Hearing what Xiong Ming said, Lu Zhicheng shook his head.
Although this guy is a local snake from Mengmalang, his appearance as an old scholar is enough to show that in his heart, he is already a literate intellectual.
For an intellectual, the word grab is extremely vulgar.
Lu Zhicheng smiled and said: "The word robbery is not a good choice. I, Lu, am a cultural person. As the saying goes, a gentleman loves money and gets it in the right way."
At this time, Hua Muling, who had been silent, suddenly asked, "Then I would like to ask Mr. Lu, what do you want from us?"
Mr. Lu smiled and said, "A key!"
Hearing the word "key", not only Xiong Ming and Hua Muling, but also me, who had been hiding behind the crowd, were stunned.
I thought to myself: "Key? What key?"
But then the scene in my previous dream when I was in the hospital emerged subconsciously in my mind, so I thought to myself: "Is it the key to the fountain of youth that those guys said? Isn't that the Four Directions Seal? Then The Sifang Seal is clearly in Mr. Xu’s hands now. If they didn’t bother Mr. Xu, why did they come to us and ask us for that thing?”
I was inexplicably surprised, and Xiong Ming and Hua Muling were also confused by Monk Zhang Er.
Xiong Ming tilted his head and asked: "Key? What key? Is it our door key? Or is it yours? You girl lost your key. Why did you come to me instead of looking for it on the street?" "
Seeing Xiong Ming making jokes here, Lu Zhicheng, who had always pretended to be elegant, became a little bit unbearable.
His face darkened slightly, and he said sternly: "The boss has told me to be polite to you. As long as you are willing to cooperate and don't embarrass yourself, try not to embarrass yourself. That's why I will always greet you with such a smile. But what if..."
Xiong Ming curled his lips and said, "But if I don't cooperate all the time, what can you do to me?"
Lu Zhicheng said in a deep voice: "Then I can only offend you."
Before Lu Zhicheng finished speaking, a horse-faced man next to him suddenly yelled and rushed towards Xiong Ming with a shovel in his hand.
Xiong Ming was afraid of a fight, so he shouted: "You're here just in time!"
Then, Xiong Ming rushed forward and ran towards the horse-faced man.
Perhaps, the horse-faced man was used to dominating here, and he had never seen Xiong Ming's desperate fighting style. He was stunned for a moment before Xiong Ming took the lead.
Anyone who has ever fought on the street knows that one fights for courage and the other fights for strength. When the courage and strength of each other are almost the same, it goes along with the old saying: "Strike first is the strongest."
Seeing the horse-faced man stunned for a second, Xiong Ming raised his hand without hesitation and punched the guy on the bridge of the nose.
Just hearing a "pop", the horse-faced man's wine-stained nose suddenly tilted to one side, and the blood was like a shower, and in an instant, it drew a beautiful arc in the air.
After a successful blow, Xiong Ming didn't waste any time. He rode on this guy and fired his bow left and right. In less than two seconds, the horse-faced man became a veritable pig-headed man.
Seeing their brother being beaten, the others couldn't sit still. They each rushed towards Xiong Ming and Hua Muling with their weapons in hand.
Seeing a fight starting here, I turned around to separate the crowd and rush over to help.
But at this moment, Hua Muling caught a glimpse of me hiding behind the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, Hua Muling shook her head at me and winked at me.
I followed her gaze in another direction and found that the man in black robe was walking quickly along a path toward the southeast of Mengmalang.
I understood what Hua Muling meant, and I immediately stopped hesitating. I made a "pay attention to your own safety" gesture to Hua Muling, and then quietly withdrew from the crowd.
Then I turned around, spread my legs and chased towards the southeast of Mengmalang.
At first, the man in black robe didn't walk too fast, and it wasn't too strenuous for me to follow him.
But maybe my tracking skills were too amateurish, or maybe this guy was too cunning. After a while, he started to speed up his pace and ran all the way along the not too wide trail of Mengmalang.
Here I feel it is necessary to mention the overall structure of Mengmarang.
Although this place sounds like a town, it is actually more like an ancient city.
The entire town of Mengmalang is surrounded by one-meter-high earthen walls, and there are earthen houses one after another in the city. Except for the two main roads that run through Mengmalang's north-south and east-west roads, they are slightly wider and can be walked side by side. Apart from the two motor vehicles, the rest of the place is all narrow roads.
According to my estimation, most roads in this place are only large enough for two or three people to walk side by side.
The man in black robe was obviously very familiar with the terrain of Mengmalang. After running around for a while, he turned into an alley and disappeared.
