The Killer Shall Have No Heart Chapter 7

"What do you mean?" Sam looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who spoke was the waiter who had ignored him before.
 
"A stranger?" The waiter took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and handed them to Sam. Sam looked at them warily but didn't take them. The waiter chuckled and said to himself, "That man is from Youmeng Pavilion, you know, that place."

The waiter winked and said, "She used to be a top girl, but unfortunately, she got a dirty disease. I heard that she was going to be redeemed by the second son of the Li family, but she got the dirty disease and was thrown out. No one dared to treat her. If she was treated, she would offend the Li family."

Sam nodded. The waiter might have really nothing to do, as he stood there and sighed for a long time. Seeing that Sam had no intention of talking to him, he went back to the shop in disappointment.

Sam stood there waiting but there was no sign of Connor. He couldn't help but wonder why it took so long. The weak cry for help in the alley nearby became quieter. Sam thought about it and couldn't help but lean sideways to look into the alley.

The man lay motionless on the ground, and it was impossible to tell whether he was dead or alive.

"What are you looking at."

Connor's voice suddenly appeared behind Sam at some point, like a bolt of thunder from a clear sky that instantly woke Sam up. He turned around in panic and saw Connor standing at the door. His tall figure stood straight like a pine tree among the crowd, with his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking at him suspiciously.

"No, nothing." Sam replied subconsciously, "Just waited for a long time...well, just walking around."

Connor didn't pursue the matter any further. He responded perfunctorily and extended his hand to Sam.

Sam was stunned. He looked at the large hands covered with calluses, hesitated for a moment, and then placed his hand on them.

The moment their palms touched, Connor's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something surprising, and he waved his hand violently, shaking Sam's hand away.

The two of them moved so dramatically that they almost instantly attracted the attention of the people around them.

"What are you doing!" Connor's forehead veins throbbed and he lowered his voice and shouted.

Sam was confused, "You stretched out your hand, didn't you let me grab it?"

Connor completely lost his temper and said, "Give me the fox fur."

Sam suddenly realized what was going on and his face instantly turned red with embarrassment. He hurriedly took down the package and handed it to Connor. He looked like a cooked crab, steaming from the heat.

Connor looked at Sam deeply, then stuffed the medicine bag in his hand into Sam's arms, "Take this."

Sam held the medicine bag in both hands, and followed Connor closely with a red face, not daring to look around. Fortunately, Connor was selling the fox fur much faster this time, and the fox fur itself was not very pure, so the price was not high. Connor did not have to say much and the deal was done.

The two of them sold what they needed to sell, and when they walked out of the store, Connor suddenly stopped and asked, "Buy you a bed?"

The tone of Connor's voice rose at the end, seemingly a question, but to Sam, it always sounded a bit threatening.

Sam didn't dare to ask for anything, so he shrank his neck and said, "No thanks."

Although Sam refused verbally, he secretly hoped that Connor could arrange a place for him to live. After all, sleeping in the woodshed all the time was not a solution. However, after Connor received the response, he really didn't say a word and prepared to go back the way he came.

Sam followed behind him, unable to stop feeling a little frustrated. Every time he tried to muster up the courage to say something, he would instantly lose his temper when his eyes fell on Connor's fierce shoulders.

Whatever, it’s just thatched grass, it’s better than sleeping on the streets, and besides, I’m using his food and clothes.

Sam forced himself to suppress his disappointment and followed Connor back. Connor moved quickly and did not stop on the way back. When the two of them returned along the same route they had come, it was not yet noon and many pedestrians on the street had dispersed after going to the morning market.

When Sam passed by the restaurant again, he found that the luxurious carriages were still parked at the door. It seemed that no one was able to pick up the master and they were still in a stalemate.

Sam only glanced sideways, and when he turned around again, he was almost unable to catch up with Connor. His heart tightened suddenly, and he dared not look left or right. He hurriedly ran up and followed Connor closely.

After Connor retrieved the donkey cart, the two of them hurried back to the village when the sun was just hanging over the top of the mountain. Smoke was rising from every household. Sam smelled the fragrance of food all the way home. Before he got off the cart, he saw a woman hanging clothes out to dry in the yard from afar. She waved when she saw the two of them.

Sam jumped out of the car before it stopped completely. Connor behind him did not get out of the car. He just said "I'll go return the car" and continued to drive away.

