The little leader was overjoyed when he heard what Wei Jing said. He quickly ordered the people to come and brought him food and wine to welcome him.
"Haha!" When those people saw Wei Jing, they all showed weird smiles. One of them couldn't hold his breath, laughed several times, and rushed over, shouting: "Xiao Wei, you are really good -"
Before he could finish shouting, the other guys grabbed him and held his mouth shut.
"Master Tuo has newly recruited a group of good guys who came here specifically to catch the mole. Don't make any noise. It's done. You are the leader of the Underground City Hall." Wei Jing squinted at the surprised little leader of the Underground City Hall. His face immediately turned red, and he nodded and bowed to the group of people approaching.
"Don't tell other people. If the news leaks out, tsk tsk -" Wei Jing gave the little leader a cold look and reached out to lightly chop him on the back of his neck.
"Yes! Yes, yes!" The little boss was excited and nervous at the same time, and left quickly, leaving Wei Jing to "discuss important matters" with the group of experts who came to catch the mole.
These guys all had fake human skin on their faces. Wei Jing led them to the table to eat. He pointed at the guy who called him out and said, "Shui Bantian—I recognized you as soon as you opened your mouth!"
"Aunt Zhang, Lao Xu, Zhang Sanlong, Brother Hu, Chen Kuai, Wang Taoist, Yu Erji -" Wei Jing named them one by one, toasting and laughing with these old friends.
It turned out that Wei Jing was very stretched as he had only one person to work underground, so he asked Lou Mu to recruit these partners for him. Among them, Aunt Zhang, Lao Xu, Shui Bantian, Yu Erji and others had lived underground for many years. It's familiar, and it's much more convenient when doing things.
Wei Jing spent a lot of time on how he sneaked in here, how he crouched under the bed to see the Camel God fighting the two deputy hall masters, how he led the Camel God to command the people in the underground city, until yesterday he fainted several members of the Sifang Guild. The boss and other matters will be explained in detail.
"Xiaowei, what do you want us to do down here?" Shui Bantian asked anxiously, unable to help but peel off the dummy skin on his face for some air.
"I want to return this place to the original residents, drive Chuang Tianmen back to the ground, and destroy the Sifang Guild." Wei Jing said with a groan: "The first step is to take over the Underground City Hall. These guys in the Underground City Hall are The bastards gathered by the eighth elder from various branches have no centripetal force. I will arrange for you to be a small leader to lead these bastards and deal with Lao Immortal together."
Wei Jing took out several class name tags that he had imitated by himself. The names on them were the code names that Wei Jing had chosen for everyone. The titles were much higher than those of ordinary petty bosses. He distributed these class name tags to everyone and said, "You are here. Don't call me by my name, just call me 'Brother Shenwutang'."
Everyone laughed and said, "So 'Shenwutang' is also a personal name?"
Although Shenwutang has a high status in Chuangtianmen, they are actually just the gang leader's personal bodyguards and gatekeepers.
Most of the people in the underground city hall were also doing jobs of the nature of "guards", so it was not appropriate to call Wei Jing with a title like "guard" which did not sound high enough.
It starts with the three words "Shenwutang", followed by titles such as "Uncle", "Big Brother", and "Sir".
"You haven't even grown your hair yet, so I need to call you big brother!" Brother Hu, Zhang Sanlong and others protested.
"When the bandits are eliminated and the old immortal is captured alive, I can call you grandpa. Be happy, grandpa dragon and grandpa tiger!" Wei Jing said with a smile.
"Where are the bandits?" Zhang Sanlong said, gearing up, "Let's go, let's start the fight."
"Follow me." Wei Jing showed a mysterious smile and led a group of people out of the fifth branch of Seventh Street and rushed to Twelfth Street. Twelfth Street was long, narrow and winding, and there were groups of bandits. Carrying their luggage and packages, they entered Twelfth Street shouting, and some even shouted: "It's time for a new environment!"
It turns out that these guys from the Sifanghui have lived in filthy streets for several days, and the corners are full of feces and filth. Their leader has Wei Jing imprisoned on the No. 5 branch. Without restraint, his conduct is not good. The good little bandits will naturally cause trouble from time to time, and often have conflicts and frictions with the Dunchengtang gang who are guarding them.
