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

"Komaki."

In the courtyard on Huayuan Street, Kou Heng stopped Yun Mu and asked, "Where have Ye Ze, Sun Kang, and Qiao Bai gone?"

Yun Mu's lips trembled, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing his appearance, Kou Heng seemed to have a spark flashing in his mind: "They..."

From the moment they moved into this courtyard house, Kou Heng was keenly aware that there were suddenly many temptations around them.

Something that I never dared to think of before, someone has gone out of their way to deliver.

They are even afraid that it will be embarrassing for you to put it away. The other party can cleverly create various names to make you feel that there is no risk in accepting this thing.

In addition, everyone is very kind to them, even flattering them, including some beautiful women. When getting along with them, I always feel that every look in their eyes is full of desire and reluctance. means.

Previously, he thought this was a side effect of power and a secular means of testing cadres, but now it seems that things may not be that simple.

"Xiao Mu, I'm afraid the mayor has a problem. I suspect that he is colluding with Yizhuang and belongs to an interest group." Kou Heng said with a heavy heart.

Yun Mu thought thoughtfully: "It's very possible. Brother Heng, what should we do? Should we tell Aze and the others about this?"

Kou Heng shook his head and said: "No, they have most likely been corrupted. Even if we tell them the truth, they won't believe it, or rather, they don't want to believe it! For the current plan, we can only reveal this benefit as soon as possible. The true face of the group, I hope we can use reality to make them realize their lost ways.”

"I will always support you, Brother Heng." Yun Mu said like a vow.

Kou Heng smiled happily, then straightened his expression and said solemnly: "There are nine out of ten spies of the mayor outside the yard. Xiao Mu, you go out with me and provide me with cover. I want to go to Yizhuang again. …”

evening.

Outside Yizhuang.

Kou Heng, who was hiding under a big tree, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Qin Yao and his men pulling a cart of wine jars outside the gate.

Are those fake Taoist priests in Yizhuang drinking wine as water? Buy a car at once!

He felt that there must be something wrong with this, but now he was alone and weak, and he did not dare to jump out to check...

What if there was something invisible inside the wine jar, and I opened it desperately, wouldn't I be killed by the murderer? !

Thinking of this, he immediately suppressed his impetuous mood and became quiet again.

Half an hour later, the sky turned completely dark. Kou Heng wrapped himself in his coat and was about to climb down the tree to go back. Suddenly there was a burst of chaotic footsteps in his ears. He turned around and saw two to three hundred people holding sticks and even... Strong men with sharp blades gathered, led by a leader wearing a red robe, to block the gate of Yizhuang.

"What's going on?" Kou Heng looked confused.

"Brother, something bad has happened. Many thieves have surrounded our village with weapons." In the Yi Zhuang, a Maoshan Taoist priest hurried into the lobby and shouted anxiously.

"Thieves? Where did the thieves come from!" Uncle Jiu looked stunned.

Qin Yao put down the brush in his hand, pressed down the half-drawn amulet with a paperweight, stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

Busy as you are, don’t forget to practice.

It's just that considering his abnormal physique, it doesn't make much sense to use regular exercises to strengthen his body. The key is the practice of magic.

Maoshan started with talismans, and the core magic is naturally talismans. As an outstanding disciple of Waimaozhong, 70% of Uncle Jiu's cultivation is in the talisman arts. Therefore, the three disciples all started with talisman arts. However, including Qin Yao, no one has yet reached the level of entering the palace.

"I'll go with you." Uncle Jiu was not worried about Qin Yao being injured, but worried about him killing indiscriminately in anger, so he followed him out.

main entrance.

Qin Yao and a group of Taoist priests stood outside the door and looked at the hundreds of thieves, but saw that they were wearing various rags, with messy dirty hair, pale faces, and numb and cold eyes.

"You have brought so many brothers here, what advice do you have?" Qin Yao asked coldly as his eyes moved and focused on the Dahongpao who was leading the group.

"I heard that you opened a paper-making shop, and I came to order some paper." Dahongpao said.

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows: "I want some ghost paper... don't you want to buy it?"

"You can also buy it."

Dahongpao took out a handful of big oceans from his clothes and threw them in front of Qin Yao: "These big oceans are enough to buy all the ghost papers in your village, right?"

Glancing down at the dirty ocean at his feet, Qin Yao smiled and walked towards him step by step: "Didn't you ask for the details of my Yizhuang before you came to cause trouble?"

Dahongpao frowned and waved his hand. The thieves behind him stepped forward and surrounded Qin Yao.

"Don't push yourself too hard. We, the Beggar Clan, never give us money when we ask for something. If we can pay you a lot of money today, it's already a big honor for you."

"A gang of beggars?" Qin Yao understood clearly after taking another look at the various rags they were wearing.

The beggar gang here is certainly not the one in martial arts novels, and there is no such thing as Hong Qigong, the dog-beating stick, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Historically, at this time in history, there were still beggar gangs, and there was even such an organization in every county. The managers were not called the elders of several bags, and they were all called beggar heads.

In cities, beggars are no different from societies. They go to various shops every month to collect door-to-door fees, and merchants who are afraid of trouble will obediently hand them over in order to keep things clean.

For merchants who are unwilling to bow their heads, those with backgrounds will be fine, but those without backgrounds will be in dire straits. The local beggar gang only needs to find a seriously ill beggar lying in front of the shop, and the business of the shop will most likely be ruined...

Qin Yao never expected that the beggar gang would receive money from Yizhuang and Tiandi Bank for collecting the fees for covering the door.

No matter how you look at it, there is something weird about this thing, there must be some ghost behind it.

"Master." Qin Yao turned around and looked at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu nodded and said, "Don't cause trouble."

Qin Yao chuckled, raised his hands, and like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushed towards the beggar-headed red robe. Every beggar in front of him was slapped down with a slap.

It's ridiculous to be able to deal with these beggars who have no cultivation at all and still fight them back and forth.

Totally crushing!

At the same time, in the inner courtyard, Mao Shanming, who had just walked out of the hut with his trousers lifted, was about to go to the gate to join in the fun. Unintentionally, he caught a glimpse and saw a perfect profile under the light...

With just this profile, she instantly killed all the beauties Mao Shanming had ever seen in his life, and he was completely captivated by just one glance.

"Taoist Priest, can you do me a favor?"

Mao Shanming looked directly at the other party and kept swallowing his saliva: "Okay, okay, if you have any difficulties, Miss, no matter what, I will do my best to help..."