At noon, Sam helped Aunt Liu to prepare a simple meal. He fried some vegetables and stewed a pot full of fresh fish soup. The milky white fish soup was paired with tender green onions, and the aroma was everywhere. Sam ate so much that his stomach was full. In the afternoon, he sat in the yard and couldn't stop burping.

After dinner, Connor changed out of the clothes he wore for going to the market in the morning and dressed up as a hunter, but this time he didn't bring a bow and arrow. He sat in the yard sharpening his axe.

Sam saw it but didn't dare to ask, for fear of offending Connor. He could only watch Connor sharpen the knife. Soon Aunt Liu came with Connor's clothes to fetch water. Seeing this, Sam hurriedly took over the job.

As soon as Sam sat down, Connor put the shiny axe on his waist and said casually: "I'm going up the mountain and will be back soon."

Sam subconsciously asked: "Didn't you just set the trap? Are you ready to collect it now?"

Connor raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but without replying, he turned his head and went up the mountain along the path.

Sam was bored, but gradually got used to Connor's appearance. He didn't take it to heart, and lowered his head to carefully wash the clothes in his hands.

Sam used to help his mother wash clothes. Now it is not that difficult to do. After washing the soapberries, he wrung them dry and prepared to wash them in the small river beside the house.

"The rocks by the river are slippery, don't stand on them." Aunt Liu specifically warned.

After Sam agreed, he came to the river, but suddenly saw a familiar figure, who was the man who greeted him this morning.
 
The farmer was also squatting by the river washing clothes. He seemed stunned for a moment when he saw Sam, then he smiled and greeted him: "You are here to wash clothes too. Have you eaten?"

Sam was a little embarrassed at first, but when he saw the man's honest smile, he relaxed his vigilance unconsciously. Then he recalled the quick glance at him in the morning, so he smiled at him and said, "I just ate. How about you?"

The man shook out his clothes and tossed them in the river a few times, skimming off a lot of foam.

"I've eaten too, and I saw you this morning."

Sam also found a good place to stay and started washing clothes, and the two began to chat casually.

"I left in a hurry this morning and didn't say a word to you."

"It's okay. Did you just move in here? I haven't seen you before. Are you a relative of this family?"

Sam thought for a moment and replied, "Uh... sort of. My mother asked me to come and look for him. I'll stay here for a while. I'll have to trouble you in the future, big brother."

The farmer smiled and said, "What are you talking about? It's not a big deal. We just moved here a few years ago. It's at the end of this path. There's a big black dog tied at the door. I've always wanted to visit your family more often, but unfortunately I never had the chance. It's a good opportunity to talk to you today."

Sam's smile was somewhat forced, thinking that it was not that there was no chance, but that Connor simply ignored him. Fortunately, the man in front of him did not seem to be a petty person and did not bear a grudge.

"No... Well, my cousin has been quiet since he was young. He is like this to everyone he meets. He doesn't even talk to me when I'm at home." Sam explained briefly, and the man opposite him just waved his hands and said it was okay. After this explanation, the two of them relaxed a little.

It was the first time that Sam felt the local customs and practices. Although the man in front of him looked tall and strong with a rough appearance, he did not speak in a vulgar manner at all. He just picked up some interesting stories from the countryside that he usually talked about and told Sam about them. He spoke like a storyteller.

Sam was so fascinated by what he was saying that he even stopped washing clothes. He couldn't help but ask, "What happened next? Is there really a bear on the mountain?"

"Of course, many people have seen it. Old man Zhang's second son was drunk and sleeping at the intersection of the mountain road at night. A bear met him. The bear tore a large piece of flesh from his right leg with one claw. Tsk, tsk, tsk." The man kept smacking his lips as he spoke, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. "The doctor said that it's good as long as he can save his life, but his leg is lame and he still can't find a wife."

"Ah..." Sam was a little scared for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "The bear is so powerful, it's not very dangerous for Connor to go up the mountain alone."

The man understood the meaning of Sam's words and said with a smile, "Don't worry, because the bear has been killed. After that, the village organized strong laborers to search the mountain. They didn't stop until they saw no trace of wild animals within a radius of ten miles."

"Oh? Who did it?" Sam asked curiously.

The man was a little surprised, "Don't you know? Didn't he tell you?"

