Devil’s Advent

Blind Bei has assigned tasks for almost everyone, which is quite in line with his image. Throughout the ages, in many literary and artistic works, fortune tellers and military advisers mostly appear as blind people.

It's just that the profession of military adviser is relatively competitive and there are few positions, so most of the fortune tellers are blind.

These, in A Qiu's comics, are not actually shown. In A Qiu's comics, this is a demon who set up a private court and claims to be the embodiment of justice.

However, after all, people are not pieces of paper, and it is impossible to have both positive and negative sides. Therefore, in this world, when everyone breaks away from the shackles of comics, the characters become alive.

Next, everyone started to make preparations.

Feng Siniang first ordered a few helpers in the inn to go outside to publicize the news that the old lady was going to pick up the guests in person, as if a certain starlet from a certain island country suddenly announced that she would go to sea to shoot a movie.

Xue San squatted by the wellhead in the yard, with a whetstone in front of him, and began to sharpen the knife.

But what was sharpened was a small dagger and small pliers, probably the standard items of a gentleman on Liangshang.

Zheng Fan walked over curiously, squatted beside him, and asked:

"Where's your sword?"

Zheng Fan remembered that in the comics, the image of Xue San was with a big iron sword on his back. Perhaps the author Qin Siyu liked this kind of contrast very much.

Xue San raised his head and smiled at Zheng Fan while sharpening his knife, and replied:

"Report to the Lord, it's okay."

"Gone?"

"When we came to this world, everyone had nothing but the clothes on their bodies."

Zheng Fan nodded, it turned out to be the case.

At the moment, I feel a little regretful in my heart. The things that this group of people originally held in the comics should be regarded as artifacts in reality.

"Master, you can sit in the front hall first, drink tea or drink, and after tonight, we can report to the Lord what the world looks like."

"thanks everyone."

Zheng Fan didn't go to the front hall. To be honest, he was a little afraid to face the unknown. Sitting in the front hall, waiting for the guests to come in the afternoon, he looked at the guests who were dressed very differently from the modern ones. A feeling that can make it hard to breathe.

But he couldn't help but want to explore this unknown.

Maybe, I'm not used to it yet, just like a normal person watching a horror movie, feeling pain and joy.

Zheng Fan returned to his room and lay on the bed. Everyone outside was busy and getting ready. Zheng Fan took a nap.

This sleep took a lot longer than expected, and when I woke up, I found that it was already dark outside.

"I can really sleep."

Zheng Fan laughed at himself helplessly.

In fact, Zheng Fan also wanted to see if he could be of some help, otherwise he would always be ashamed and flustered when they called him "Master" one by one.

But Zheng Fan knew that he didn't seem to be able to help much, and if he forced him to help, it might be a waste of help.

Perhaps, they would be happier if they took a nap in the house and let them offer themselves as a mascot.

Leaving the room and walking into the yard, just in time, I saw A Ming again.

Ah Ming was standing in the shadow of the door of the wine cellar, holding a small file in his hand, as if trimming his nails.

When sensing Zheng Fan approaching, A Ming raised his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:

"My lord, Fan Li went to the desert with a caravan from the barbarian tribe in the afternoon, Xue San also went to camp, and the blind man went to see the wife of the school captain who patrols the city in the afternoon and hasn't come back yet."

A Ming continued to cut his nails while talking.

"Um."

Zheng Fan responded, then, after a moment of hesitation, asked:

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

A Ming was stunned for a moment, there seemed to be something meaningful in his eyes, and he said:

"Actually, Lord, you have already helped a lot."

Zheng Fan was a little speechless. He thought that what A Ming meant was that he was helping if he didn't make trouble.

Who knows, A Ming continued:

"The auction over there is over, but there are some troubles."

"What trouble?"

"The higher bidder pays a bit too much."

"so………"

Zheng Fan never doubted Feng Siniang's charm, men have different tastes, some like petite ones, some like big ones, some like cuckoo cuckoo and some like woo woo woo;

But Feng Siniang, as a perfect mature woman imagined by Qin Siyao, her every frown and smile is absolutely extremely attractive.

There is one of the most clever ways to tell whether a man is lecherous, that is to put the index finger between a man's upper lip and nose, if there is anger, it proves that he is lecherous.

"That person also has a follower, who is said to be a follower, but is more like a bodyguard.

This son came to Hutou City a few days ago, and asked two women to enter the inn from the kiln in the east of Hutou City, but the two women were carried out after entering the inn. Still alive, one has died.

He paid the silver to that kiln, and there was no trouble in that kiln. "

According to the previous arrangement, Feng Siniang opened the door to pick up guests this time because she wanted to catch a big fish, and her purpose was to torture the "world view" of this world from the mouth of this big fish.

