After the Strange Talk Prevails

Zhou Ming looked at the Rakshasa man, and had already abandoned the option of fighting in his heart, and concentrated all his thoughts on the negotiation.

According to his judgment, the Raksha man did not simply want to kill them. For example, just now, the opponent could end the fight in an instant, but he did not re-engrave the knife wound on his neck, but re-engraved it on his thigh. superior.

This shows that the other party does not want to kill them right away, at least there is still room for negotiation.

"Are you sent by someone wearing a crying and laughing mask?" Zhou Ming asked tentatively.

"Where did your necklace come from?" Rakshasa man asked.

"Huh? This?" Zhou Ming was surprised, picked up the necklace around his neck and shook it, "My teacher gave it to me."

Rakshasa man stared at the necklace, took a long sigh of relief, and said with emotion, "It's really a wonderful fate."

The shocking pressure on the opponent disappeared, and then he slowly inserted the samurai sword back into its sheath, and said, "Just let you live, and tell your teacher for me, tell him to live from the cave. They were not the only ones who came back."

Zhou Ming was stunned.

The fuzzy puzzles in his mind were all shattered at this moment, and he realized that the direction of his thinking had made a huge mistake.

The relationship between Raksha Man and Crow made him understand that this matter is not so simple.

Thinking about it carefully, Rakshasa man is not necessarily a killer sent by crying and laughing. He is too strong. Compared with Sun Gong, he doesn't know how many times stronger. At the same time, sending Sun Gong and him makes the former very redundant.

In addition, they experienced the sandstorm and chose the nearest route after walking out of the lost area. The exit to Sanyang Village was not the original one. If Rakshasa man was really a killer sent by laughing and crying, how could he be a prophet?

Why would you let yourself go?

Crying and smiling drove a person to grab the deadly handle of the other party. If Rakshasa man is really a killer sent by the other party, it is impossible for him to leave alive, but the other party has determined to let them go.

"Are you not the one sent to cry and smile?" Zhou Ming asked cautiously, for fear of offending the other party.

"I don't know any crying and smiling faces, I am just a coincidence here." Raksha man said lightly, "If you are destined to see you again."

After speaking, Luo Shanan walked around Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan and walked towards the depths of the stone hill.

Zhou Ming struggled to stand up from the ground and shouted at the back of the opponent: "Why are you attacking us? Why are you killing them!"

He just wanted to know the answer, but Rakshasa man did not answer, let alone stop. He walked to the back of the motorcade and found Chen Sanle lying in the pile of corpses.

Chen Sanle lost his poker mask, lay down on the dead pile in the uniform of a mercenary, and pressed the broken foot with other people's corpses, trying to pretend to be a dead mercenary.

But he was easily found by the Raksha man.

Raksha Man kicked the corpse that covered his broken leg with one foot, and he saw that the cut surface of the broken ankle of the opponent had a slight bulge in the center, as if another foot was about to grow.

As for his severed wrist, his injury seemed to have improved a lot.

"Come with me, you are qualified to live." Raksha Man said to Chen Sanle lying on the ground.

Chen Sanle shuddered and turned to look at the terrifying Raksha mask, hesitating in his heart.

He had no choice, and finally got up obediently.

Rakshasa man immediately carried Chen Sanle on his shoulders, jumped up and landed on a lower rock, and then jumped a second time and jumped to a higher rock, and several vertical leaps disappeared from Zhou Ming's vision.

He left, leaving only his body all over the floor.

"Good luck, I didn't expect that your necklace saved us." Wang Siyan stood up and looked at the silver coin around Zhou Ming's neck with a thoughtful expression.

Zhou Ming glanced at her, then at the messy battlefield behind him.

The guards were all dead, but the passengers, the driver, the slave, and the three guides were all alive, and none of the Rakshasa men were killed.

He chopped down the guy playing poker and took him away. What was the purpose?

"Now...what do we do now? Let's enter the village quickly!" The guide hidden behind the second car in the rear poked his head out and asked the only two bodyguards.

They also saw the battle between Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan just now. Although Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan lost, they are still the greatest source of security for the others. Apart from the two of them, no one can protect ordinary people like them anymore. .

"Take care of the wound, and then enter the village." Zhou Ming said.

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After several twists and turns, Zhou Ming and the others finally arrived in Sanyang Village, a huge village that they didn't know how to describe.

Five days have passed since they arrived. In five days, under the guidance of the guide, they walked around and got a general understanding of the living environment in Sanyang Village.

Sanyang Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The population living in it cannot be calculated in detail, and no one has ever counted it. However, excluding the mining workers, there are tens of thousands of people living here normally, of which about 7,000 are Sanyang. The hard workers at the bottom of the village live in primitive wooden houses, rely on kerosene candles to survive, and gather near the mines. Most of the people’s job is to manage the miners.

People who are better than them are the managers of the black market trading market. They are the minions of the rulers of Sanyang Village. They are responsible for negotiating transactions with outsiders and circulating materials. There are thousands of them.

At the top of the pyramid of this village, there are only a few hundred people. They are the largest rulers of Sanyang Village. They sit on a real armed group, possess absolute violence, and live in this remote ravine like an emperor.

Although there is no signal in this place ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can not surf the Internet, and there is less fun in interacting with the outside world, but this does not mean that the lives of the earth emperors are boring.

On the contrary, they played very lavishly. Many years ago they ordered people to carve out enough space on the mountainside to build a large European-style villa. Now they live there and house a large number of female and male slaves, female masters and males. The masters are living a desolate life.

Although there is no power station in the local area, they have purchased a large number of batteries and human-powered charging devices from outsiders to meet the power supply needs. Stand-alone games and novel books that do not require networking are their favorite entertainment methods.

Of course, these entertainments are too pediatric in Zhou Ming's eyes. Existing novels are all boring accounts in his eyes, and video games have no horror elements. Campus romance and business management are the most popular types of games.

The living standards of these people are comparable to those of the rich in the A-class residential area, which is incompatible with this poor and backward village.

According to the guide, generally they would not meet the Tu emperor, and the people who negotiated with them were the managers of the black market.

In the past five days, Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan have been recovering from their injuries while inquiring about weird news everywhere in the black market, and have gained a lot of clues.