Several people entered the hotel one after another, and the noisy people in the hotel immediately stopped.
Some people even put down their chopsticks and lowered their heads, not daring to take a breath.
Hei Wuchang smiled and said: "Every time I come here, I feel that Meng Po Hotel is very elegant and quiet, but others told me that this place is often bustling with people."
Bai Wuchang glanced at the people in the lobby and responded warmly: "Maybe they are all guilty. Let's go in quickly. Don't stand in the lobby all the time and disrupt other people's business."
In the silence of everyone, a few people walked slowly through the aisle, and they could only hear the sound of a few footsteps, not to mention the sound of cups.
It wasn't until a few people entered the box at the deepest end of the aisle that the noise that had accumulated for a long time exploded in the hall again. Several tables of guests quickly got up and left in a hurry without finishing their meals.
This private room is the same private room that Li Jianguo came to before. It is still a small pavilion with flowing water and pleasant flowers and plants. Hei Wuchang walked in with ease and asked everyone to sit down one by one.
The waiter had already been waiting at the door. After everyone had finished sitting, he asked softly: "Master Fan, are you the same as before?"
"No, no, we have distinguished guests today," Hei Wuchang waved his hand, "The quality is a little higher, let your kitchen handle the arrangements."
"Okay, everyone, wait a moment."
The waiter slowly backed out of the door. Li Jianguo turned to Hei Wuchang and asked, "Does Mr. Fan come here often?"
"That's not really true. It happens every once in a while."
"Oh? Master Fan seems to be quite wealthy."
Hei Wuchang laughed and said, "Of course it's better than Mr. Bao." Then Hei Wuchang said to Li Jianguo with a mysterious face, "I still have some special ways to make money. Of course, it is absolutely legal and compliant. Mr. Bao is here , can withstand inspection!”
Bao Zheng smiled and said nothing.
"What about Mr. Xie? Will you work with Mr. Fan on that "money-making channel"?"
Hei Wuchang glanced at Bai Wuchang with a look of disgust: "Is it him? Lao Xie, he knows nothing. He wants to save face and suffer. He is thin-skinned and can't lose face. To tell you the truth, now Lao Xie, he is just rubbing up against me. I'm so drunk... Look at him, he's still staring at me, what's wrong, am I wrong, Lao Xie? Look at me again! Be careful, I'll deduct your pocket money from you!"
Bai Wuchang looked indifferent: "Then don't always call me wherever you go from now on. I'm fine by myself. Basically all the money you gave me was spent with you. My salary is more than enough for me."
Hei Wuchang was obviously in trouble, and he couldn't argue with Bai Wuchang, so he could only say to Li Jianguo with a fake smile: "Look at him, there is no one to play with him, I will take him to play, and you won't appreciate it, okay. Good intentions are treated as a donkey’s liver and lungs!”
The door of the private room slowly opened, and the waiter came in with a table of food. Not only did it taste like dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder, it was at least delicacies from the mountains and seas.
Lin Ling's eyes widened and she stared at the plates of food placed on the table.
Several people could see Lin Ling's hungry desire at a glance. Hei Wuchang smiled and said, "Lin Ling, why do you feel like you haven't eaten anything good? Does Mr. Li treat you badly?"
Lin Ling thought for a while and replied: "Master Li didn't take me to eat, so he just let me crack some melon seeds and drink some tea, and nothing else."
Black and white were silent.
They are all Li Jianguo's closed disciples. After following Li Jianguo for so long... they didn't even get a full meal? Just crack melon seeds? Dry knock?
Is this some kind of... special way of practice?
No wonder Lin Ling just finished off such a large table... of food.
Hei Wuchang whispered to Bai Wuchang: "Look, Lao Xie, I am still very good to you."
"Shut up."
Hei Wuchang was annoyed, but his expression was not affected at all. He glanced at Lin Ling, smiled heartily, and waved his hand: "Come on, Miss Lin, use your chopsticks!"
When Lin Ling heard this, she reluctantly put the plate down from her mouth, closed her mouth, and reluctantly picked up the chopsticks.
Hei Wuchang clapped his hands: "Waiter, pour some wine."
The wine pour slowly fell along the rim of the cup, lighting up a clear column of water.
…
Pillars of blood spattered on the ground and instantly solidified into scabs on the dry land, exuding warm blood.
He listened to his footsteps rushing across the ground and breathed backwards with all his strength. Every time he took a breath, he felt like burning pain.
There was liquid on his eyelids, which he didn't know whether it was blood or sweat, and it stung him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. The shouts from behind were still coming, and he was covering the wound on his right arm. Blood was still flowing out of half of his forearm.
There was a sudden sound of wind behind my ears.
Whoosh!
Another arrow hit him.
His left shoulder seemed to have been stepped on by an elephant, causing his whole body to stumble forward. He reluctantly fell forward a few steps, stood up unsteadily, and continued to run forward without stopping.
You can't fall now. Once you fall, you can never get up again.
There is a dry forest ahead. As long as you pass through the dry forest, you will reach Yinshan Mountain.
He is now focusing all his thoughts on Yin Mountain.
As long as we get to Yinshan...
The sound of horse hooves sounded behind them, as well as their noisy shouts:
"Hurry! We can't let him go to Yinshan!"
"Stop him!"
"I've been hit by 7 arrows and half of my arm is gone. Why are you still running?"
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer.
There was a sudden chill on his neck, and he lowered his head subconsciously.
Kankan dodged an arrow aimed at the back of his head.
Several more feather arrows flew past him.
Did he get hit by an arrow again?
