Lei Peng's decision is beyond doubt.
Even though he couldn't bear to part with his warm stone room, Ma Liu had to pack up his belongings and move next door.
As for the original pickpocket No. 11, he was naturally promoted to the vacant No. 10 pickpocket.
In order for everyone to work well, the Piping Division has many reward systems.
For example, if the demon dismembers the body cleanly and does not waste materials, it will be rewarded with methods such as Vajra Kung Fu.
The higher a steakhouse ranks, the higher-end the food.
In the steakhouse before No. 10, the fruits were all spiritual fruits, and the food was no longer snacks and ordinary meats, but spiritual elixirs.
The death rate of pickpockets is frighteningly high, but few pickpockets escape and they all come back after the holidays.
Just because you stay here, as long as you don't die, you will become a peerless master sooner or later.
Entering Steakhouse No. 11, Ma Liu couldn't help but frown.
This stone room is more spacious, but the stainless steel chains are stained with blood, the bright red demon blood is soaked in the seams of the floor, and there are a lot of animal hair piled in the corners. The fishy smell is overwhelming and disgusting.
Lei Peng only collects scraps, but he doesn't bother to care whether the grill is clean or the tools are wiped.
If it is not cleaned clean for a long time, over time, the rotten flesh, moldy monster waste, various bacteria and viruses floating in the air are enough to kill a pickpocket.
"This king bitch."
Ma Liu cursed secretly in his heart, so he had to cover his mouth and nose and clean it all night.
The eleventh king, Goudan, was born a beggar and was later adopted by a butcher. He also lived in the capital, and his two families were very close to each other.
The two of them could be considered to have grown up together. They climbed trees together to take out bird eggs, peed on other people's stoves together, and went to play in the river. Ma Liu almost drowned, but Wang Goudan ran away. Later I found out that he went back to call his parents and saved Ma Liuyi's life. Both of them were taken home by their father and spread their butts.
Later, Ma Liu's biological father passed away, and he took over at a young age and had to run his own butcher shop. The two gradually lost contact.
Until they met in Papisi, they grew up, their temperaments changed, and they became strangers. They could never return to the innocence of their youth when they "plucked weeds for fragrance and worshiped each other on the spot".
Wang Goudan still looks like a beggar when he was a child, with disheveled hair and unkempt appearance. He often picks at the black mud between his fingernails and eats it.
But he is quite lively, well-spoken, and has good relations with other pickpockets.
He was most famous in the Skin Picking Department for his rough knife skills. He was whipped by Lei Peng every now and then, making everyone laugh.
Ma Liu was carefully wiping the blood on the stainless steel chain when he saw someone leaning against the stone door and pouting:
"Aren't you doing this for nothing? You have finished wiping it today, but tomorrow you will hang a demon and it will be bloody again. If you have this spare time, you might as well come out and gamble a bit for entertainment."
Wang Goudan loves to gamble, and every night he invites pickpockets to gamble.
When I first arrived, I was relatively restrained and only thought about ways to win other people's spiritual fruit and elixirs.
Later, he gradually became familiar with everyone, and even bet on the life and death of the pickpocket.
Steakhouse No. 12 changes people frequently, almost everyone dies, and only a few can last for seven days.
Ma Liu was a consumptive man and had been frail since he was a child. Wang Goudan knew him very well and made a huge bet on the spot, betting that he would run away if he could not hold on for three days.
As a result, I even lost all my underpants, so I could only make a wormwood skirt to cover my shame.
Paired with his beggar's chicken coop hairstyle, he looks like a primitive man.
Ma Liu said without raising his head:
"If you want to live a long time, a good habitat is essential."
"You can do it soon."
Wang Goudan sneered and said:
"I'm waiting to dance on the tip of the knife. Only God knows whether I can live tomorrow. You have cleaned up now, and tomorrow is so unlucky that you will die. Wouldn't you have become someone else's wedding dress?"
Ma Liu finally raised his head and glanced at the other party.
His skin has turned black, and his body bones have become much thinner than in the past few days. If things go on like this, the yin energy will erode, and he will become weaker and weaker, and he will not be able to hold on for long.
However, someone who can survive half a year without dying is definitely not a simple person.
It is very likely that he is like himself, suffering from lung disease on the surface, but actually full of energy.
Ma Liu didn't want to argue, just wiped the chains and said:
"You'd better win a piece of clothing first. Steakhouse No. 10 is not an easy place to treat."
