Chapter 15

"Dad, look at this sword!" An eleven or twelve year old boy ran into the house excitedly and handed his long sword to his father, with joy and pride on his face.

"Found it?" His father stared at the long sword and said in some doubt, "where did you find it?"

"It's on the roadside."

"How can such a good sword be picked up by the roadside?"

His father knew at a glance that it was a good sword.

There are no cracks, no blades, and no rust. You can see that it has been carefully maintained.

Who accidentally lost it?

"Tell the truth!" The man said with a straight face.

"Er..." the boy hesitated for a moment, and said frankly, "today, a unlucky ghost was hit and flew by the car of young master Liu er. That sword is the unlucky ghost's... I wanted to return it, but the unlucky ghost was killed at once."

"That's bad enough!"

The man nodded.

No one in Tieshi city doesn't know the second young master of the Liu family. The horses of the second young master of the Liu family are all very precious monsters. It's really possible to run down with all his strength and kill a martial artist.

"The sword was hit and flew far away. At that time, almost everyone paid attention to the unlucky man, and I picked it up..." the boy said with some pride, "after I got the sword, I still walked in the alley for a long time, and found that no one followed me, so I went home."

The father of the child said in silence, "with your strength, can you find that you are being followed?"

But the boy replied, "it's because of my poor strength that no one will follow me! If someone really likes this sword, he will directly stand up and rob it. I have a good idea. If someone stands up and rob it, I will directly throw the sword and run!"

The father nodded with satisfaction, "yes, you're smart!"

"Dad, don't you happen to lack a good weapon? I think your big knife is sharpened!"

"This sword is much stronger than my big knife!" The child's father didn't have a right arm. He took the sword with his left hand and waved it casually. He cut it gently on the corner of the table without resistance, and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "it should be a good sword."

"That should work?"

"Yes!"

At this time, there was a violent cough in the room, and the boy trotted in.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?"

The boy said, and lifted a pale little woman out of bed.

"Just a little out of breath." The woman whispered.

"It's time to take medicine!" The boy's father brought a bowl of steaming medicine in his left hand.

"Yes!"

The woman drank the medicine hard, lay back in bed, secretly watched her husband and son leave, and the tears in the corners of her eyes flowed like lines.

"Whether to bind the 10th sword master Fu Yuanming!"

"Temporarily not bound!" Chen Hao immediately replied.

After the death of Ma Yibin, Chen Hao was free again.

He didn't care if he didn't return to the iron Wolf Gang.

The people of the iron Wolf Gang are too rubbish to find an excellent sword owner, and he has been too high-profile recently, and there are too many people who have died. The Arsenal management of the iron Wolf Gang seems to suspect him. It's good to start over in a different environment.

So just now, 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 now only the top ordinary weapon level, which can only be regarded as a valuable weapon, not an indispensable weapon for martial artists.

If you stink your reputation and your bad luck spreads widely, I'm afraid you won't find the sword owner in the future!

Therefore, he plans to wait. If he can wait for a strong or potential sword owner, he will make a lot of money.

After staying at Fu Yuanming's house for a day, Chen Hao probably knew the situation of the family.

Fu Yuanming is a butcher. He used to be a martial artist with good strength, but later he lost his right hand and opened a small shop selling pork in iron stone city.

He has a son who found Chen Hao and a wife who has been ill in bed for years.

Early in the morning the next day, Fu Yuanming got up and opened his shop. Business was bad in the morning, but he didn't do anything for a while

Soon after, a young man dressed in light armor city guards came over. He seemed to know Fu Yuanming: "brother Fu, I have a job at noon today!"

"OK, I will arrive in advance!"

Before noon, Fu Yuanming closed his shop and returned home. He looked at a knife and a sword hanging on the wall.

Pull out the knife, and the blade has already been rolled. Without force, you can't even cut the pork.

He hesitated for a moment and chose to take a long sword and a small bag.

"Xiaowen, Chengwei asked me to go out!"

"Yes!" The sound is imperceptible.

Fu Yuanming left in silence. He bought five steamed buns on the road. After walking several streets, he came to a square.

Chen Hao in this square knows that tieshicheng is a place where criminals are executed.

Fu Yuanming got into a small room and changed into a white coat, which Chen Hao looked very familiar.

He drew out the long sword, waved it casually, and inserted it into the scabbard with satisfaction.

"Brother Fu, it's time!"

"Good!"

Fu Yuanming walked out of the small house. At this time, it was almost noon, the clouds dissipated, and the blazing sun shone on the earth.

The small square was surrounded by many people, most of whom were civilians watching the excitement.

He went to the scaffold and put the steamed bread with a small package on the side of the scaffold.

On the scaffold, three people in white prison clothes, all shackled, knelt on the ground.

An official of the city hall came forward and announced the crimes of the three people on the scaffold in public.

The three men killed a rich family in Tieshi city the night before yesterday. Unfortunately, they were hit by the city guard.

Chen Hao, who stayed in the long sword, finally knew what Fu Yunming was doing!

It was the executioner!

For a moment, the middle-aged greasy one armed uncle in his eyes suddenly became tall!

The executioner is simply one of his best sword masters!

He doesn't want to meet the protagonist of the novel who often kills people everywhere and every second of the time.

As long as the sword owner can kill several people from time to time to feed him, he will be very satisfied!

There's no way. The previous sword masters in front of him are too timid, which makes Chen Hao's requirements for the sword masters reduce a lot.

He learned a little about the oldest professions that kill the most people in the world.

Soldiers, killers, executioners!

In the past, he was idle and bored, and he also dreamed of having several sword masters of this profession. Unexpectedly, his dream has come true now!

Hello, executioner!

It is safer than soldiers and murderers, and there is a stable way for people to earn money. Chen Hao has been afraid to desire more!

"System, bind sword master Fu Yuanming!"

"Binding succeeded!"

After binding successfully, Chen Hao also closed the aura of doom skill by the way, for fear of accidentally killing him!

After declaring the crime, the official shouted, "execution!"

"Eighteen years later, I am a hero again!" Shouted the first beheaded prisoner.

Fu Yuanming didn't have any expression on his face. He was numb when he listened to such words too much.

If he had no other choice, he didn't want to be an executioner.

Drink a mouthful of liquor and spray it on the sword. He kicked the first prisoner on the back. The prisoner directly fell into a small reddish brown pit, raised the long sword in his left hand and cut hard.

A blood line appeared on the prisoner's neck, and then his head fell directly into the pit. The blood gushed out of the pit, and then flowed down the trench and down the scaffold.

Fu Yuanming's hand was very stable, and not a drop of fresh blood splashed outside the pit.

The second prisoner didn't have the pride of the first prisoner. He was already scared out of courage. He struggled desperately, and the gray trousers leached with water stains.

Fu Yuanming was unmoved, kicked it up and decisively cut off the second head.

"Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

Cried the third prisoner.

Fu Yuanming didn't speak, and with an indifferent expression kicked him head first into the pit.

He can't decide whether a prisoner lives or dies.

A wave of three kills, the technique is crisp, and the continuous vitality and soul are absorbed by Chen Hao. Chen Hao is not happy!