Then, just to be on the safe side, this fish must be disposed of. After the sharing of the "world view" is over, Liang Cheng or A Ming will wear the clothes of the big fish and walk out of the inn with a "finished" attitude. Clean up the suspicion of the inn.

Originally, we only need to target that big fish, and the man

But there was an extra guard out of thin air, and there were a lot of variables. In addition, A Ming said that this person yelled the highest price, and he belonged to the one who crushed the audience. The strength may be stronger.

The devil jumps, so don't take it off.

"How about poisoning?" Zheng Fan suggested.

"I have observed it. After entering the inn, although the attendant has been sitting next to his master, he has never drank or eaten anything."

This kind of follower will require himself to stay awake at all times, so it is even more difficult to deal with.

Especially when the demon kings under Zheng Fan were ordinary people.

"Since the idea is too hard, just give up."

Zheng Fan didn't want them to lose.

A Ming smiled, his teeth were very white, he shook his head and said:

"The more powerful the attendant is, the more things the master knows, the more valuable it is for us to attack him. Besides, Si Niang has already taken money from him, so it is impossible to really let Si Niang go to sleep with him."

"Too."

"My lord, if you want to help, you can carry this jar of wine for me, go to the front hall, count the time, it's almost there."

"okay."

Zheng Fan looked around the ground, saw a small wine jar, and immediately bent down to hug it.

"So heavy..."

"It contains incense ash."

"Is this thing used for a sneak attack?"

"Well, my lord sees the timing, just hit that guard, and leave the rest to me and Liang Cheng."

"Okay okay."

Zheng Fan nodded vigorously.

"Master, go first, Liang Cheng is waiting at the stairs in the front hall."

"And you?"

A Ming pointed to the south side of the yard, where there was a ladder leading directly to the second floor of the front hall.

"I will enter Si Niang's room from the ladder, and help Si Niang control the big fish first; the guard is guarding the room in the outer room, and when you make a move, I will sneak attack from behind him in the inner room."

"good."

Although in the comic story, Zheng Fan once "killed countless people", "full of blood" and "heavy crimes", but to be honest, he is just a keyboard man. Well, he may have more imagination than ordinary keyboard men.

He didn't even kill a chicken, but he killed... well... that's really killed, he killed himself.

Zheng Fan carried the small wine jar into the front hall. Liang Cheng was indeed standing and waiting at the stairs. When he saw Zheng Fan coming with the wine jar in his arms, Liang Cheng seemed a little surprised. Apart from the surprise, he was also a little angry.

"Who told the Lord to come for you, Ah Ming?"

"I requested it myself." Zheng Fan replied.

Liang Cheng frowned, it could be seen that he was quite dissatisfied;

Zheng Fan was a little uneasy, so he could only continue: "I obey your orders, smash the incense ash and run away."

He felt that Liang Cheng thought he was useless and could only get in the way, so he was dissatisfied.

But what Liang Cheng said next surprised Zheng Fan:

"The Lord's safety cannot be lost."

This is, you care about me?

"I'll run away if I smash it, and nothing will happen. Besides, there are still you guys."

Seeing that Zheng Fan was still insisting, Liang Cheng nodded helplessly, which meant he agreed.

Immediately, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Zheng Fan naturally followed with the wine jar in his arms. In fact, Zheng Fan still felt that this action was a bit radical.

Fan Li followed the caravan to the desert to open up the vision of the barbarians; Xue San went to the government to steal documents and paper, and the blind man went to the north to seduce the wife of a general. These are actually enough, right?

But the inn intends to obtain information directly by silence. It's okay if it succeeds, but what if it fails?

However, Zheng Fan can also understand in his heart that these guys are originally monsters who kill people without blinking an eye or even take pleasure in killing in comics. When they do things, they often really only focus on the results and don't care about the process. and means.

Normal people do things when they have enough strength, but lunatics don't care if they have enough strength to do things first!

And now that the action has already started, the arrow is on the string, and there is no time to think about other things. Renfeng Siniang has already welcomed the guests into the boudoir

…………

yard,

After Zheng Fan entered the front hall,

A Ming still stood at the door of the wine cellar for a while longer.

Yes, he was still holding the small file in his hand, but he was not trimming his nails as Zheng Fan thought before.

Instead,

Plunge the tip of the file into your palm again and again.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The wounds were pierced one by one,

Immediately afterwards,

The wounds are healing one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, Ah Ming stopped his continuous self-mutilation, raised his head, and looked at the not very bright moon tonight.

he laughed.