Su Qingyu was standing by, helping the Taoist priest pass things.
The old Taoist priest did have some skills. After the black air in the old governor's body came out, the intensity of his struggles became less. His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was black, and his lips were dark blue.
There were still six oil lamps left, with flickering candlelight.
The sound of bells never ceased.
"What are you doing!" The third young master Zhao Zhishan pulled out a gun from his arms. He stood straight and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at the old Taoist priest. "Old demon Taoist priest, the old man kindly invited you to the birthday banquet, and you dared to hurt him like this! Damn it!"
After saying that, he pulled the trigger.
The bullet cut through the air and then shot out with a whoosh.
The eldest young master stretched out his hand and stood in front of the old governor.
The bullet hit his body, he leaned back slightly, a deep red blood bloomed from his shoulder, there was no pain in his eyes, only emptiness.
"Brother!" The second young master Zhao Zhili pushed away the beauty he was hugging and angrily scolded Zhao Zhishan, "I don't care what you want to do, but you shouldn't hurt your family!"
"Family? What a joke! Second brother, look carefully, are the people in front of you family? I'm afraid that my eldest brother has become something else
What family? He was shot so many times, but he still didn't fall down
What family? You can't even recognize your father?" Zhao Zhishan's eyes were shrouded in shadows. He did not put down the gun, but raised his chin slightly, his words full of sarcasm, "Now you know to run over here and pretend to be a good person, weren't you the coward back then
Back then, the old man asked you to close the city gate, but you were afraid of what was outside the city and didn't want to go. It was your eldest brother who helped you. After your eldest brother came back, you became like this half-dead state.
"You have been living a life of drunkenness and debauchery these years. Are you afraid to face the fact that you have turned your big brother into this horrible person?"
Every word Zhao Zhishan said was heartbreaking.
Zhao Zhili's brows were furrowed, and a layer of frost gathered in his eyes.
"Third brother, I don't want to argue with you here. Don't think I don't know what you are doing." He pursed his lips, clenched his hands into fists, knuckles protruding, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart. "In this family, you are most like our father. You are brave and tough, but I still want to advise you not to play with fire and get burned."
Zhao Zhishan whistled directly, not taking Zhao Zhili's words seriously at all: "You are the one who plays with fire and gets burned! You are also the one who seeks your own death!
What's that bottle of blueberry juice in your room? You drink it all day, what do you want to see?"
"I dropped a few drops of blueberry juice into the red wine in order to live more soberly." Zhao Zhili was choosing to sink into sobriety. After drinking the red drink mixed with a few drops of blue drink, he could clearly see the black air shrouding the Governor's Mansion.
He could see the pollution emanating from the beggars in the alleys of Ping An City, as well as the faint black mist lingering on his father, his elder brother, and even himself.
It is these black things that can erode people's reason, alienate their bodies, and turn people into twisted monsters.
As long as he added a drop of blueberry juice to the wine, he could understand what the monsters were saying.
The monsters told him that as long as they sacrificed people entering the city from outside and dyed them black, they could protect the people in Ping'an City.