"What...what is going on?" The master of ceremonies scratched his head, obviously puzzled by the situation in front of him: "I heard they said that they put sweat medicine in your wine, so I thought of waking you up...It seems It seems like I’m worrying too much!”
"Yeah...but we already knew that." He Nan pointed at his companions one by one and said: "This big man, the Mongolian sweat medicine is useless to him; this little man is an expert in using Mongolian sweat medicine for others; As for the two ladies, they both have the ability to distinguish, so they didn’t drink at all.”
"As for me..." He Nan retched, suppressed the burning feeling in his throat, and shook his wet hands: "I induced vomiting by picking my throat."
The host nodded: "I see... Since you are all awake, leave quickly... They will be here soon."
As the saying goes, wealth is not revealed. At noon, the eldest son of the village chief came to ask for money from He Nan. He Nan happily accepted the gift, which made people look at him. That's true. How could anyone give money to a stranger like this? Are people following the family? So the son of the village chief decided that He Nan was either afraid of him, or he was too rich to burn, or a combination of the two, so he had evil intentions and gathered young men from the same village to rob him.
So he first contacted He Nan's house. The man was already greedy for money and knew that this group of people was generous, so he had a wrong idea and did something at the banquet in the evening. He only waited for everyone to fall into unconsciousness. To get the money, they may have gathered together and prepared to surround them at this moment.
"If we really have to leave, we would have left long ago. Do we still need to wait here?" Even when faced with Chai Sichou, the young master without clothes, He Nan always faced the difficulties. How could a group of villagers who were interested in making money? What's wrong with him? "It's you, you're here to tip us off. If they find out, I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain, right?"
The emcee shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I'm not from this village either. I'll probably stop coming here in the future! Our funeral team is the only one in this village, and we're not afraid of not having any work to do - it's just that these people have to It's really disgusting to attack passers-by, and I think you are quite compatible, so I told you about it."
Although he was just a village man, this young man was neither humble nor arrogant in the face of these visitors from all over the world, and he spoke frankly.
"But to save you, I don't want to make my situation very difficult. The village chief's family is still somewhat powerful, so let's say goodbye here. I'll go first." The master of ceremonies said to everyone. Holding his fists, he was about to leave first, but He Nan reached out and grabbed him.
"Listen to the noise outside... You're running late! You can't leave now even if you want to." He Nan realized early in the morning that a group of bandits were surrounding him outside, and reached out to hold him: "If I were you, Now just calm down and get ready to watch the show."
"Watching a show? What show are you watching?" The emcee was also confused and didn't quite understand what He Nan meant - could it be that with only five or six people, including two girls and a guy who was sleeping in a coma, this guy wanted to do it? Against the men in a village? Although he heard He Nan claiming to be a martial artist today, he had never seen any masters in his life, and he just felt that no tiger could hold down a pack of wolves.
This master of ceremonies is a good person, but his knowledge still limits his thinking, making him a little narrow-in fact, he doesn't even need five or six people, just one person can probably solve this troublesome matter. Of course, He Nan was not referring to himself. To be honest, he could rely on his strong strength and the threat of the evil sword to hold Chai Sichou down, but so many people swarmed him and probably overwhelmed him, but other than He Nan When people beat these villagers, they just chop melons and vegetables, and they fall apart.
Seeing that He Nan was so calm and unable to escape, the host of the ceremony who didn't know what he was talking about simply sat down and waited for the good show from this guy's mouth to begin. But He Nan didn't talk so much nonsense and showed off his own style. Cross the threshold and come face to face with these ravenous hyenas.
"You didn't drug them?" Seeing He Nan and others arrogantly walking around, the leader's son, the village chief, quickly looked in a low voice at the man who was staying with the group. Of course, he is not stupid. At least he has not revealed his intentions yet. He did not announce it loudly just to still have room for mediation, so he slightly avoided He Nan's scorching gaze.
However, how could He Nan give others the opportunity to avoid fighting? The chance was that at the same time that the village chief's son turned his head, the voice actively shouted
The voice sounded at the right time: "Brother and everyone have surrounded me here with great force. What is your intention?"
"Are you talking? Are you mute?" He Nan was so angry when he opened his mouth that he asked a few words without even taking a breath. Does the son of the village chief also want to say that you give me some time to answer? But opening his mouth like this meant losing both the battle and the people, so he had to find a way to start another topic, but he saw the suona hand walking with that group of people.
