Sang Chong didn't like to hear others call him "Sang Erye". He felt that the word "Sang Erye" had a strange smell. "We are good friends, I can make you die more..." Sang Chong's face was extremely uncomfortable and sad. He closed his eyes hard, threw his head aside with sadness. The knife made a "pop" sound, which cut Zhang Fu's throat... Sang Chong realized that after a person's throat was cut, a strange sound would make. Sang Chong felt that he liked to listen to this sound, and this sound was like a wonderful music from the underworld, which made people indulge.

He was intoxicated by this wonderful sound for a while before turning his head, watching Zhang Fu's round fat face twisting little by little, and fading blood bit by little, he stroked Zhang Fu's eyelids, throwing Zhang Fu aside like throwing a cloth pocket, and then cutting off a person's throat...

Sang Chong and Zhang Fu have no grudges, and even like to chat, talk, or even joke with Zhang Fu very much. But there is no way, Zhang Fu must die. Sang Chong is doing this thing, and he will naturally have to be ruthless when he acts. If he doesn't kill him, he must eliminate everyone who may have seen him "do business", so that he will feel at ease and have a sense of security. Although he will be sad for a long time for a good friend, this is how people are. Many times they have to live in pain in conflict struggles...

Thinking of not seeing Zhang Fu again, Sang Chong shed two tears, the tears were very clear and pure, and they slipped from his face like pearls.

...The hot water gradually soaked every pore on Sang Chong's body, making the blood flow in his body even more joyful. Before he knew it, he fell asleep. In a daze, he saw that there were heads next to the wooden barrel. These heads were heads of the Zhang family who had just been killed by him. They were soaked in blood, staring hard, and even baring at him... Sang Chong didn't care or be afraid. It was not the first time to kill people, and of course it was not the first time that he had such a dream. He was not afraid of them when they were alive, let alone they were dead! Sang Chong knew that this scene was just some resentment gathered from the unjust souls that died in his hands. Resentment was okay to scare people, and it was absolutely impossible to kill people.

...Sang Chong woke up when the water temperature gradually cooled down. He stepped out of the wooden barrel, pulled a piece of clothing of unknown people and wiped it dry, and stood in front of a large bronze mirror. He wiped away the moisture from the mirror, combing his hair with his slender fingers, while thinking about which woman the next target of the move should be.

Sang Chong in the mirror was a little self-pitying, with a well-proportioned figure, beautiful face, red lips, thin willow-leaf eyebrows twisted with small scissors, divided into three strands of hair. Just wear a bun and apply some rouge lightly. Not to mention that men are happy when they see each other, even women will be jealous...

Looking at himself in the mirror, Sang Chong was intoxicated, so intoxicated that he almost forgot the existence of the whole world. He felt that no matter which woman was obtained by him or killed by him, he should be happy. They should not have any resentment towards him. Having a happy night with a man like him is God's favor for them...

Even so, Sang Chong still feels a lot of regrets. For many years, he has never lacked women, but lacked girls, the kind of beautiful girl who makes him excited at first sight... He has already thought that his next target must be a girl, a girl who can make him moved. Apart from this, he will not touch anything.

The dusk became darker, the sky gradually faded, and Sang Chong's face in the mirror gradually dimmed... Sang Chong knew that in the Ming Dynasty, there was never a shortage of beautiful girls, but he also knew that the first-class beautiful girls had entered the palace, and were collected by officials at the second level...

Sang Chong hated Zhuma's face... Since Emperor Hongwu Zhuma's face first ascended the throne and ruled the world, everything has advocated simplicity. From food, clothing, housing and transportation to all expenses, he has never been picky, but in women, he always seeks excessive demands. It has become a normal state for regular selection of girls from folk selections to enter the palace. Although there are always those court officials who are ignorant of the death, the beautiful girls from the folk still flow into the palace continuously. In Yingtian City at the feet of the emperor, girls are even hard to find money. They are effective from the upper and lower, so that the officials in the entire court, like Sang Chong at this time, have a desire for girls that is almost obsessed with. Therefore, in the Ming Dynasty, girls were extremely scarce. Even a flower-picking expert like Sang Chong, it is difficult to find a suitable girl to start... So! Someone told Sang Chong that if you want to find a girl that can satisfy him, you can only enter the palace!

Going to the palace to pick flowers is a big problem. Sang Chong bit his red lips lightly, and he knew in his heart that this would be an unprecedented challenge... When he thought of the challenge, Sang Chong smiled. He liked challenges. The more difficult the challenge, wouldn't it be more exciting?

...About Sangchong, there are countless legends circulating in the market. The most enthusiastic thing people talk about is how he dressed up as a woman and got into a wealthy family to teach beautiful women to draw patterns, embroider their shoes, cook side dishes and other women's handicrafts, and then secretly hang out with them.

When men talk about these stories, most of them are envious and jealous, and they wish they could immediately become Sang Chong as their teacher, and then they would not work hard and enjoy being a layman all day long. When women talk about these stories, they were mostly full of spirits, as if they were looking forward to the matchmaker, and then they were forced to have an irresponsible physical relationship with legendary men like Sang Chong, which aroused a trace of aftertaste that even the ripples of pain...

However, the officials never affirmed these legends, nor did they send officials to investigate or capture Sang Chong. This is not only because Sang Chong was too clean, but they committed some headless cases, but also because from the perspective of the "Da Ming Law", Sang Chong was a person who did not exist at all.

The reason why Sang Chong is a person who does not exist is that a woman who was once missed by Sang Chong missed him so much, and went to Shanyin County, Datong Prefecture, whom Sang Chong said he was from his hometown. The county magistrate in charge of household registration in Shanyin County, Datong Prefecture admitted that Sang Chong was indeed a county citizen, but he drowned accidentally ten years ago...

This is Sang Chong, a person with yin and yang who is free from life and death.
Chapter completed!