Dozens of heads from the Five Poisons Divine Sect hung outside Road Pavilion's East City Gate, frozen into lumps of ice.
Without Yang Ge's word, the Embroidered Uniform Guards of the Upper Right Office naturally dared not take them down.
And when the guards left them alone, no one came to claim them either.
Like dozens of balloons, the heads swayed back and forth in the north wind all day, knocking together with hollow bangs...
Unseen, a bullet seemed to be spinning as it hurtled through the air.
Though no one knew where that bullet would ultimately strike, or whom it would hit.
Everyone was certain that once it reached its destination... someone would die!
The north wind swept south in mighty waves, carrying an invisible aura of murderous chill that made countless people shiver.
This winter had grown colder!
A great many people had Yang Ge on their minds...
Yang Ge himself felt nothing out of the ordinary. He went to bed early, rose early, and exercised every day, living a healthier life than many elderly people.
Until early on the seventh morning, before daylight had even broken, someone hammered on his courtyard gate.
Puzzled, Yang Ge threw on his clothes and pushed his door open. He glanced at his canine son, who was also stretching in his kennel, and snapped, "What good are you?"
Little Yellow grinned ingratiatingly and wagged his tail at him.
Yang Ge looked at the snow in the courtyard, took a tentative step outside, then abruptly pulled his foot back. He called lazily, "I can't be bothered opening the gate. Climb over the wall yourself!"
The man outside shouted indignantly, "Don't think you're going to bait me into taking the blame! Open up!"
Yang Ge clutched his clothes tightly around himself. "Can't be bothered.