"I wonder who leaked the secret, and it turned out to be you..." The village chief's son avoided eye contact with He Nan and focused on picking the weaklings. When he saw the guy who tipped off the information, he used unkind words: "The last name is It’s huge, we are like the same people from all over the country, and our village has always treated your funeral procession well, so why are you siding with outsiders today?”
"I'm just not on your side." Pang Yiran pursed his lips. In fact, he was naturally used to this kind of extortion of money under the pretext of funerals, and he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business. But seeking money and killing people is another matter: "We are all neighbors. Listen to my advice. These people are not easy to mess with. Just apologize and stop, and this matter will be over." .”
"Don't just take it upon yourself to make a decision for me..." He Nan complained. He came here just to play with people. If Pang Yiran made peace, how could he play?
"Sorry, I'm used to it, you can do whatever you want." Pang Yiran shrugged again - despite his young age, his family has been engaged in the funeral industry for generations, and he has built a team since his grandfather, and more than half of the team are The craftsmanship has been passed down for three generations. His father died early and his uncle is in poor health. Now he basically has to leave the funeral procession in his hands.
"Okay, now that the window paper has been pierced, let's stop hiding it - you want to steal the money, and we don't want to run away... Who will come out first to die?" He Nan put his hands on his hips and started yelling Order troops.
"Haha, you thought you were going to listen to storytelling? Why are you doing that one-on-one battle before battle?" Seeing that the young man was so domineering and unafraid, the village chief's son expected that he was a man who didn't know the heights of the world. He only thought what the other party said today. The storm in the martial arts world is all about boasting: "Come with me!"
There are dozens of men in this village, and the village chief is usually the only one who follows him. Although the village chief himself has gone to the west, his power has not diminished, and he has been mobilized by his son. At this moment, everyone is Surrounded by people, the man who rented a house to He Nan was rushing to the front, as if he was eager to make a contribution.
Originally, he wanted to say something to boost his power, but when he was about to speak, he was blocked by his brother Shu Hao. A big hand was covering the man's face, and he only pushed and dragged him, and the man was gone immediately. breath.
"Don't kill people...Ge Shu." He Nan frowned. Although Ge Shu Hao was a generous man, he was once the king of thieves after all.
"I know it well." Brother Shuhao nodded. Before leaving, He Nan repeatedly ordered him not to kill people at will. He kept in mind that he just knocked the man unconscious.
This ragtag group of people were entangled here because of their greed for money and fear of the village chief. Seeing that the first person who came forward was taken down with one move, they all stopped and did not dare to act rashly.
"Continue?" Brother Shuhao laughed and stretched his fists and legs to fight back a few people.
"Old Wei, why don't you take action?" Seeing that Wei Kui rarely calmed down like this, He Nan started to provoke him again, but who is Old Wei? He was practicing martial arts in order to challenge the masters, so how could he care about these crooked people? Even though He Nan jumped up and down, he didn't respond and just sneered from the side.
However, the villagers were somewhat united. The unarmed people in front were beaten and scattered. Immediately, under the instigation of the village chief's son, they picked up rakes, pitchforks and other sharp farm tools and resumed the offensive, tying up Ge Shuhao who was alone in the battle. Can't get out.
"You're not going to take action?" Xiao Yu gently rolled his wrist, ready to assist with a move or a half, but when he saw Old Wei, he still hugged his arms and looked like it had nothing to do with him.
"If he can be defeated by this group of losers, wouldn't his hard work with me for so many days be in vain?" Wei Kui curled his lips: "He is also the number two person under King Taishan after all, so don't look down on him. ah!"
While he was talking, Brother Shu Hao had already snatched the hatchet from one person's hand. Although the knife was blunt, it was just right for dealing with this group of people. Even if it hit a vital part, it would not be fatal - and Brother Shu Hao was also like swimming.
The dragon general slashed and slashed in the crowd, and the son of the village chief was frightened and backed away, trying to use his companions as a barrier to escape. But when a tree falls, the hozens scatter. This kind of rural fighting has always been about swarming up and dispersing. Without the backbone of the leader, the rest of the people have no fighting spirit. They throw down their weapons and run away.
Ge Shuhao captured the perpetrator and threw him in front of He Nan. The guy didn't dare to raise his head. He lay on the ground shaking like chaff, but he didn't know whether he should say anything to beg for mercy.
"Hey... what is this?" He Nan shook his head and sighed: "The old woman who was kneeling in the mourning hall that day and crying bitterly was your mother, right? You said she lost both her husband and her son. How difficult is it?"
"For the sake of your recently deceased father, we won't take your life, but if you want to survive, you have to show an attitude, right?"
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