While he was gnashing his teeth, Lu Laosi suddenly heard someone say from behind: "Not only does your kid need a beating, but we brothers also have a score to settle with you!"
Lu Laosi turned his head and saw two people, one fat and one thin, standing in front of him. They looked quite funny together, like acrobats in a circus.
Lu Laosi rolled his eyes impatiently: "Who are you?"
The fat killer said with a sly smile: "You just bumped into me, right? Did you steal my wallet?"
Lu Laosi tilted his triangular eyes, looked at the fat man for a few times, grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "You lost your wallet, what does it have to do with me? I'm not your father!"
The surrounding ruffians all laughed in agreement.
Unexpectedly, the fat and thin people also started laughing, and even laughed louder than the gangsters. The street was filled with happy air.
When both parties were laughing happily, the Fat Killer suddenly took action and punched Lu Laosi in the face, bending his originally straight nose in half, causing the nose to bleed uncontrollably.
The gangsters suddenly felt like ducks being strangled by their necks, unable to laugh anymore.
Lu Laosi covered his nose, frightened and angry, and cried out: "You dare to hit me? You are dead! Do you know who I am?"
The fat killer asked: "Who are you?"
"I am the leader of the 'Three Thieves of Western Liao', Fourth Master Lu who "can conquer the city with one hand"! "Lu Laosi wiped his nosebleed and stamped his feet and shouted, "I can call you hundreds of brothers just by shouting, and one of them can drown you just by spitting! "
The fat killer smacked his tongue: "Awesome, awesome."
He suddenly took a step forward, picked up one of Lu Laosi's arms, and twisted it hard. Lu Laosi suddenly screamed, his face turned the color of pig liver, and he suddenly felt like he had mixed tastes, salty and sour. , spicy and bitter ones all rolled out.
"Help...hurry...help me..." Lu Laosi's throat was hoarse from the pain, and he even screamed intermittently.
The gangsters around wanted to rush over to save people, but were stopped by the thin killer on the other side.
The thin killer took out a gleaming weapon and waved it casually, and Curly Hair who was rushing in front fell down with a sudden flow of blood.
The thin killer raised the knife in one hand and shouted sternly: "Fengyulou is doing something, if you don't want to die, get away!"
Upon hearing the name "Fengyu Tower", the gangsters immediately retreated like deflated rubber balls, leaving Curly Hair alone struggling in a pool of blood.
The vendors not far away also changed their faces, some ran away, and some hid under the carts.
Fengyulou - the most mysterious and terrifying killer organization in the world. As long as you can afford the money, there is no one they dare not kill. It is said that even the head of His Majesty the Emperor can be clearly priced.
For many martial arts people, Fengyu Tower is equivalent to the Palace of Yama. People who are targeted by Fengyu Tower are like being recorded in the book of life and death by the Lord of Hell.
The King of Hell tells you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep someone alive until the fifth watch?
Not to mention ordinary people, even the old Jianghu like Lu Laosi, who "can conquer the city with one hand", only felt that his eyes were darkened and he couldn't help but pee his pants.
The fat killer twisted Lu Laosi's arm, with a harmless smile on his fat face: "Can you return my wallet to me now?"
Lu Laosi's teeth chattered and rattled: "Hero...Hero, spare your life..."
He felt infinite regret and wanted to break his own legs. The boy named Jiang is indeed very evil. Anyone who has anything to do with him will be killed by him.
The fat killer shook his head: "It seems I have to find it myself."
The scene that follows will become a nightmare that will last a lifetime for those who witness it.
The fat killer took a small dagger and tore Lu Laosi into pieces.
"Not here...not here...could it be hidden under the feet..."
At first, Lu Laosi still had the strength to scream, but as the fat killer swung his dagger, he gradually could only breathe out, not in.
Finally, the Fat Killer finally found the bloody purse and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I found it, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to deal with that kid."
The thin killer said dissatisfiedly: "Damn Fatty, you are too slow! You have been dawdling for so long and you have lost track of your target!"
"A sharpened knife will keep you from chopping wood. What do you know..."
As people watched in horror, the two killers quarreled and chased in the direction Jiang Chen left.
And Lu Laosi, the leader of the three thieves who shocked Xiliao City and "captured the city with one hand", was no longer human, only a pile of fragments in a pool of blood.
At this time, Jiang Chen and Miss Gao had turned into an unfamiliar street.
The lights here are swaying, people are coming and going, cars and horses are everywhere, and there are many vendors. It is obviously very lively, but for some reason, it always gives people a dark feeling.
Thin mist filled the streets, making pedestrians appear shadowy.
"There are obviously many people on this street, why is it so quiet?" Even Miss Gao noticed something was wrong.
