, had this confidence.

Chen Gu turned around holding the bamboo pole and looked. The other person was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, who was older and taller than him.

"Executioner!"

"Why don't you go?" Although Chen Gu was extremely hungry, he had not lost his mind. He never believed in pie in the sky, but traps were everywhere.

“Chew, cheew, cheew!”

"What does Liu Lao Er do?"

"Liu Lao Er in the front street is recruiting apprentices, do you want to give it a try?

Chen the assassin walked out step by step, holding his bamboo stick, wanting to leave the alley and go to the stone road outside to take a look.

You should know that when he accepts an apprentice in any business, it is like accepting a son. When he dies, everything he has, including his house and money, will be yours. "

"Tiaokouzi" means beggar in the southwest region. What an outdated name. After all, we have already solved the problem of food and clothing in later generations, and no one will beg for food anymore.

A few sounds of teasing dogs were heard.

The houses around are low, all built with mud bricks, bamboo poles and straw.

But no matter how hungry Chen Gu was, he couldn't do something like eating human flesh, not to mention that with his current thin arms and legs, he might not be able to defeat others.

"I would like to go, but my family won't let me!"

At first glance, they are just poor fellows. They can barely afford to eat, let alone give alms to others.

"Little beggar, I'm calling you!"

The house outside looks sturdier, at least with wooden pillars and wooden doors, and also taller.

Chen Gu didn't expect to get food from them unless he killed them and drank their blood and ate their meat.

Because the executioner has committed too many sins of killing, he needs to atone for his sins in the next life after death, so most people would not become an executioner.

Even though a prostitute in a brothel could accept the executioner's customers, she would never be willing to marry him, for fear that she and her descendants would be tainted by the sin of killing and affect their present and future lives.

Therefore, unless the executioner changed his name and went far away, he would definitely die alone. In contrast, the executioner's monthly salary would be higher. If an ordinary yamen runner had a monthly salary of two taels of silver, then the executioner would definitely have a monthly salary of three taels of silver.

Moreover, there would be additional reward for each beheading, usually calculated at two months' salary per head.

That is to say, if the monthly salary is three taels of silver, the government will give a bonus of six taels of silver for chopping off a head.

In addition, the family of the prisoner would give a sum of money every time he was beheaded.

As a young man who grew up under the red flag, Chen Gui naturally did not believe in the afterlife and even sneered at it.

"Take me there!" Chen Gu said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'm catching up!" The other party couldn't help but show joy upon hearing that, as if the cold wind was not so cold anymore. After shouting, he let go of his hand and strode out of the alley.

Chen the Assassin followed silently with his bamboo stick, but he was hungry and cold, and could not keep up with the other party's pace.

Fortunately, after walking out of the alley, the other party stopped in front of a door not long after walking, and raised his hand and knocked on the door "bang bang bang".

"Liu Laoer, Liu Laoer, are you dead? Open the door quickly, I'm sending you your apprentice!"

"I'm not deaf!" An old and powerful voice sounded, and the door opened. "Zhang San, do you want to be my son?"

"Are you deaf? I told you that I'm sending you a disciple." Zhang San pointed at Chen Gu and said, "Look, that boy is your disciple."

A skinny head with gray hair and wrinkles stuck out, just looked at Chen Gu, then retreated, and said with disgust in his voice: "Just a little beggar with nothing?"

"He's a little thin, but his legs and feet are in good condition. Hey, you don't have much meat yourself, and you still look down on others. The child is not very old. If you feed him well and take good care of him, he will grow up." Zhang San persuaded.

While the two were talking, people from the houses on both sides of the street leaned out to watch the fun. While looking at the two people, they were also looking at Chen Gu. Everyone wanted to see what kind of person would be Liu Er's apprentice.

Facing the scrutiny of the crowd, Chen Gu turned a deaf ear to them, and walked step by step to Liu Er's door with a bamboo stick, then squinted at the shriveled old man in front of him. Zhang San was only about 1.5 meters tall, but Liu Er looked even smaller than Zhang San.

That's it, could he be the executioner?

Liu Er was also looking at Chen Gu, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Boy, are you brave?"

"Very big. Give me a full meal first and I will prove it to you!" Chen Gu said in a deep voice.

Chen Gu's voice was not loud, but it was heard by people on both sides of the street. Someone immediately laughed and said, "Haha, this little beggar couldn't stand being so hungry that he came here to beg for food, right?"

This made Liu Er look at Chen Gu carefully. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "There is a haunted temple in the south of the city. You go and stay there for a night to see if you have the courage."

"No need, I just came from there and stayed there for one night last night. There are no ghosts in this world!" Chen Gu said and looked at the man who had just made a fuss, who was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Although his clothes are also shabby, he is relatively strong and should have a better life than ordinary people.

"Dead people are meaningless, living people are interesting!" Chen Gu spit at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "Grandson, come here!"

Being scolded by a little beggar, the middle-aged man instantly became furious, and walked towards Chen Gu with big strides in his straw sandals, glaring at him.

Chen Gu just watched the middle-aged man approaching with a smile on his face.

"court death!"

The middle-aged man roared, raised his fist and rushed over when he was still two meters away from Chen Gu.

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