Chapter 216
Bring A Lottery Panel With You Chapter 216
2019-08-17
Chapter 214 Whether to stop byYamen.
Wang Zhifu looked anxious and had secretly informed Zhu Constable that he was about to start running.
He just got the news that the mysterious people living in his house have all decided to withdraw.
Even these mysterious abilities are going to be withdrawn.
He, the prefect, will definitely be dead end if he stays.
The people outside are still complaining here?
Cry a ghost!
Stay here and die.
"Have you packed everything?"
Wang Zhifu asked.
"Ready, gold and silver wealth are all packed."
Zhu Constable said.
"Okay, go through the back door."
Wang Zhifu said.
The front door was blocked by a group of act recklessly poor people and had to slip through the back door.
Front yard lobby.
The terrifying corpse, missing half of its body and internal organs, still lies there.
No one has asked since it was brought back.
I didn't even think it was right, so I ran away early.
The rest of the little hunters didn't have any orders from above, and they didn't dare to move easily, so they could only wait here.
Suddenly, three thin middle-aged men squeezed through the crowd and entered from outside.
A small catcher, the complexion slightly changed, hurriedly stepped forward and stopped, saying: "What are you doing? The yamen is heavy, don't rush in, get out of the way!"
Bang!
tone barely fell , his body flew upside down on the spot, embedded in the wall, turned into a puddle of flesh, and blood flowed down the wall.
The rest of the small catchers, the complexion changed, showed their horror, were shocked on the spot, and dared not move.
The three middle-aged men walked towards the corpse on the ground with indifferent expressions.
After seeing the specific appearance of the corpse, the three middle-aged men were all silent.
Long time.
They sighed.
“Why did you die?”
“Young Master, what do we do when you die?”
Three middle-aged man With a pitying expression on his face, he knelt down and kowtowed solemnly.
One of them stretched out his hand to slowly close the black robed man's round eyes, and then picked up the half-hearted middle-aged man against his shoulders.
"Young Master is dead, the people in this yamen don't live anymore, don't live, let's all be buried with you."
The man on the left said blankly.
Several small arrests looked terrified, hurriedly shouted, and fled towards the back hall.
…
Outside the city.
Qi Yun and the others came out mightily and appeared at the location of the city gate in Nancheng.
Seeing that the city gate was congested before, A'da immediately complexion sank and ordered to start cleaning up.
The people in front of them were still swearing at each other. When the people who were fighting from time to time saw the people from the martial arts gang behind them, the complexion changed.
a dying, starved camel is still bigger than a horse
In particular, there are many people in this martial arts gang. Thousands of them are all trained in martial arts, all of them are experts, and they are definitely more terrifying than the army.
Dare to contradict them at this time, I am afraid that they will be killed instantly.
The crowd quickly dispersed.
The originally congested area gave way to an avenue in an instant.
Some of the carriages and bullock carts could not be moved out, and were directly lifted and thrown aside by a group of men from the martial arts gang.
Everyone dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and could only watch the battallion of the martial arts gang drive out of the city gate.
The people in the martial arts gang just poured out, and these fleeing people swarmed towards the city gate again.
Carriages smashed into each other, causing abuse, followed by carriages' wheels being twisted, and the congestion worse than before.
That's it.
There are several carriages approaching from behind. This carriage is a bit peculiar.
It's not a treasure or something like that, it's all toilets, piled up, each carrying dozens of them.
The carriage car at the very front constantly heard the sound of puff puff puff, and the stench came along the street, which made people feel sick and cursed one after another.
"Damn it, what?"
"Where's the dung truck, roll fast."
…
The seven Netherworld Cult experts who followed the carriage looked cold, revealing the slightest terrifying light.
A bunch of things that act recklessly.
Dare to laugh at them Vice-Sect Master!
One of them showed a cruel smile, and with a wave of his palm, a terrifying flaming knife gang rushed out instantly and slashed forward, causing a scream of panic.
Ah!
pitiful yell reaching the Heaven at the city gate.
Hundreds of carriages were unavoidable, all set ablaze, crowds fled, trampling the dead, countless.
Those who had no time to escape were killed by the flaming knife Gang.
The interior of the carriage.
Zhao Heihong was still pulling on the rustling sound, and the toilet he just changed was soon full again.
His face was sallow, his face was thin, he wore thick dark circles, and he looked out of the car with a hint of pleasure.
Kill!
All should be killed!
If you dare to laugh at yourself, don't even think about living.
"Quick, come in and change the toilet for me."
Zhao Heihong shouted with difficulty.
Outside the carriage, seven Netherworld Cult complexion changed, all hesitating.
After all, this thing is too dirty, how could they do it with their own hands, just smelling the smell is enough to smoke to death.
One of them suddenly flashed his eyes, waved his palm, and grabbed seven or eight surviving poor people.
The seven or eight surviving poor hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.
"If you don't want to die, go and help the man inside to change the toilet."
That man said indifferently.
"Yes, yes."
The dozen or so poor people, such as the amnesty, all got up, hurriedly grabbed the new toilet, and went to the carriage to change the toilet.
The seven people outside brows tightly knit, thinking this is not the way.
This toilet is using up too fast.
The average time it takes to burn a stick of incense is to change it once.
"The one who just passed in front seems to be the Wu Gang. I will meet them and ask them to change the toilet for us!"
One of them suddenly said.
The few people next to it are nodded.
"That's right, let him be a trifling secular gang, so what if you give us a toilet?"
"It's their glory to give us a toilet. If you don't believe it, they dare Can't you refuse?"
"Go, catch up with them!"
The seven people looked grim and drove their horses forward to chase.
…
The grandiose of the Wu Gang's convoy came out from the direction of Nancheng.
In the carriage, Qi Yun has been closing his eyes to nourish his qi to speed up the healing of the wound.
However, although he has been keeping his eyes closed, his powerful spirit strength is also watching other movements in the periphery.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from behind.
A group of seven approached from behind and quickly stopped their convoy.
"Stop, stop all!"
One of them was shouted.
With a wave of the palm, the raging flames burned, blocking them directly in front of them.
"Wow!"
A'da complexion sank, restraining the carriage, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "What are you going to do?"
The man smiled slightly, looked at the carriage, opened the mouth and said: "Is that inside is Lord Qi Gang? I don't know where Lord Qi Gang is going, do you want to stop by?"
The others around him Everyone looked at the carriage with a faint smile.
"Where are you going again?"
The dull voice of Qi Yun came from within the carriage.
The man laughed instantly.
"Wherever Lord Qi Gang is going, let's go where we are going, how about that?"
"Yes."
Qi Yun calmly said.
He noticed these people at first.
Seeing the toilet pulled behind them, I can instantly think of their identities.
Here are the guys from Netherworld Cult!
It should be the Vice-Sect Master, Zhao Heihong!
At least seven chapters today
(End of this chapter)