She looked left and right, went to a stall on the street, and asked, "Auntie, why don't people on this street talk?"
The vendor greeted warmly: "Come on, little girl, sit down quickly! It's such a cold day, let's have a bowl of hot soup first!"
When she said this, Miss Gao really felt a little cold. She crossed her shoulders and glanced at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen breathed out a puff of white air and nodded in agreement: "It's quite cold. It's so cold here!"
Under Miss Gao's expectant gaze, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and pulled the collar, wrapping himself tighter.
"Let's go, we won't get cold if we walk faster."
Miss Gao's eyes widened, her expression as ugly as if she had eaten a fly.
Isn't this guy too graceless? Shouldn't he take off his coat and let me wear it?
Didn't he get my hint?
"Jiang Chen, I'm very cold and need to add some clothes." Miss Gao emphasized her tone and made her words clearer.
Jiang Chen saw her dissatisfaction and explained: "I have hidden weapons in my clothes, which are convenient for fighting enemies at any time, but I can't wear them for you."
Miss Gao flattened her mouth and said angrily: "You have an excuse no matter what."
At this time, a strong aroma hit the nostrils, and the stall owner brought a bowl of steaming broth and said with a smile: "Little girl, come and drink the soup, it will warm your stomach and intestines, and you will not feel cold after a bowl of soup." "
Miss Gao was greatly moved and was about to take the bowl with both hands when Jiang Chen suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Can't answer." Jiang Chen said solemnly.
Miss Gao looked displeased: "You won't let me wear any clothes, and you won't let me drink the soup. You might as well just let me freeze to death!"
Jiang Chen stared at the vendor with an honest smile on his face and said coldly: "Take a closer look and see what's in that soup."
"Isn't that just broth..." Miss Gao suddenly opened her mouth wide and her eyes widened in the middle of her sentence.
She saw clearly at this time that the thing hidden under the white heat and floating in the soup bowl was not a meatball, but...
In an instant, the scent of meat that drifted into Miss Gao's nostrils turned into a strong smell of blood. The stench was pungent and made her breathless.
She held her breath subconsciously, her stomach cramped, and she almost vomited.
The face of the smiling vendor standing in front of her suddenly changed. His flesh was rotten, his eyes were sunken, and his mouth was full of white teeth when he grinned. He was obviously a deeply decomposed corpse!
"Little girl, eat! Don't be polite to aunt..."
The rotten hawker still grinned and thrust the bowl into Miss Gao's hand.
"ah!!!"
Miss Gao let out a high-pitched scream, turned around and threw herself into Jiang Chen's arms, trembling while holding him.
The laughter of the vendor behind him became more and more weird and quiet: "Little girl, come and eat..."
"I will not eat!"
Miss Gao wanted to bury her head in Jiang Chen's body.
The hawker's expression became sinister and twisted: "If you don't eat, do you think you're looking down on me?"
Miss Gao buried her head deeply and shook her head vigorously: "If you don't want to eat, don't eat, don't eat!"
"Alas..." The vendor sighed longly, put down the broth, and picked up the boning knife on the stall. His smile became more and more terrifying, "If you don't want to eat, then you have no choice but to be eaten... …”
"Save me! Jiang Chen, please save me!" Miss Gao was so frightened that she didn't dare to raise her head.
Jiang Chen patted Miss Gao on the back: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, everything will be fine."
After saying that, the blood in his body surged, emitting astonishing heat, dissipating the surrounding Yin Qi like a flame.
Although the fourth-level "Bone Tempering" body is not as immune to evil as Chiyang, it is still enough to deal with ordinary imps.
As expected, the hawker didn't dare to step forward rashly. He only gestured with the boning knife, as if he was planning where to start.
But the flower girls, salesmen, and more ghosts in the distance all gathered around here.
Surrounded by ghosts, the increasingly heavy Yin Qi made Miss Gao shrink and tremble more and more, and Jiang Chen couldn't help but frown.
If he was alone and had a head-on fight with these ghosts, there was no telling who would win.
But now that I have Miss Gao with me, I am inevitably tied up and worried that I won't be able to protect her.
Before the encirclement was closed, Jiang Chen lowered his head to Miss Gao's ear and lowered his voice: "Cover your ears, ignore them, let's rush out."
Miss Gao sobbed: "I...I have no strength in my feet..."
Jiang Chen said: "Weren't you very courageous when you were in the temple?"
"No, I'm really scared. My feet are weak and I can't walk even one step. Please carry me..."
Seeing the group of ghosts getting closer and closer, Jiang Chen had no choice but to say: "Okay, climb up quickly!"
Miss Gao immediately got out of his arms, turned behind him in one step, and ran onto his back using her hands and feet.
Seeing Miss Gao's quick movements, Jiang Chen was very suspicious. Is this girl really unable to walk?
