Yue Guanchao looked sideways at the left wall of the main hall. A door with animal carvings faced the openings on both sides, and many unfamiliar faces came out of it.
There were stubble-bearded gangsters, a stooped old bandit leader, a brutish bearded man wearing a mandarin sweatshirt, a fugitive with sinister eyebrows, a surly military ruffian covered in blue skin... There were no less than fifty people in all, what kind of crooked things they were. Jujube can be seen.
The truth comes from the heart. These bandits have done many things that are harmful to nature. They are all vicious and evil, and they don't look like good-natured people.
They looked at Yue Guanchao and his party with malicious eyes, and whispered to each other:
"who are they?"
"I don't know him, and he doesn't look like one of us. He's just a farmer."
"Don't worry, we won't be hungry if there are living people. I heard my grandpa say that the taste of two-legged sheep is unforgettable. I guarantee you will want to eat it again."
"If you ask me, these ones with thin skin and tender meat should be made into steamed buns. The old guy looks so old that he has bones left, so it's best if they are grilled."
"Don't be too proud. If these people are sent by the evil god and we eat them, we don't know how many brothers will die."
"Hey, there are only less than fifty of a thousand people left. We can't afford to die. We can't afford to die!"
Hearing this, everyone's hearts were in suspense!
As the old saying goes, bandits are like combing soldiers and they are like grates. Just knowing that bandits are brutal and vicious, today they can be considered alive. It stands to reason that it is understandable to kill people for money. It is more or less creepy to want to eat them.
The old man Wutuman didn't wait for the bandits to take action. He took Xiaolong, Xiaowu, Aniu and Ahu to raise their shotguns and stared at the bandits with eager eyes.
Once they make a move, be prepared to strike first.
"This old guy has quite a temper. He dares to use a gun against your gangster. I think you are too brave."
"Come on, brothers, let's also use the barrel of a gun to shoot some bright lights."
The bandits were not going to suffer. When they saw Utuman setting up a formation, they all grabbed the spears and daggers around their waists and surrounded them.
The bright dagger shines against the candlelight, making people's hearts feel chilly.
The two sides were in a confrontation, and no one was willing to admit defeat. Everyone's brows were like dark clouds covering the moon, and they refused to relax easily.
"Ahem"
With a heavy cough, the bandits made way for them.
A burly figure hidden in the darkness slowly walked into the candlelight.
When Yue Guanchao saw this person's face clearly, his eyes widened.
The middle-aged man in front of me has a Chinese-character face. His appearance is not handsome, but he can only be described as upright. He has a tall, powerful figure, broad shoulders, and a strong body.
His mottled white hair is combed back three-quarters, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes of life. A few wrinkles are pulled out from the corners of his eyes, hiding a vicious old man under his eyes. There is an aura of both good and evil officials and gangsters in his gestures, making it difficult for people to guess what his temperament is. , which makes people have to respect him.
I seem to have seen this person somewhere!
If he had never seen Tang Dianrong's portrait before, he would naturally not be able to equate the man in front of him with the murderous bandit leader.
But the photo provided by Song Siyuan was in front, so he had to believe it no matter what - this was indeed Tang Dianrong. Even after twenty years, his face had not aged much.
"You guys are used to being escorts. All you want to do is shout and kill. If you have guests coming from afar, don't be so reckless. Don't be surprised."
Tang Dianrong bowed his hands in salute to them, and immediately gave the other bandits a look. The bandits who were still arrogant just now were like silent firecrackers, and there was no movement.
His words caught Yue Guanchao off guard!
Yue Guanchao also thought that the bandit leader who was famous in the three eastern provinces must be more ferocious, but he did not expect that this Tang Dianrong had an easy-going face, good conversation, and could even be called refined and polite.
However, he didn't think this was Tang Dianrong's true face, but he didn't know why the bandit leader had to disguise his temperament.
No matter what, now is not the time to break up.
Since Tang Dianrong insisted on disguising his identity, they could not be exposed prematurely and let the bandit leader know that they were here for the treasure.
Yue Guanchao calmed down and returned the courtesy:
"It doesn't matter, my family has a strange disease and needs herbs from Wu Coffin Town. These are the villagers who took us into the mountains to collect herbs. If these two old people hadn't told us that we could hide here, we really wouldn't have known. What to do."
After saying that, Aying opened her backpack, which contained the herbs she had brought with her.
Tang Dianrong obviously didn't believe him yet. He picked up the herbs in the bamboo basket, crushed them in his hands and smelled them carefully, then looked at Wu Yueniang and Zhong Liangsheng.
The two of them were confused and didn't understand anything. They said hesitantly: "They... are good people. They came to collect herbs... take refuge, take refuge."
Few people would take the words of two confused people seriously. This madness provided a cover for Yue Guanchao. Seeing them nodding in agreement, the wariness in Tang Dianrong's eyes gradually dissipated.
The bandit leader smiled heartily:
"Since they are friends of my brother Liang Sheng and my sister-in-law, they are my friends. Even if you take refuge, my brothers will not embarrass you."
Yue Guanchao and the others breathed a sigh of relief when the crisis was relieved. These bandits could not take advantage and had to retreat reluctantly.
