Yue Guanchao was curious and turned his eyes to ask Tang Dianrong:
"Brother, which god are you offering sacrifices to? Why does it look so evil to me!"
After listening to his words, the bandit leader seemed afraid that something would hear them:
"Hush, little brother, you don't know something. The survival of our brothers depends on this kind of Bodhisattva. You must not offend it."
"Annoyed? Is this idol alive?"
He asked deliberately, hoping to get more useful information out of the bandit leader.
Tang Dianrong looked around and nodded:
"Yes, I won't hide it from you. My surname is Tang, and I make a living as a escort. When I took my brothers, I wanted to go to Daxinganling for a escort trip, but I didn't expect to encounter a group of bandits raiding the village. All the treasures in the Witch Coffin Town were looted, and even the old, weak, women and children were not spared. They killed the ones who were killed and maimed the ones who were crippled."
"Everyone who travels north and south to seek a living has a warm heart. My brothers and I worked together and chopped down the gang of bandits in three strokes, five divided by two, and wanted to find the original road. But I never thought that I would end up lost, wandering around the town but unable to get out."
"What happened next?" Yue Guanchao pretended to be curious and continued to ask.
From here, Tang Dianrong's eyes turned to Wu Yueniang and his wife:
"Later, when the brothers were about to run out of ammunition and food, the villagers in the village who had not been harmed discovered us, and then we found a place where the brothers could be fed and clothed so that they would not freeze to death."
"In this world, people are the most icing on the cake, and very few are the ones who help when the time is right."
"As soon as I was moved, I recognized them as brothers and sisters. The two Bodhisattvas who brought you back also told us how to use flesh and blood to sacrifice to the gods. As long as we use mortal blood to sacrifice to them every few days, wait until the next day. If you go out, you will definitely find food and fruits."
"What do you mean, you use human blood to sacrifice to the evil god because you want to exchange human lives for food?"
Yue Guanchao knew he was talking nonsense, but if he was really an inexperienced boy, he might have been tricked into it.
Tang Dianrong nodded reluctantly, his eyes were extremely sad, and anyone would pity this old man who had studied for more than half a century.
He grabbed Yue Guanchao's hand, cried and wiped his tears and said:
"You don't know, this village is very weird. The great god who allows people to sacrifice their flesh and blood is considered to be merciful to mortals. But do you know what those things are outside?"
He paused, fear showing in his eyes, and even his voice trembled:
"That thing is the attendant of the evil god. It is hidden in the back mountain. Once the brothers are taken away by them, they will not know whether they are alive or dead. Fortunately, my brothers and sisters have an idea. Otherwise, my old life will have to be handed over here. What do you think? , when will it be the end?"
"By the way, I haven't asked you your names yet, how did you get in?"
As expected, the fox tail couldn't be hidden anymore.
Yue Guanchao was still thinking about the meaning of Tang Dianrong's words, but the bandit leader couldn't help but ask questions.
He guessed that all the courtesies and stories he had just made up were just to trick them out, so that he could follow the same pattern and escape. Of course, he could also test whether others had figured out his identity as a Kanto bandit.
This act could be said to kill two birds with one stone. Yue Guanchao was secretly afraid. If he really revealed his true face to his face, he would have to break into the Palace of Hell, and he might not be arrested on the spot.
After thinking about it, Tang Dianrong was obviously unlucky, and he couldn't guarantee that he would actually find the exit.
Yue Guanchao rolled his eyes and had an idea in his mind: "Mr. Tang, we have a fleet outside the town. If you don't mind it, come with us. What do you think?"
As soon as Tang Dianrong heard that Yue Guanchao had a fleet, the remaining worry in his eyes gradually dissipated in the surprise, and turned into a look of greed, and even bloodshot eyes appeared with excitement.
He immediately grabbed Yue Guanchao's hand, and asked eagerly like an old smoker addicted to cigarettes: "Where is it?"
How could the bandits allow others a chance to get out alive? Yue Guanchao understood that once the exact location of the fleet was obtained, Tang Dianrong would immediately issue a kill order.
He had to ensure the safety of his companions, so he could only continue to lie: "This fleet has not arrived yet. We will not come to respond until we finish collecting herbs."
"Okay, okay, the lives of dozens of my brothers are in your hands, so I should give you a big salute."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Dianrong made a move to kneel down. Yue Guanchao quickly supported him, hoping that he would lose his life only if he accepted the bandit's gift.
"Then I'll have someone clean up your room for you. You can rest first. When things are settled, I'll leave with you."
Tang Dianrong's eyes signaled that the older man among the bandits led a few bandits to open the hidden door on the east wall and made an invitation gesture.
Yue Guanchao glanced inside. There were only a few futons inside, which were probably used as a private cell. His heart sank, and he realized that the situation had changed. It was called rest, but it was actually a prison.
Yue Guanchao understood the principle of people staying under the eaves. He was about to lead people into the east hall. The old bandit who was blind in one eye stopped in front, looking at their guns with his mouth open:
"Now that we're all in the house, please unload all the guns to prevent them from misfiring."
Yue Guanchao wanted to hit someone, but the old man Wu Tuman pulled him away. He also knew that it was unrealistic. He sneered a few times and put away his companion's gun and put it aside.
When the old bandit saw them put down their guns, he asked a few soldiers to search their bodies to make sure they didn't hide any short guns, and then he was completely relieved.
As everyone walked into the room, the old man closed the stone door with a bang, and then the chain rang. It seemed that it was locked from the outside.
Yue Guanchao scanned the east side of the hall. There was only a round window with iron grilles above his head, and several niches dug around it. Oil lamps were burning, which could only illuminate the room.
There were a few cabinets scattered in the nook and cranny, and I didn’t know what they contained. Apart from these, there were weeds and futons all over the floor, and nothing else.
Seeing that the old man Utuman was not worried, he sat cross-legged and meditated on the futon, squatted next to the old man and said:
"Uncle Utuman, if we take care of this guy, we will be completely at a disadvantage and it will be impossible to escape."
"You want to escape?" Utuman half-opened his eyes, as if he was laughing at him.
The old man paused and his tone became mysterious:
"Young students, if we don't enter this witch sacrificial temple, it is really possible to escape, but now we are in the wolf's den, where can we escape."
"I just remembered that Wu Yueniang led us to the shrine on purpose. The situation was critical at the time, and we followed her without even thinking. As long as we enter the shrine, we will die if we go out. If we stay, he will The bet is that we won’t dare to fight, and we’ll be fooled into surrendering our guns.”
"Tang Dianrong is sure to kill us. If you don't surrender your gun, you will have to surrender your life. He stabs people with soft knives. It's a good plan. It's a good plan."
"Now, we can only take one step at a time."