"say what?"

"Your cousin is the one who killed the bear." The man laughed and realized that Sam really knew nothing about this cousin, so he explained:

"I moved here a few years earlier than him. When I arrived, there was a big problem with wild animals in the village. My home is close to the mountain and we have several big dogs. If we notice something wrong, we can wake up the whole village. But no one dares to go up and catch them. Besides, the mountain is so big that we might get lost if we go in. So we don't dare to go any further."

Sam nodded in agreement. The mountain didn't look high, but it stretched for hundreds of miles. People's walking distance was limited. If they couldn't return to the village at night, they would be more likely to be attacked in the mountains.

"Your cousin moved here later. At that time, the village wanted to arrange for him to live next to my house, but he thought it was noisy, so he chose this piece of land at the foot of the mountain. The village chief tried to persuade him but failed, so he had to let him go. He only told me to help as much as I could."

"Everything was going well, but one night the dog in front of my house started barking non-stop. I woke up and saw a pair of green eyes at the foot of the mountain, staring at me. I knew it was a bear. The bear seemed a little scared, and only glanced at me from a distance before running off in another direction. I realized it was heading for your cousin's house, so I chased after it with a pitchfork to warn your cousin."

"And then?" Sam nervously clenched the clothes in his hands.

The man was silent for a while, as if recalling something, and then he said: "It was too dark, and I couldn't see clearly. I only saw a few flashes of white light, and then the bear roared a few times, which scared me. Who would have thought that it would fall down in the next moment, and the bear died in just one encounter."

Sam's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe it. The man added:

"I only vaguely saw your cousin standing at the door through the moonlight, holding what looked like a long knife with blood dripping from the blade. The bear was as big as a hill, and its throat was cut and bled. The next day, the whole village came to see it. The throat...tsk, it was said that the head was almost cut off directly."

"Tell me, how much strength does this take?"

When Sam heard this, what came to his mind was the human gangster that Connor had killed on the road that day. That human gangster was also very burly, not much different in size from a bear, and Connor had the ability to directly behead a strong man of that level.

Sam touched his neck and thought of the two people, one whose throat was cut and the other whose throat was pierced by a branch that day. Suddenly, a strange idea came to his mind.

Connor seemed to be very keen on starting from the neck.

Just like those ferocious wild beasts, they like to kill with one blow from the throat.

After they washed their clothes, they said goodbye to each other and left. Back in the yard, Sam was hanging the clothes with a worried heart.

Connor's martial arts skills are definitely not low. Grant and he are from the same Fairy Island. Their martial arts skills are comparable. So what exactly is the Fairy Island? Why did the island owner want to find him?
 
Sam now realized that he was still a lone boat in the troubled times. He thought he had temporarily found a ferry to dock, but it turned out to be just a piece of drifting wood. He was still carried away by the endless sea and forced to drift to an unknown place.

Should I wait here for that island owner to come find me?

No, it can't.

Sam secretly made up his mind that he could no longer leave his fate to other people, otherwise his life or death would depend on just a word from the other party.

But...if Grant wanted to take him away by force, how could he resist since he had no martial arts skills at all? It seemed that Connor couldn't wait for him to leave and would not try to stop him.

Is there really no other way? Sam was a little confused. After hanging the clothes, he sat on the stone bench in the yard, holding his chin with both hands and looking forward with empty eyes. In his hands, he held the remaining wild fruits in the morning, tossing them back and forth between his hands.

After throwing enough, Sam opened his mouth and took a bite. Suddenly, he felt that the fruit didn't seem as sweet as it was in the morning, but sour instead.

Just as Sam was lost in thought, the sound of footsteps accompanied by the rustling sound of something heavy dragging on the ground came closer and closer, slowly approaching the yard.

Sam shuddered, stood up and looked outside the yard, only to see Connor with an indifferent look on his face, dragging a wooden board behind him. The board was tied with straw ropes. As Connor moved, the board dragged and rubbed on the ground, leaving a long drag mark behind him, extending into the yard.

Connor glanced at the clothes hanging in the yard, piled the wooden boards in the yard, and went into the house, as if he didn't see Sam at all.

Sam stared at the wooden board for a long time, and suddenly an extremely absurd idea flashed through his mind.

Could it be that Connor... wants to make a bed board for him... ?

Just to save some money?