He didn't know, he just ran as hard as he could, blood spilled on the ground, and his body was getting colder.
He felt as if a layer of dry frost had gathered at the corners of his mouth.
The dead forest is close at hand.
But the sound of horse hooves was already behind him.
The sound of breaking wind.
It should be the sound of the blade falling.
He didn't hide.
He knew there was no way to hide.
The Yinshan Mountain in his sight suddenly blurred, and the Yinshan Mountain turned into a blood-red afterimage, falling crookedly in his field of vision.
He still wants to run.
Then he saw his legs, which were not connected to his body. The area above his waist was now a bloody ball of air.
He looked towards the dead forest.
Blood overflowed into his eyes, turning red.
The dead forest that had been silent for thousands of years now seems to be covered with blood-red branches and leaves. The blood flowed in his eyes, as if the autumn wind was blowing through a dense maple forest, rustling.
A panting voice came from the side:
"... If he can really run, this arrow has pierced his lungs. He is still running. I am exhausted..."
"Fortunately, he is the last one, right?"
"Our group must be, let's go back, we are exhausted..."
As if to vent their anger, several people stabbed him several more times with their guns, leaving several more bloody holes.
One person thought of something and suggested: "Why don't we wait? He is a soul. When he really dies, his soul will be gone. Let's work more carefully, lest we get into trouble if he is still alive."
Several other people seemed to be evaluating this suggestion: "Half of his arm is gone, eight or nine arrows are stuck in it, and there are so many holes in his body. Forget it, the key is that his waist is broken now, can he still live?"
"Be careful of the ship that sails ten thousand years."
"Forget it, it's up to you. Don't go back too early, maybe there will be other jobs."
Soon, his body began to burst apart, silently, and the broken soul spun up and disappeared without a trace in a few seconds.
Several people shrugged and turned around to walk back, but someone still heard a strange sound keenly.
It seemed like... the sound of a venomous snake spitting out its poison.
He looked down and saw a round spherical object slipping out of the man's scattered clothes.
It's a bomb.
Several people looked at each other.
There was a bang.
Everything is calm.
After a few more seconds, they emerged from the smoke with grinning teeth, their bodies covered in blood and flesh, but those wounds were recovering rapidly.
"It hurts me so much..." The person who said this had half of his head cut off, and now it looked like a bitten tomato, with juice flowing down from it.
"I still have this hand." This man lost half of his arm, and now his arm is trying to grow back.
"Don't he know we can't kill him?"
"That hurts enough."
"He is really dead this time. Go back, Xiao Qiu is still waiting for us in his room."
There was silence in the team for a while.
A timid voice said: "Uh, I'm here."
"…Then who is in that room?"
There was another moment of silence.
A hesitant voice asked: "That's what I said. We won't fall into the trap of trying to trick the tiger away from the mountain, right? No way? Brothers? Can you all say something?"
…
"Then let me say a few words. I, Bao Zheng, became an official in 1027. By 2027, it will be a thousand years of ups and downs in the officialdom..."
Master Bao was obviously a little drunk, but he was still sober. Li Jianguo glanced at the people next to him, and they all looked half drunk.
Now that the wine is half drunk, Hei Wuchang puts his hand on Bai Wuchang's shoulder and chats enthusiastically; Li Jianguo props his head on the dining table, listening to Bao Zheng stroking his beard and talking; Lin Ling drums like a hamster Mouth, drink warm wine and cook rice one mouthful at a time.
Bao Zheng was slightly drunk, and a trace of redness emerged from his dark cheeks with difficulty. With a dark red face, he continued: "In the thousand years of ups and downs in the officialdom, I have almost...only the first few decades. It floats, and everything else sinks, sinks, sinks, sinks, sinks, sinks so much that it can no longer sink. Now it has sunk to the underworld and is scumming. The Jade Emperor made me the King of Yama. I originally thought that the underworld would serve as a trial for crimes committed in the underworld. This place should be the most selfless, but I didn’t expect..."
Li Jianguo listened to what Bao Zheng said one by one, and suddenly realized that Mr. Bao always seemed to be a tightly sealed iron box. He only saw his family, country and world, and never showed you the depth of his heart. What exactly does it look like.
"...After resigning from King Yama, I have been sewing and mending, but how can the gap in the river embankment be solved by mending? I was also very confused...but, I saw hope from Mr. Li..."
Bao Zheng obviously wanted to talk about something today. Li Jianguo felt that the seal in Bao Zheng's heart seemed to be loosened a little. Through the smell of alcohol, maybe he could see his heart as a "person" rather than "Bao Zheng" Real thoughts.
However, the seal was immediately sealed tightly.
There were three knocks at the door.
The drunken Master Bao immediately disappeared, and Bao Zheng immediately returned to his usual serious expression and sat upright on the stool.
It was Po Meng who came in.
Hei Wuchang saw the coming person and said with a smile: "What, will the boss lady come to settle our accounts in person today?"
Bao Zheng could see Po Meng's strange expression at a glance. He immediately stood up and took a few steps forward with a solemn expression.
Po Meng held a bright red piece of paper in her hand and handed it to Bao Zheng without saying a word.
Bao Zheng took the piece of paper, looked at it carefully, and then stood there, looking at Po Meng's face. Li Jianguo didn't see Bao Zheng's current expression.
Po Meng nodded slowly.
Bao Zheng turned around and said with a heavy voice: "It seems that the celebration banquet is over, my lords."
Bao Zheng placed the piece of paper on the dining table, and Li Jianguo saw that the bright red was actually stains of blood.
"Eighteen levels of hell, the mutiny has fallen."
