Master Jin was shocked and was covered in cold sweat.

He could feel his clothes soaked in sweat, and he was pressing against his back in a wet and cold manner, feeling very uncomfortable...

When he looked up, the shopkeeper looked at him complacently, with a smile on his lips.

"Two to one, what should be the odds?"

The store owner said.

“Two to one, no odds.”

Master Jin calmed down and said.

"How come there are no odds? No matter how big or small the odds are, there will always be."

The store owner shrugged and said.

"Borrow your words, not only can the dead people shake the sieve cup, but they don't even have the chance to sit at the gambling table."

Mr. Jin said.

"Confidence is a good thing. But if you are too confident, you will be in the opposite direction. I would like to advise you to be more realistic, especially you!"

After the store owner said that, he pointed at Li Junchang.

No one doesn't want to live in reality.

But the source of all the sorrow of people is the gap between reality and ideal.

Even a killer like Li Junchang who has lived in the dark for several years like Li Junchang, he likes to look at the blue sky and the moonlight and will be happy with the beautiful scenery.

When the autumn wind blows.

When night falls.

When the drizzle is drizzling.

Imagine my life, emotions, and even the rest of my time endlessly.

Master Jin is no exception. He is even better than Li Junchang.

Always set off by this scene, the words and sentences flashed in my mind that seemed to be full of here, but in fact they were illogical and unnutritional.

Then, he would use these words to analyze himself.

But when you turn your head, none of these means anything.

After hearing what the store owner said, Li Junchang did not retreat or dodge.

His hand slowly approached the hilt of his knife.

"I have something to ask him."

This sentence was said to Mr. Jin.

He signaled him not to take action.

Master Jin frowned and thought for a while, and finally retreated again.

He saw Qingxueqing shrank, so he walked up to him to comfort him.

"Scared?"

Master Jin asked.

Qingxueqing nodded blankly.

"Why did they kill us?"

Qingxueqing asked.

She had exhausted her mind to say this sentence.

"Didn't he say that he just wants money."

Mr. Jin said.

"But this is too unreasonable!"

Qingxueqing said angrily.

She couldn't figure it out.

"What you call the truth, whether written on paper or spoken from your mouth, is a few simple words or simple lyrics. It's even a whim. But you think that this truth is the condensation of your own or your predecessors' hard work."

Mr. Jin said.

Qingxueqing shone with her big eyes and looked at Master Jin.

He didn't know what his brother suddenly said to him, but Master Jin shut up and said no more.

After reaching out his hand and patting Qingxueqing on the shoulder, he turned around and looked at Li Junchang.

"It's so close to the world! I haven't seen it for many years, nor have I heard of it."

The shopkeeper looked at Li Junchang's knife and said.

"But... since you have been born in a destroyed family by chance, you can clearly change your face and start a new life, why do you still have to bear such a fierce hatred and work hard for a false surname?"

The store continued to ask.

"I used to have many dreams, but after that night, I had only one ambition. That was to figure out what happened that night and then let the guilty people pay their blood debts."

Li Junchang said.

"What after you take revenge? Can you rebuild the Li family?"

The store asked.

"Why can't I?"

Li Junchang asked back.

"What about after you rebuild the Li family? Do you have no goals? People always like to make some out-of-reach plans and goals for themselves. But when these plans and goals are really completed, there is only endless emptiness left."

The store owner said.

“Do you only like to enjoy the process and not the result when doing things?”

Li Junchang asked.

"Of course not. For example, I want to kill people just for money. After I have money, I go back to drink and gamble. When I lose all of it, I will feel very empty. But I can't help but the wine bugs in my stomach and gambling bugs in my hands, so I can only continue to go on the road and make money."

The store owner said.

"Then there is no difference between you and me, so why bother to teach me with a firm word?"

Li Junchang asked.

"There is indeed no difference... but this preaching problem will definitely not be changed. Just like when a client lifts his pants in a brothel, he always talks a few more words to persuade those girls to be good. If you have a true love, it is better to just redeem her body. If you just want to have a happy moment, it is better to take your own needs and leave quietly. After all, there is nothing wrong with this dewy marriage. But people often can't control their own preaching. Just like me, they have no capital and no position, but they can't help but talk too much."

The store owner said.

"You are a killer, so do I. A talkative killer not only dies quickly, but also finds it difficult to get business."

Li Junchang said.

If you don’t talk too much, you will have a lot of words.

Li Junchang is not a person who talks a lot.

The two killers face to face, and the final result is of course that only one person can still stand upright.

However, Li Junchang did not have the confidence to kill the store owner.

Even if he can, he will never be able to kill him.

Because this shop owner was carrying a breakthrough in the Li family being destroyed fifteen years ago.

If he dies, the truth will become even more distant.

Li Junchang's hand finally clamped the hilt.

Even he didn't know how many years he had been with the Li family.

But in his hands, it has been fifteen years.

The ink-colored scabbard is always rubbed against the belt buckle, revealing a little bronze under the ink.

The handle is purple.

Deep purple.

It is said that the darkness of the night is the best disguise and protection.

But in the dark night, the least eye-catching color is so purple.

Li Junchang's sleeve on his right arm is much longer than his left arm.

At this moment, his hand tightened the hilt, but to the eyes of others, it was firmly trapped by his cuffs.

As for what kind of situation it is, no one knows.

A layer of sweat oozed out of Li Junchang's hand.
To be continued...