Chapter 217 A death squad!

Winter has reached the deepest point. Although the city is prosperous, pedestrians are becoming sparse, and the city is full of loneliness.

Lonely and lonely, the hard-working vegetable farmers refuse to give up the sparse source of customers. They make a living in the city as usual in the icy and snowy weather. Because they have to withstand the severe cold to keep the rest of the family from the cold.

If there is a family, as the head of the family, it must be the person who shoulders the hardships and bitterness, and enjoys the lightest warmth and happiness.

In addition to the picker vegetable farmers who are constantly hawking on the street, there are some differences in Yangzhou City this year because several new game halls have been opened in the city. The business of the game hall is very good, and the hot people gather at their respective tables to make fun.

The booming business in the game hall made the girls in the brothel begin to hate, because in winter, those girls who had no business had no one to warm their beds. The girl with poor body can't stand the cold of this winter. Although there is a heater in the room, some people who are used to the snuggle of men's bodies begin to feel difficult!

Therefore, some old girls in the old buildings saw some facts clearly in the winter of this year, and then got rid of the dust forever.

Qingyan looked at her business booming and better. She smiled more and more times, and she became more mature and beautiful. But when I heard people gossiping and laughing that the business of the brothel was cold, I felt a little sorry for those real hard-working people who had fallen into the dust. Later, I thought that if the brothel in the world is really robbed of business by the game hall one day, in that case, there will always be fewer suffering women...

Of course, the idea of Qingyan is tantamount to a whimsic dream, because how can we rely on the game hall to change the poverty and hardship in the world? Of course, it can only rely on political clarity and social progress. However, these conditions cannot be changed, at least for now.

The world, surnamed Zhao, is the family of the world.

In this somewhat different deep winter, the days gradually pass between ordinary and unusual. It seems that the wind is calm. Song Yi plays boxing and practicing flying knives with Fu Yao and others in the house every day. Occasionally, Xu Chang will be invited to the house by Qingyan. Everyone has a lively family dinner, which is light and warm.

It seems that everyone has forgotten the existence of Yang San in the small dark room. But Song Yi didn't forget, so he would send some simple food to Yang San every day, but he wouldn't let Yang San's wounds heal. For Yang San, it's better for him to die than to live.

On this day, Song Yi entered the small dark room again. Yang San's heart was so dead that he didn't even bother to look up. Not to mention his heart, even his hair has become as white as winter snow in this short period of time.

Song Yi looked at Yang San's gray hair without any sympathy. Because the enemy is not worthy of sympathy, even a poor enemy is still an enemy.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. In Song Yi's impression, this kind of words should be the mantra of the villain, but Song Yi is not a villain, and he is also convinced that this sentence is correct.

Song Yi walked to Yang San and began to untie Yang San's rope.

Yang San, who was dull, suddenly woke up, and then looked up at Song Yi's indifferent and expressionless face and suddenly began to tremble.

The rope on his body was quickly untied, and Song Yi held a dagger in his hand, and the cold light was sharp.

Yang San's knees softened, slid down from the chair, and then fell to the ground with a bang. Of course, he was not really paralyzed to kneel down, but because he suddenly felt afraid that the time of death was coming.

After Yang San knelt down, he began to kowtow and shouted, "Don't kill me... Spare my life..."

The white hair was scattered, the blood stains on his clothes were dry and dirty, and an unpleasant smell came from his body. Yang San knelt down and kowtowed, and tears and snot flowed out together. Because even at this moment, he still doesn't want to die.

"I said, I won't kill you. If I want to kill you, naturally I won't keep you until now!" Song Yi spoke indifferently.

Yang San stopped and looked up at Song Yi sadly. His brain had already lost his clear thoughts and asked confusedly, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"I have prepared a group of people for you, just like you sent someone to assassinate me... I believe that if Ge Laizi's mother-in-law doesn't give up, she will sooner or later send someone to assassinate me! And now... It's almost New Year's Eve. I hope to have a stable New Year's Eve. But I don't want Graizi's mother-in-law to have a stable New Year's Eve! So... Whether she comes to kill me or not, you go and kill her!" Song Yi said calmly and put the dagger into Yang San's hand.

Holding the cold dagger, Yang San's hand shivered, and then looked at Song Yi with a sad face and said, "She won't forgive me, and since I failed, she must have sent someone to stare at the Song Mansion. How can I get out of Song Mansion? What's the difference between this and killing me?"

"Of course there is a difference!" Song Yi said seriously, "Because someone is staring at her, you don't have time to stay after you leave the house. You have to rush to her to report the news before the mother-in-law of Graizi and kill her... I believe it's difficult, but once you succeed, you will be free! Because you were in Lin'an Prefecture at that time, and I was in Yangzhou. Even if I don't want to, how can I really trap you with the desire to escape? But... Before you kill Graizi, you have to believe that many of the people who go with you can definitely kill you before you run away, so... You can only escape after killing Ge Laizi's mother-in-law! What do you think of the way I showed you?

Where is the way to live? Yang San sighed bitterly in his heart. But at this moment, he has no choice. After thinking for a moment, Yang San asked, "Why is Ge Laizi's mother-in-law so easy to kill? Besides, his brother is the head of the salt gang. Where should I escape then? Whose person did you prepare for me? The person with the fish head?"

Song Yi sneered and said, "The person with a fish head? Isn't that causing trouble? Anyway, I bought a group of people with your family property. You don't have to ask who these people are, because some of these people must not go to kill Graizi's mother-in-law, unless it's time to really do it. So I told you first that after you go out, you can't think about anything. You can only rush all the way to Lin'an Mansion and kill people quickly! You understand..."

Yang San thinks this is a dead end, but where does he have a choice? Because the previous road has been chosen by the dwarf, if he doesn't want to die, he can only die!

"How many people?" Yang San asked bitterly.

"Thirty people! "Guy with a knife!" Song Yi said with a meaningful smile.

"Okay, I'll go, but I need to take care of the wound and change my clothes before going out. Even if I die, I hope I can be more decent." Yang San said and suddenly calmed down.

"Good! But I hope you don't die!" Song Yi said seriously. Of course, this does not mean that Song Yi really kindly wants him to live, but hopes that he can really kill or hurt Ge Laizi's mother-in-law, the fierce woman.