"Father, look at this sword!" An eleven or twelve-year-old boy ran into the house excitedly, and handed the long sword in his hand to his father, his face full of joy and pride.
"You picked it up?" the child's father stared at the long sword with some doubts and said, "Where did you pick it up?"
"Just on the side of the road."
"Such a good sword, how could it be picked up by the side of the road?"
The child's father knew it was a good sword at a glance.
There are no cracks, no curling blades, and no rust. It can be seen that it has been carefully maintained.
Did someone accidentally lose it
"Tell the truth!" the man said with a straight face.
"Uh..." The boy hesitated for a moment, but he still said the truth, "Today, there was an unlucky ghost who was hit by Master Liu's car and flew away. That sword belonged to that unlucky ghost... Originally, I wanted to return it, but that unlucky ghost He was killed instantly."
"That's unlucky enough!"
The man nods.
There is no one in Iron Stone City who does not know the second young master of the Liu family. The horses of the second young master of the Liu family are all very precious beasts, Lieyun horses. It is really possible to kill a warrior by running with all his strength.
"The sword was knocked far away. At that time, almost everyone focused on that unlucky ghost, so I picked up the sword..." the boy said proudly, "After I got the sword, I was still there. After walking around the alley for a long time, I found no one to follow me, so I went home."
The child's father was speechless: "With your strength, can you find out that you are being followed?"
Unexpectedly, the boy replied: "It is because of my poor strength that no one will follow me! If someone really likes this sword, I will stand up and grab it. I have already thought about it. If someone steps up Grab it, I'll just throw the sword and run away!"
The child's father nodded in satisfaction: "That's right, you're pretty smart!"
"Father, don't you just need a good weapon? I think your big knife is curled!"
"This sword is much stronger than my big knife!" The child's father has no right arm. He took the long sword with his left hand, waved it casually, and slashed the corner of the table lightly without any resistance. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. , "It should be a good sword."
"That should work, right?"
"Can!"
At this moment, there was a violent coughing sound from the inner room, and the boy trotted in.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
As the boy said, he lifted a pale and thin woman from the bed.
"Just a little out of breath." The woman whispered.
"It's time to drink the medicine!" The boy's father brought a bowl of steaming soup medicine in his left hand.
"Um!"
The woman drank the medicine with difficulty, lay back on the bed, secretly watched her husband and son leave, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes like threads.
"Whether to bind the tenth sword master Fu Yuanming!"
"Not bound for now!" Chen Hao replied immediately.
After killing Ma Yibin, Chen Hao was free again.
He didn't care if he didn't return to the Iron Wolf Gang.
The members of the Iron Wolf gang are too rubbish to find a good sword master, and he has been too high-profile recently, and too many people have been killed. The armory management of the Iron Wolf gang seems to suspect him. It would be okay to start over in a different environment Good.
So, when the system asked him whether to bind the little boy and his father, he chose "no".
Anyway, he can confirm the binding at any time.
He is only a top-level mortal weapon now, and can only be regarded as a weapon of some value, not an indispensable magic weapon for warriors.
If the reputation is ruined, and the reputation of bad luck spreads far and wide, I'm afraid I won't be able to find the sword master in the future!
Therefore, he planned to wait a little longer. If he could wait for a strong or potential sword master, he would make a lot of money.
After staying at Fu Yuanming's house for a day, Chen Hao probably knew about the family's situation.
Fu Yuanming is a butcher, he should have been a good warrior in the past, but after he lost his right hand, he opened a small pork shop in Iron Stone City.
He has a son, the one who picked up Chen Hao, and a wife who has been bedridden for many years.
Early the next morning, Fu Yuanming opened the shop after getting up. The business was not good in the morning, but he didn't take it seriously. ,
Not long after, a young man dressed as a city guard in light armor came over. He seemed to know Fu Yuanming: "Brother Fu, there is work at noon today!"
"Okay, I'll be there early!"
Before noon, Fu Yuanming closed the shop, and when he returned home, he looked at a knife and a sword hanging on the wall.
Pull out the knife, the edge of the knife has already been curled, and even the pork can't be cut without using force.
He hesitated for a moment, but chose to bring the long sword and a small burden.
"Xiaowen, the city guard called me, I'll go out for a while!"
"Hmm!" The voice was undetectable.
Fu Yuanming left silently, bought five steamed buns on the way, walked through several streets, and came to a square.
Chen Hao knew that this square was a place dedicated to executing prisoners in Iron Stone City.
Fu Yuanming got into a small room and changed into a white coat. Chen Hao looked very familiar in this white coat.
He drew out the long sword, waved it casually a few times, and inserted the long sword into the scabbard in satisfaction.
"Brother Fu, it's time!"
"good!"
Fu Yuanming walked out of the small house. At noon, the clouds dissipated and the hot sun shone on the ground.
The small square was surrounded by many people, most of whom were civilians watching the excitement.
He stepped onto the platform and put the steamed buns with small bundles on the side of the platform.
On the execution platform, three people who were shackled and dressed in white prison uniforms knelt on the ground.
An official from the City Lord's Mansion came forward and publicly announced the crimes of the three people on the execution platform.
The three of them wiped out a rich family in Iron Stone City the night before. They were unlucky and happened to be hit by the city guards.
Chen Hao, who was staying in the long sword, finally knew what Fu Yunming was doing!
It turned out to be the executioner!
In an instant, the image of the middle-aged one-armed greasy uncle in his eyes suddenly grew taller!
Executioner, simply one of his best sword masters!
He didn't want to meet the kind of novel protagonist who often kills Ying Ye and kills Ying Ye every second of every day.
As long as the sword master can kill a few people from time to time to feed him, he will be very satisfied!
No way, the previous sword masters before him were too useless, which made Chen Hao lower his requirements for sword masters a lot.
He had a little understanding, and the most murderous people in this world were the oldest professions.
Soldier, killer, executioner!
In the past, when he was idle and bored, he fantasized about having a few sword masters of this profession, but he didn't expect his dream to come true now!
Good day executioner!
It is safer than soldiers and killing people, and there is a stable channel to earn money from people. Chen Hao no longer dares to ask for more!
"System, bind the sword master Fu Yuanming!"
"The binding is successful!"
After the binding was successful, Chen Hao also turned off the halo of doom skill by the way, for fear of accidentally killing him!
After announcing the crime, the officer shouted: "Execution!"
"Eighteen years later, I am a good man again!" shouted the first prisoner whose head was beheaded.
Fu Yuanming didn't have any expression on his face, he became numb after hearing such words too much.
If he had no other choice, he would not want to be an executioner.
After taking a sip of strong wine and spraying it on the sword, he kicked the first prisoner on the back. The prisoner fell directly into a small reddish-brown pit, raised the long sword with his left hand, and slashed hard.
There was a line of blood on the prisoner's neck, and then his head fell directly into the pit. Blood spurted wildly, also poured out of the small pit, and then flowed down the execution platform along the groove.
Fu Yuanming's hand was steady, not a single drop of blood splashed out of the pit.
The second prisoner didn't have the heroic spirit of the first prisoner. He was frightened and frightened. He struggled desperately, and his off-white pants were soaked in water.
Unmoved, Fu Yuanming kicked up and cut off the second head decisively.
"Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"
cried the third prisoner.
Fu Yuanming didn't speak, and kicked him indifferently into the small hole.
He cannot decide whether the prisoner lives or dies.
One wave of three kills, the technique is crisp and neat, and the continuous vitality and soul are absorbed by Chen Hao, Chen Hao is very happy!
(end of this chapter)