Ah Qi, codenamed "Blood Guanyin", washed his hands in the golden basin. As the ace of the "Wuchang Pavilion", the former number one killer organization in the world, she kills people like crazy and has top-notch professional abilities. The only drawback is that it costs too much money. Famous swords need to be raised, good horses need to be fed, and intelligence networks need to be maintained. Everything is a gold-selling cave. So, after saving enough pension, Ah Qi ran away decisively and opened a pork stall in the Jiangnan water town, determined to become a simple pork Xishi. New life is wonderful. The neighbor on the left is Mrs. Wang who is chatty but will give her a basket of vegetables. On the right is the teacher Gu Qingrang who is helpless, extremely poor but very good-looking. Mr. Gu lives up to his name, with a clear breeze and bright moonlight, and gentleness. He always looks at her with three parts pity and seven parts admiration. He felt sorry for her. It was too hard for a weak woman to sell her flesh as a coward. He admired the sharpness with which she cut the ribs with the knife. Ah Qi: "..." No, sir, don't admire me, I'm panicking. I'm afraid you'll find out that what I chopped off before was not a pig's head but a human head. In order to maintain her image as an "ordinary weak woman", Ah Qi fights against her instincts every day. The street gangster charged for protection money, and she paid the money with tears in her eyes, silently thinking about which river she could throw his ashes into. In the teahouse, I heard that the scholar was bragging about the legend of "Blood Guanyin". She was licking melon seeds without any emotion and even wanted to give a negative review - in that story, she clearly used poison, not a sword. Until one day, Mr. Gu's cousin who came all the way to "go to" him bossed her around and asked her to be a little girl for Mr. Gu. Ah Qi weighed the butcher knife in his hand.