There are a total of seven houses in the hutong. In addition to three houses on the left and right sides, there is also an independent two-story building in the innermost part of the hutong.
Although the alley is not very wide, there are many people in it.
Most of these people are locals. Their dark skin and coarse cloth coats make them look like they are the lowest level people living in this place.
These people were busy doing their own thing. When they saw me coming to the alley, they stopped what they were doing and looked at me with angry faces.
I did not walk into the alley rashly, but stood at the entrance of the alley and looked at the people inside, wondering in my heart: "Grandma! Did this guy lead me here on purpose?"
At this moment, an extremely alluring aroma of meat suddenly floated out from the innermost part of the alley.
I turned my head and glanced towards the end of the alley, and saw an oversized pot propped up not far below the two-story building.
I don't know what's cooking in the pot, but an old lady is stirring it with an extra-large spatula.
I moved my nose, and the scent entered my nasal cavity unceremoniously.
“It smells so good!”
After I sighed, I didn't care about the glaring guys in the alley, and walked straight to the bottom of the two-story building.
I pulled a chair over, sat down next to the old lady, and said with a smile: "Moula (this is a Tibetan name for grandma), what are you cooking?"
The old lady looked at me with a pair of rusty eyes and said with a smile: "Young man, I am making meat soup."
"Meat soup?" When the old lady said this, I couldn't help but be stunned and asked in surprise: "Is there still meat soup here?"
The old lady nodded and said with a smile: "Of course! You can eat meat soup everywhere. This Guo Rou will be ready soon. Young man, do you want a bowl?"
I looked at the old lady and said, "Moura, how much does a bowl of your meat soup cost? If it's not very expensive, I might consider having a bowl of such fragrant meat soup."
The old lady smiled when she heard what I said, showing the few remaining teeth in her mouth, and after a while she said, "No money, just a bowl of meat soup."
As she said that, the old lady slowly filled a bowl of meat soup from the big pot and handed it to me.
I took some blackened porcelain bowls, held the meat soup in my hands, put it under my nose and smelled it. An indescribable aroma instantly stimulated the glutton in my stomach.
I sighed: "It smells so good!"
After saying that, I picked up the spoon and took two big bites.
The meat soup is stewed very well. After adding the unique Tibetan spices, it melts in your mouth and has a very special medicinal aroma.
At the beginning of the period, I was not used to eating some of it, but after eating two spoonfuls, I gradually became obsessed with the taste.
No matter what, he opened his cheeks and swallowed the whole bowl of meat soup in a short time.
I wiped my mouth and asked with a smile: "Maura, your stewed meat soup is really delicious. Can I ask what kind of meat it is?"
The old lady smiled and said, "This is made of earth dragon meat!"
I frowned and asked, "Earth Dragon? You said this is...snake soup?"
The old lady smiled and nodded and said, "That's right! What, young man? Are you not used to snake soup?"
I shook my head and said with a smile: "Although this is my first time eating snake, the dragon soup you made by Mo La is so delicious that I want to have a bowl again."
The old lady said: "Okay, let's have another bowl."
With that said, the old lady took the bowl I handed over, poured a large spoonful of snake soup into the pot, and put it into the bowl.
I took the bowl handed back by the old lady, ate all the snake soup in one go, and then sighed with satisfaction.
I put down the bowl in my hand, looked at the old lady and asked, "Maura, can I ask something?"
The old lady continued to stir the pot full of snake soup with the big spatula in her hand. When she heard my question, she smiled and said: "Are you asking about a thing? Or a person? If, you are looking for In human terms..."
The old lady waved her finger and pointed to the small second-story building behind her, and said: "If you are looking for someone, then go directly to the second floor! There is someone waiting for you somewhere!"
I looked at the old lady in surprise and said, "Maura... do you know what I'm here for?"
The old lady smiled and said: "You, a foreigner, found this place in such a complicated place as Mengmalang, not because of my bowl of meat soup. Since you have eaten my meat soup, we are friends." And only friends can go to that place.”
When the old lady said this, she patted my shoulder with a smile and said, "Come up quickly! Don't let people wait for too long. He doesn't like waiting for others."
I looked at the old lady and asked in surprise: "Is there someone waiting for me upstairs? Does he know I will come?"
The old lady nodded, but didn't say anything. Instead, she continued to use an extra-large spoon to stir the snake soup in the iron pot.
I saw that the old lady didn't want to say anything else, so I had to sigh and strode up to the two-story building behind the old lady.
The two-story building was very dark, with all the windows closed, a layer of thick curtains hung on it, and only a small dim lamp lit in the room.
A man was leaning back on a lounge chair not far from the window.
