sbdcsierra Chapter 221: 3 coins missing
Chapter 221: 3 coins missing
[Decomposes the special ingredient in the drug - Sui Yang, enters fast charging mode, energy replenishment 0.009%... Insufficient energy, restart failed, continue to maintain the host vest, overdraft consumption 0.05%.]
【Energy is at a critical moment.】
【Recommendation: Take Sui Yang.】
【The frequency is temporarily stable.】
Hatred makes the whole body of a living being covered with thorns, hatred turns into a raging fire in the heart, sadness crushes beautiful memories into powder, and finally falls into nothingness along with numbness.
They accompany life until the last moment.
They are weaknesses, but they are also enemies that must be faced in order to survive.
Finally, at the moment when everything is burned to ashes, we move towards the paradise where all beings are truly equal - death.
Yannian frowned, and the brief moment of letting go allowed him to see his father in his dream.
The face that was clearly blurred seemed to become clearer.
His father was a true assassin, and mission was his top priority.
Every cat who joins the assassination organization will receive a gift on the eve of their first mission - a mask. It does not reveal their true appearance, does not reveal their sorrow or joy, and wearing it means they are an empty shell and a cage.
His father was very different that day.
The bloody wind of his hometown swept across the river. On the shore, the young boy was waving a dagger in his hand, sweeping the dead branches, making crisp sounds of breaking.
"Yannian...your mask is ready, do you like it?" "Father" appeared behind him with a rare smile on his face.
The rough big hands handed over a snow-white mask, without any patterns and without any warmth.
"Dad, it has no color... yet." Yannian took it. He didn't like wearing a mask. He liked wearing a little black robe and wandering unscrupulously in the shadows, hunting his targets.
The mask made him feel uncomfortable on his face, although it was safer than the black robe.
"Color will come later - Xiao Yannian."
"Daddy has many masks, but this one is the best for you... when you grow up a little bit."
"I will paint it with your own color." The "father" squatted down, rubbed his cat's ears, and his eyes curved.
Yannian was very happy. His father rarely showed a gentle smile, and he enjoyed this moment.
Before the sun set, "Father" put the mask on him personally, offered him a sincere prayer, and finally hugged him.
He rarely reached out and touched his "father's" cat ears. His "father" smiled lightly and did not blame him.
But soon, he hid the mask.
He had some selfish thoughts about his father's first gift. He felt a little sad when the pure white material was stained with blood.
His father and "father" did not blame him.
His father is often cold, but "father" cares about everything about him.
The father said, "You haven't practiced enough. Tonight I will punish you by making you practice 500 more times."
"Father" said: "Do you think being an assassin is hard, little Yannian? Have you ever thought about another life?"
"Father" saw through him and pointed to the ordinary cats living happily in the streets.
The young boy was silent for a moment, then replied, "No...it's hard, because 'Father', you are by my side right now."
"Father" laughed, rubbed his head, and said something strange.
“Long-lasting happiness forms a callus, and undying sorrow also forms a scab.”
"If you watch it for too long, you'll get bored, and boredom is a terrible thing—you'll understand later, my child."
"Yanju is very happy, and he will always be happy."
You will understand, Yannian.
Yannian's eyes were blank. He seemed to have forgotten the "father" in his memory long ago and only remembered his father's appearance.
He reached out and touched the back of his "father". His "father" turned around, and his face shattered in an instant, like thin ice breaking, falling into masks that surrounded him.
They surrounded, stared, and judged, getting closer and closer, laughing for Yannian, crying for Yannian, and getting angry for Yannian, until Yannian's breath was sealed into the glaze, leaving only a pair of empty eyes.
And the shadow of "father" faded away.
"Wait...wait." Yannian woke up with sweat on his forehead. He sat up on the bed, still in a daze.
I subconsciously touched my face, and all I saw were rough scars and grooves.
I put down my hand and looked around. It was simple and clean. There were a few teacups and a few books on the table, with neatly arranged corners.
There were two bamboo chairs in front of the table, placed facing each other as if in a bow, without any shaking sound.
"Why did I dream about this..."
"Where did Lan go?"
"I feel so weak." Yannian stood up, waved his fist, and frowned.
He opened the panel and saw that the energy value bar was approaching negative, and Yannian's eyes darkened for a moment.
He wiped the red corners of his mouth with his fingertips. There was still some medicine left. For some reason, there was a bit of Sui Yang mixed in the medicine. It must be trying to parasitize him while he was sleeping and feed on his emotions.
If he has a weak will, he will be taken advantage of by Sui Yang and become a puppet.
But alas, the prey is the hunter.
He wanted to kill Lan last night, and Lan must have been holding a grudge... He used him to test the effect of Sui Yang. After all, historical records show that Lan was a hero who destroyed Sui Yang.
Impossible, the Suiyang erupted on a large scale in Zhuming, Yaoqing shouldn't have—
Just as Yannian was thinking, the door was quickly opened and Lan looked at Yannian breathlessly.
The first time he met Yannian's eyes, he reflexively crossed his arms to protect his face, anticipating Yannian's punches in advance.
Yannian actually punched Lan in the face at the same time.
Without making any sound, Lan suddenly smiled, "Brother Yun, are you hungry? Your fists are so soft."
Before he could finish his words, Yannian kicked him in the abdomen. He cried out, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.
Yannian's eyes flickered. The battle with Yanju consumed too much energy. He needed to recover his energy before he could cut Lan into pieces.
He needs to devour some of Sui Yang.
And Lan will definitely go to save Xianzhou and go to the battlefield of Suiyang.
The room was so quiet as if all sound had been drained out; even the crackling of dust falling to the ground could be heard.
Lan lowered his head and saw the indifference in Yannian's eyes... He had experienced war, death, and hunger in his childhood, and he was very familiar with the warmth and coldness of human nature.
The other party's indifference collided with the burning emotions in his heart, making him conflicted and unable to make the next decision, making him the passive party.
After a long time, Yannian spoke softly.
"I'm hungry...do you have any food at home?"
"Yes, I can do it down there." Lan's eyes lit up and he spoke immediately.
"Brother Yun, before that, I have a question for you."
"What's the problem?" Yannian tried hard to suppress the murderous intent in his heart and spoke coldly.
"Are you hot... or are you feeling anxious?"
The light in Yannian's eyes suddenly dimmed, and Lan shut his mouth tactfully. Perhaps it was the medicine that made Brother Yun so irritable—from that kind of irritability to the irritability of wanting to beat someone up.
Yannian asked as Lan stood up.
"Where did you buy the medicine?"
“A regular drugstore.”
……
The pharmacy in the south of the city.
After the soldiers came to dispel the rumors, the boss asked his assistant to count the remaining medicinal herbs. Because the nobles had strict control over some medicinal herbs, and even designated them as exclusive to private pharmacists, they could only obtain them from other channels.
For example...he has a good relationship with a pharmacist in Zhu Ming.
Not long ago, the other party brought him some medicinal herbs.
At the counter, the assistant carefully counted the herbs, "9 liang 2 qian of Actinolite, 8 liang of Cynomorium songaricum..."
Before the assistant finished speaking, the boss noticed something was wrong. His drooping eyebrows suddenly raised, and he looked up with a sharp gaze, "No, how could there be three grams less of actinolite?"
"Bring it here and let me see it."
The boss walked to the counter and weighed it himself, and found that three cents was indeed missing.
All the medicines sold are recorded, how could there be something missing?