Wei Jing then had an idea. He cleared out the long, narrow and winding Twelve Streets, tidied up the empty rooms in each branch of the Twelve Streets, prepared meals and wine, and dispatched people in the underground city hall to gather batches of people from all directions. Bandits, all led into a new hiding place.
When these bandits heard that they had a new place to live and there was good wine to drink, they happily filed in. Some bandits started quarreling among themselves, trying to grab the more spacious cabins to live in.
"Hey, there's no grass here. Isn't that grass used to adjust the smell? Why don't we see grass?" Some bandits yelled. They had been underground for a long time and knew the function of this smelly grass.
"Brothers, isn't this coming!" A group of underground city gang members pulled carts of potted stinky grass into Twelfth Street and placed them everywhere.
"Wow, those stinky weeds are really lush, but they are the best." "This is a big advantage for them." Lao Xu, Shui Bantian and others scolded angrily. They were veterans of bandit suppression, and they saw Wei Jing serving him like this. These guys are very dissatisfied.
"These smelly grasses are beautiful." Wei Jing paused before saying, "But they have no roots."
"It has no roots?" Lao Xu was stunned and said, "The smelly grass without roots will die overnight."
"Yes." Wei Jing saw all the bandits entering Twelfth Street, and saw the people in the underground city hall placing all the rootless smelly grass inside. He pointed to the oil lamps in Twelfth Street and asked: "Four How long can a spoonful of lamp oil last?"
"About an hour, after dark, the lights will be turned off." Lao Xu replied.
"These twelve streets are the most winding and complicated streets in the underground lake. Each branch road is crisscrossed and messy. Now they feel that it is fresh and lively, clean and comfortable, with beef and wine, and fresh smelly grass..." Wei Jing said with a smile: "But Soon, all the lights will go out and you will be unable to see your fingers. How can you find the exit in this chaotic and winding Twelve Streets?"
"How come you can't find it? You can still find it if you feel the wall." Shui was dissatisfied for a long time.
"No, I can't find it." Wei Jing said confidently. He turned around and walked to a small room on the side. He opened the door and everyone went to take a look. Inside were loads of bricks, several tanks of concrete, and another room. Inside are piles of wooden piles and hundreds of heavy sandbags.
Lao Xu and Shui looked at each other for a long time, a little surprised: "Ah! You want to close the street."
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A group of city hall men came out with empty carts and came to Wei Jing to report: "All the wine has been delivered."
Wei Jing nodded and asked: "They are drinking happily." The gangsters said angrily: "We gave them all the wine and ten days' worth of beef cuts at once. Of course those guys were very happy. "
"Just be happy." Wei Jing asked again, "How is the oil lamp?"
The minions replied: "A few lights were about to go out, but no one noticed."
"Okay, let's do it!" Wei Jing gave the order, and several groups of Dichengtang gang members came over pulling carts. The carts carried three large long wooden boards. One side of the wooden boards was coated with thick mud, making it look smooth. Like a wall of earth all around.
More people from the underground city swarmed forward, winked at each other, shouted a few times, erected the three large wooden boards and put them together, instantly sealing the intersection of Twelfth Street.
When Wei Jing sent people to prepare the Twelfth Street, he deliberately sealed the doors and windows of a dozen small rooms on the bend near the street entrance with mud. The bandits came to this Twelfth Street, thinking that the one near the street entrance was There was no room in the small section of the turning, so I looked deeper.
More than a thousand bandits were scattered in the branches of Twelfth Street, drinking and eating meat, but no one stayed at the corner from the street entrance. It only took a moment for a crowd to set up these three large wooden boards to block the street entrance. The matter was not discovered by the Sifanghui people.
Everyone pressed the wooden planks, while someone on the side carried the wooden strips and pressed them on the wooden planks, nailing the three large planks into one whole surface.
The first batch of underground city hall members carried out loads of earth bricks and concrete, quickly stacked the earth bricks one by one against the wooden boards, and coated them with mud layer by layer.