A top-notch master who enters the Tao through martial arts can be said to have entered the Tao realm and embarked on the path to immortality.
The corpses that Lei Peng sent to Grill No. 10 occasionally contained Taoist demons.
No matter how you look at it, Wang Goudan is not as good as the original underworld master of Steakhouse No. 10, let alone a Taoist master.
When he went to Grill No. 10, it was probably Lei Peng who asked him to make room for him, so that he could have the opportunity to kill stronger demons, and Lieutenant Lei could get more benefits by joining in the crime.
"You can't beat me up, I don't know what you have suffered in these years."
Wang Goudan snorted and turned around to look for other pickpockets.
After a while, the corridor became lively, and the noise of people gambling added a bit of life to the cold Pipisi.
Ma Liu fetched water and washed away all the blood stains in the cracks in the ground. The stone door was wide open and the sounds outside could be heard.
Wang Goudan was determined to be evil and bet with him again.
I bet he won't be able to stay at No. 11 Steakhouse for two months.
As for the bet, it is Wang Goudan’s last possession, something he would be reluctant to take out even if he loses his pants——
A jade-green dog beating stick.
The world is too far away, and Ma Liu doesn't have many stories about it in his memory.
But any time traveler knows the importance of the dog-beating stick to the Beggar Clan.
There was silence in the corridor, and a pickpocket asked:
"More than ten years ago, a big change occurred in the Beggar Clan. The elder usurped the throne, killed the old gang leader, and wiped out his entire family. Only the young gang leader escaped and took away the dog-beating stick. Goudan, your surname should be Hongcai, right? "
Wang Goudan didn't want to mention the old things, so he just threw the dog-beating stick among a few people, looked at everyone sideways and said:
"Will you bet on this one or not?"
Obtaining the dog-beating stick is equivalent to carrying the imperial seal. As long as you are powerful and able to suppress everyone, you can control the largest gang of beggars in the world. The benefits are unimaginable.
But the premise is that this one can be won.
Although there was a lot of noise in Steakhouse No. 12, which proved that Ma Liu was not as simple as he appeared, his image of tuberculosis was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Old Liu from Steakhouse No. 9 even took his pulse and concluded that he would not survive more than two years. months.
No matter how talented Ma Liu is, no matter how deep he hides it, given his age, facing a huge gap in strength, it is impossible to hide his physical condition from Lao Liu.
"I will not participate in this one."
Lao Liu took the lead in waving his hands, and the others also shook their heads.
If Ma Liu was stealing a house in No. 12, they would dare to take a gamble.
Going to No. 11 is equivalent to falling into the next level of hell. Mountains of swords and seas of fire are all light, and it is not easy to die completely.
Moreover, Lei Peng did not care about Ma Liu as much as everyone thought.
I can't wait to let him go to Grill No. 11. He is not strong enough and the probability of death is very high.
Seeing that no one dared to bet, Wang Goudan raised his head and gained the upper hand with a proud look on his face.
"Seniors, you can't do this either. The wealth is overwhelming before your eyes, and you can't even hold it..."
"I'll bet with you."
Ma Liu's voice suddenly appeared in the corridor, making Wang Goudan turn around, his face full of doubts:
"You...? What are you betting on?"
"I'll bet my life on your dog-beating stick."
Ma Liupan sat down and joined the gambling game.
Wang Goudan shook his head: "Your life is too fragile."
"My life is not valuable now, but that doesn't mean it won't be valuable three months from now."
Ma Liu said:
"If I don't die in the No. 11 Grill for three months, it means that I have huge potential, and my strength must be at least halfway to the Taoist realm to survive. The value of this life is not as good as that of you, the young master of the Beggar Clan. It should be enough to beat a dead animal with a dog-beating stick, right?"
Wang Goudan rolled his eyes when he heard this.
"You don't talk much, but you have a very bad mind."
"If you die, I will gain nothing. It will be a vain gamble."
"If you insist on not dying for three months, it will still be of no benefit to me. I will lose the dog-beating stick in vain."
"No matter whether we win or lose, I will be left empty-handed, right?"
"..." Ma Liu: "Then what do you want to bet on?"
Wang Goudan thought for a while and said:
"If you can persist for three months, I'll give you the dog-beating stick, but you have to promise me one thing."
"What's up?"
"You have to survive for three months first."
"never mind."
Ma Liu shook his head and stood up decisively to go back to his room. Tu Liu Wang Goudan gritted his teeth with hatred.
