I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

wilderness.

Wudu Mountain.

The wooden building is crawling with all kinds of poisonous insects.

The figure with disheveled hair and a long gray coat walked out of the dim wooden house. The bright moonlight fell on her face, illuminating a face with half a skull and a grimace. It was extremely scary, like a ghost coming back to life.

"Somebody come!"

"Saint." A man in black with a purple face and a thin figure strode out of the shadows and bowed.

"Mountain Boar, where has Gran Ching gone? It feels like I haven't seen her for a long time." The witch, the saint of the Five Immortals Sect and the leader of the bandits, looked down at the man in black and asked coldly.

"Holy Maid of Initiation, Protector Ge didn't explain anything before she left, so my subordinates don't know where she went." Boar bowed and said.

The witch narrowed her emerald green eyes slightly, turned around and walked into the wooden building, took out a dirty bamboo bottle, reached out and pulled out the maroon cloth stopper.

After waiting for a moment, a flying Gu, as black as ink with long pointed mouthparts, like a black mosquito, flapped its wings as thin as cicada wings, flew out of the bamboo tube, and flew forward.

The witch jumped off the wooden building, moved her legs, her body was faster than a galloping horse, and walked through the mountain forest like lightning, following the flying Gu down the mountain top...

Under the stars and the moon, galloping all the way, crossing mountains and rivers, a huge city gradually came into view.

The witch paused and suddenly frowned.

She couldn't understand why Glen Ching would stay in the city at night. Whether it was as a gangster or an evil sorcerer, such a huge city was an evil place.

If you stay for a long time, you will inevitably encounter those kind of knights and wandering Taoists who perform chivalrous acts of justice and slay demons!

This is what the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, your shoes will not get wet...

After a moment of silence, the witch came to a secluded section of the city wall. Her hands shone with green light, and she gently moved forward to absorb the city wall.

Climbing to the top of the city like a gecko swimming on a wall, and glancing at the quiet guard room, the witch swaggered into the inner city.

Not long after, the flying Gu stopped in front of a four-story building and kept idling in front of the door, but did not dare to fly in, as if there was something in it that frightened it.

The witch took out the bamboo bottle from her arms and opened the cork. The flying Gu, which was spinning around like a headless fly, immediately got in, obedient and well-behaved.

"Chirp, chirp..."

The witch put away the bottle, looked up at the tall building like a giant beast, and made a strange sound like the chirping of birds or the chirping of insects.

On the fourth floor of the building, in a single dormitory, Glen Ching, who was sleeping soundly with his Zhanma Dao on his pillow, opened his eyes instantly and sat up as if he was struck by lightning.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp~" The strange calls continued, like one call after another.

Grantham hesitated for a moment, put on his clothes, put on his shoes, and quietly walked down the building.

"Meet the Saint..."

The witch's glowing green eyes stared closely at Glendon, who was wearing new clothes, and asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing here?"

Grantham was inexplicably nervous and whispered: "I led a group of brothers to make a living in this building and collect protection fees."

"Protection money?" The witch muttered these three words, feeling something strange for no reason.

Glen Ching nodded heavily: "Collecting protection fees is faster and more stable than simply robbing. When the payment is due next month, my brothers in this department will definitely pay more than before!"

The witch looked directly into her eyes, her eyes sharp: "Are you collecting protection fees from this family alone, or are you collecting protection fees from multiple families?"

Glen Ching's heart trembled, and he said carefully: "It's just this building at the moment, and it will definitely expand in the future..."

"Then how much say do you have in this building?" The witch was not that easy to fool, so she turned around and asked a more pointed question.

Granten pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I only collect protection fees and am not responsible for business issues..."

There was a fierce light in the witch's eyes, and she shouted sternly: "I almost let you be fooled, Grantham, have you forgotten your identity?"

Grantham shook his head and said seriously: "I have not forgotten my identity, but after thinking about it, I never thought that I had violated any of the rules in the gang..."

"I set the rules in the gang, and I am the rule." The witch said coldly: "Now, as the saint of the Five Immortals Sect and the leader of the Five Immortals Gang, I order you to summon your subordinates to massacre the building and plunder the property!"

"Why do you do this?" Glendon asked incomprehensibly.

"Do I need to explain to you?" the witch asked forcefully.

Grantham: "..."

"I'm sorry, Saint, I can't do it."

After a long time, she slowly knelt down in front of the witch and touched her head to the ground: "I have collected protection money, so I can't go back on my word."

"Going back on your promise? I think you are obsessed." The witch sighed slightly, raised her right hand, and placed it on Grantham's head. Green lights shot out from her palm, like thin needles, piercing deeply into Grantham. In the head acupuncture points.

Glen Ching let out a muffled groan, and his body trembled with severe pain. Soon blood oozed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

"It hurts so much, why don't you scream?" the witch said quietly.

Glen Qing was in pain so much that his body felt like shaking chaff, and his eyes were red, but he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound.

She was afraid that after her subordinates heard the news and came, they would be coerced by the saint to attack the building. Then everything would be really over. Not only her, but also her subordinates would have no way of turning back and would have no choice but to continue to be bandits and rely on burning. Kill and loot for a living.

"Xiao Wenjun..."

At this time, on the fourth floor of the department store, a deep voice suddenly sounded in the darkness by the window.

"Uh-huh!"

A black ghost quickly passed through the wall and suspended in the air. Three thousand green hairs surged like a waterfall, and the tips of their hair jangled like flying swords as they rushed towards the witch.

A trace of astonishment flashed in the witch's eyes, she raised her hand and let go of Granville's head, opened her arms, and flew back.

"Swish, swish, swish." The black hair wrapped around Granville's body and gently placed it in front of the department store. Then it flew up again and aimed at the witch's body.

"I asked why Glen Ching is so abnormal. It turns out that he is really obsessed with ghosts." The witch said with a malicious look.

"The problem is not her, but you." Xiao Wenjun said condescendingly: "She did not betray you, nor did she do anything to feel sorry for you, and she promised to hand in the report on time. Even so, what else do you have to be dissatisfied with? ?”

The witch said nothing, turned around and sat on the ground, her black coat shaking as if something was being gestated.

Xiao Wenjun frowned, and with a thought in his mind, thousands of black hair flew out of the air, sweeping down in a mighty force.

The witch suddenly stood up, and a group of flying bats rushed out of her robe, squeaking and fighting with the black hair.

"Do you need me to help her?"

On the building, in the darkness, a charming voice of inquiry suddenly sounded.

"Borrow a fire." Qin Yao took out a cigarette.

Xiao Zhuo snapped his fingers, and the green fire lit the tobacco. Qin Yao held the cigarette in his mouth, slowly came to the window, raised the silver-white pistol in his hand, and pointed the muzzle at a glowing bat in the center of the bat below.

"Bang!"

There was a gunshot.

The world suddenly became quiet...