"You are a rare talent."

"I sincerely think about the people."

"Okay, what I just said was a little untrue. It was not a deserted path, it was a noisy street. It was not a moonless night, when there was a lot of entertainment. It was not that no one was watching everything, there were many people nearby,

Many people walked by”

At this time you can see the woman's face.

She tied her hair with a jade ring, and her eyebrows were cold and alienated for no reason. She was so beautiful that she had a sense of world-weariness.

She knocked the ashes of her cigarette and said, "But the powerless you is real, and the group of people walking towards you are also real. Everything that happened later, when you were eaten, is also real."

"How, how could it be possible?" The man's expression was very reluctant: "How could it be like this in public? The imperial court will not allow evil spirits to run rampant."

"Of course, of course." The woman nodded, raised the corner of her mouth, and showed a polite smile: "Let's get to know each other formally. My surname is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Zi. The number one in good times is Zi'. Yes, there is only one word.

"

"My name is Chen..."

"Okay Xiao Chen, nice to meet you." The woman named Zhao Zi said, "I have a question to ask you."

The man's Adam's apple rolled, "Please...please ask."

"Do you think the world is fair?"

The man thought carefully before replying: "It's fair. No matter how hard you work, you get what you gain."

The smoking woman thought thoughtfully: "Why did you slap the woman passing by when you were eating in a restaurant yesterday? Then you punched and kicked her?"

"I was just joking with her, but she actually scolded me." The man still felt indignant when he thought about it now: "Sir, tell me, who am I and who is she? Of course, there are things I did wrong.

There is a place where I can apologize to her."

The woman sighed softly: "So, this world is unfair, but people with power don't feel it."

"How could it be? This world is fair. My strength is also a result of my hard work."

"Okay." The woman smiled: "Thank you for helping me clear up my confusion."

"You're welcome. Sir, is there any misunderstanding between us? My father is the prefect of Jiangyong."

The woman didn't finish listening.

He put out his cigarette, stood up from the bench, and walked out gracefully. He only left behind one sentence: "Burn him to death. Burn him for twelve hours."

The man surnamed Chen shouted: "No, no, sir, if you have something to say, the conditions can be negotiated!"

But the woman has left here.

This is a dilapidated temple, covered with cobwebs and dust. The statue's eyes were eroded by some unknown reason, and it looks blankly ahead. Half of its ears are also missing, so it is probably impossible to hear the prayers.

Three people walked in from nowhere, one dressed as a fisherman, one dressed as a trader, and one dressed as a laborer. They circled around the man tied to the wooden stake for a moment, and after carefully calculating the amount, they began to apply a white ointment on the man's body.

.

"What! What are you doing! Why?" The man tied to the stake struggled desperately: "What do you want? Money? I can give, I can give a lot! Kung Fu? Weapons? Women? What do you want?

"

Neither the fisherman nor Lifu said a word.

The man dressed as a businessman said leisurely: "It's time for you to understand the truth of this world."

"What truth? What truth! What did I do that you would treat me like this? Tell me! Tell me!"

"That woman? She is just a mortal woman. We are all extraordinary monks! Do you actually care about mortals? Besides, I didn't kill her, she is still fine! Even if I am guilty, I will not be punished with death. How can I be punished for my crime?

Death? Regardless of Xia Lu, Qi Lu, or San Xing Gong Lu, I will not punish the crime with death. You must obey the law! What are you doing? Don’t rub it on me! Stop it! This is not fair, this is not fair!"

"You got the answer right." The man dressed as a businessman covered his mouth with one hand, turning the rest of his voice into "woo woo woo", and with the other hand, he smeared his face with white ointment, slowly

Said slowly: "Unfairness is the truth of the world."

After wiping it carefully, he took out a square cloth and began to wipe his hands. After wiping all his fingers, he covered the man's face with the white square cloth.

With a slight stroke of his finger, a wisp of flame jumped out, and the ointment on the man's body began to burn.

Then three people filed out.

The man dressed as Lifu who walked at the end even thoughtfully led him to the temple gate.

The miserable howl of the son of the prefect Jiang Yong was left in this ruined temple.

"You won't burn him to death in advance, right?"

"How is that possible? The weight I calculated is just right. It will definitely burn for twelve hours."

"I just looked at you and you seemed to have applied a little more."

"Yeah?"

"Really, I saw it too."

"I didn't apply it alone. Can you all apply it?"

"But the portions we apply are very standard."

"I'm very standard too! If you don't believe it, just keep watch here. If you don't do it for a quarter of an hour, it's all my responsibility!"

"Then let's go, it hurts so much..."

"No, now we are talking about people with rash. Didn't you research this corpse-burning ointment?"

"Do you understand that a gentleman is far away from the chef?"

The voice gradually faded away. "Will a fair world come?" I don't know who is asking.
Chapter completed!