"Did you let me carry you on purpose?"
"No, I really can't walk... Wuwuwu, you won't leave me alone, will you? Wuwu, I know... Who is a girl like me who is loved and loved by no one? Do you care about me?"
Jiang Chen turned his head and saw Miss Gao blinking her big black eyes without a single tear in her eyes. He immediately understood that this girl was really pretending to be pitiful on purpose.
Jiang Chen sighed: "I'm leaving, hurry up."
"Yeah!" Miss Gao happily hugged Jiang Chen's waist and put her face on Jiang Chen's shoulder.
Since returning to Xiliao City, I have never had the chance to get close to this warm and generous shoulder.
I feel so nostalgic!
The ugly and ferocious ghosts ahead no longer seem so scary.
"Give Way!"
Jiang Chen let out a low roar, exhaled like thunder, stepped hard on his feet, and his body shot up, rushing out from the gap between the ghosts.
As he sprinted with all his strength, the strong wind blew the ghosts staggering around. They bared their teeth and claws in vain, roaring like beasts, but they could not stop Jiang Chen's steps.
A strong wind was seen blowing by, and Jiang Chen had already broken out of the encirclement, throwing away a large group of ghosts.
Of course, the ghosts refused to let go of the blood food on their lips, and swarmed behind Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen ran all the way, but heard Miss Gao giggling in his ears.
"why are you laughing?"
"It's so fast! I haven't been this happy for a long time since I came back from the forest!"
"..."
After a while, two figures, one fat and one thin, came to this street. All they saw were empty stalls and white lanterns swaying in the wind.
The fat killer sniffed: "What a fragrant broth!"
But the thin killer frowned: "Don't just eat! Fatty, have you been to this street before? Why do I feel something is wrong?"
The fat killer walked towards the roadside stall and said while swallowing: "What's wrong?"
The thin killer stood at the intersection and gestured: "I remember this should be a straight road, with a wall on the left. You can't turn at all, and there is no such street! Fatty, do you have any impressions?"
The fat killer scratched the back of his hand uncertainly: "I can't remember clearly. But I'm here now, let's have a meal first! You can't work hungry, right?"
As he spoke, he opened his voice and shouted: "Where is the boss? Where is the boss? Business is coming!"
After shouting a few times and getting no response, the Fat Killer said: "Then I'll do it myself! Eat first and then give me money!"
As he spoke, he picked up a bowl on the table, scooped out a bowl of broth for himself, filled it with a pile of pointed meatballs, took a sip of the soup, and exclaimed: "It's delicious!"
The thin killer urged: "Damn it, fat man, don't eat. The target has gone far, and we have to follow him!"
"Don't worry, my nose is very good! You can't throw it away!" The Fat Killer took a bite of the meatball and smacked his lips with satisfaction, "It's delicious! It's soft and chewy, sticky and hot, and has a little sweetness. I I have never tasted such delicious meatballs! Monkey, do you want one too?"
"I don't want to eat! Leave now!"
"You're such a monkey, you've missed so much delicious food!" The Fat Killer quickly ate a bowl of soup and meatballs, wiped his mouth, and threw a small piece of broken silver on the table, "I'll come back next time eat!"
He had just taken a few steps outside when his body suddenly froze, with a painful expression on his face: "Ouch! My stomach hurts!"
The thin killer turned around impatiently: "Damn it, fat man, are you done yet—"
Halfway through the words, the thin killer opened his eyes in horror, looking at the fat killer, his voice trembled: "You, why are you like this?"
The fat killer's face was distorted, his facial features were squeezed together, his eyes were bulging, and he said painfully: "My eyes... hurt! They seem to be popping out!"
As he spoke, two of his eyes really popped out of their sockets.
The eyeballs that rushed out were connected to the ends by tendrils of flesh, like earthworms and worms, winding and flying towards the soup pot of the stall.
"Save me...save me quickly..."
Hearing the fat killer's scream, the thin killer also panicked, rushed forward, grabbed the long worm, and pulled it back hard.
"Damn fat man, your eyes are so powerful!"
"Save me quickly..."
"No, I can't hold it..."
"In my purse... there is a disaster-avoiding charm... the yellow one is..."
The thin killer quickly reached into the fat killer's pocket and took out a handful of papers in a panic. There are banknotes, receipts, letters, and talismans inside.
The thin killer's quick eyesight and quick hands found the yellow talisman paper at a glance and stuck it on the fat killer's face.
I saw that the talisman paper spontaneously ignited without wind, burning out wisps of black ashes. The fat killer's eyes also flew back with a "swish" and retracted into their sockets.
The thin killer breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his head.
"This street is really evil. Let's find the target quickly and don't cause trouble!"
