Lord of Puluo

Ma Wu's dance hall opened, and Chu Huaiyuan came specially to congratulate her. Li Banfeng stood in the corner of the dance hall, quietly looking at the appearance of Miss Chu Er.

Deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, slightly larger mouth, slightly thicker red lips, round face with no edges.

It was impossible to judge her skin color because the makeup on her face was too thick, her eyes were elusive, and she looked very demonic under the thick eyeshadow.

The dance began, and to the rhythm of the waltz, the guests brought their dancers and danced one after another.

This waltz was played purely to enhance the atmosphere. Most of the guests here were villagers from Lanyang Village, and few of them knew how to dance.

The dancers were all hired from the village. After two days of intensive training, it was impossible for them to learn the waltz. Everyone was just eating and dancing together, and others didn't take it seriously. But Miss Chu Er saw that The scalp is numb.

We ladies can't stand this.

"Fifth Young Master, this place is really not suitable for you."

Ma Wu smiled slightly and said nothing.

Chu Huaiyuan stretched out her hand and said, "Dance with me."

When a woman invites you, a man should not refuse.

But Ma Wu didn't want to dance with Chu Huaiyuan, he didn't want to have any contact with Chu Huaiyuan.

He is afraid.

He heard about Liu Changyu.

The news that Miss Chu Er defeated the bandits has been published in the newspapers.

Liu Changyu's face was taken as a trophy by Miss Chu Er and soaked in a wine bottle.

"I'm sorry, Miss Er, my leg is injured." Ma Wu touched his cheek, not wanting to dance with Chu Er no matter what.

Chu Er raised his red lips and said, "I saw you walking very fast when you were greeting the guests."

Ma Wu explained: "I was holding on. My right leg was injured for several days. It was so swollen that I really couldn't dance."

Chu Er didn't force himself anymore and turned his attention to Li Banfeng.

As a three-story house builder, almost no one present could notice Li Banfeng.

But in Dazhi, Wen Hongyan reminded Chu Er that she felt that the man in the top hat had a special identity, and even Ma Wu cared about him very much.

Chu Huaiyuan came to Li Banfeng with a meaningful smile: "Sir, can I ask you to dance?"

Li Banfeng shook his head slightly and said, "I can't dance."

"Dancing is easy, I'll teach you."

Li Banfeng smiled deeply and rejected Chu Er's invitation again.

After teaching me how to dance, she then said that I had taken advantage of her and then charged me money for sex.

Do you think I will be fooled? I have suffered this loss before!

Chu Er couldn't hang on any longer.

In this nondescript dance hall, she was rejected twice in a row, but where could she put her face?

Chu Huaiyuan refused to say anything and pulled Li Banfeng onto the dance floor.

Why is this woman so tyrannical?

If it weren't for today's special day, Li Banfeng would really fall out because he couldn't stand other people's blackmail.

But if the business is successful, there must be a lucky draw. Li Banfeng suppressed his anger, but he would never give it to him.

In fact, he learned some dance steps at the Xianle Dance Hall, and coupled with his solid steps as a travel practitioner, he danced this dance pretty well.

To the rhythm of the dance music, Chu Er turned around and walked around in front of the photographer.

No, the photographer wants to take pictures!

Why does Chu Er carry a photographer with him?

As far as the current situation is concerned, taking pictures is one of Li Banfeng's taboos.

Li Banfeng lowered his head suddenly, slid his wrist down, and pinched Chu Er's waist hard.

The photographer failed to press the shutter, something was wrong with the scene.

Chu Er exclaimed: "You are so brave!"

Li Banfeng looked indifferent: "You have to collect the money anyway, let's hold on to the money first."

Chu Er was puzzled: "What oil and water money?"

Li Banfeng smiled deeply, with a murderous look in his eyes under the shadow of the brim of his hat.

Chu Er was really not afraid of this murderous intent. She turned around and brought Li Banfeng to the photographer again.

Li Banfeng was not polite and twisted Chu Er's peach.

The picture was inelegant and the photographer failed to capture it.

It was impossible to take a full-length photo. The photographer wanted to take a half-length photo, but Li Banfeng's footsteps quickly moved out of the photographer's lens range.

Chu Er looked surprised. She seemed to think that the twist was pretty good and wanted to let Li Banfeng twist it again. Then she led Li Banfeng closer to the photographer.

Li Banfeng took Chu Er in a circle and bumped directly into the photographer. The photographer couldn't avoid it. The camera fell to the ground and broke. All the film inside was gone.

Chu Er got angry and crashed into the record player with Li Banfeng.

The record player was too expensive to be damaged. Li Banfeng changed direction midway, causing Chu Er to hit the pillar in the hall.

The impact was severe, and Chu Er staggered and almost fell.

Yang Yanzheng frowned, and Wen Hongyan licked her arm, ready to take action at any time.

Li Banfeng sensed the danger, and his eyes became more murderous.

Chu Er signaled others not to act rashly, and the two of them continued dancing in the center of the dance floor.

Ma Wu sweated for Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng was also sweating.

Chu Er's nails suddenly grew longer, scratching his clothes and digging into Li Banfeng's flesh.

Li Banfeng made another big spin and knocked Chu Er against the pillar again.

The two men moved so fast that most people wouldn't notice, except for the pillars banging from time to time.

After dancing to the song, Chu Er's body was covered in bruises, and Li Banfeng's back was dripping with blood.

The two of them bowed and returned to their seats.

Wen Hongyan asked: "Miss, do you want to kill that guy?"

Chu Er rubbed the bruise on his shoulder: "It's just a dance. No need to worry about how fun it is."

Li Banfeng drank a glass of wine, then stood up and left the dance floor.

This evil woman is not only cruel, but also poisonous.

Li Banfeng felt itching on his back and hurried back to his home.

I took off my clothes in the house and was about to let my wife heal her wounds, but my wife suddenly roared: "Hey madman, where did these scratches on your back come from?"

Li Banfeng explained: "He was caught by a woman."

"Huh! You are admitting it now! This woman has been caught so deeply, it seems that you have worked hard too!"

Li Banfeng pointed at his back: "I'm poisoned."

"You still use poison? Can you still pull off such tricks?"

Li Banfeng picked up the clothes and said, "The clothes are also scratched."

"The clothes are torn..."

Banglanglanglang~

The record player calmed down a bit, spitting out a cloud of steam and rubbing Li Banfeng's back.

If the clothes were not torn and only Li Banfeng was torn, this matter would be serious.

Now the clothes and Li Banfeng are torn, proving that Li Banfeng was at least wearing clothes at the time.

Under the steam fumigation, Li Banfeng sweated all over. When the sweat evaporated, the numbness and itching disappeared, and the poison was completely cured.

Li Banfeng lay on the bed, the wounds on his back scabbing quickly. Zha Xiu's recovery ability in the house was amazing.

The steam continued to caress the back, and the record player sang softly: "The evil woman is so cruel, so she is handed over to the slave, who will avenge her husband."

Li Banfeng snorted coldly: "Do you want revenge, or do you want to eat?"

"Huchi~ This little slave loves your husband so much, how can your husband say something sarcastic?"

The record player felt very aggrieved and used steam to hold up Li Banfeng's clothes and mend them carefully.

Click, click, click!

Integrated with the function of a sewing record player, the needle can be threaded, and the sewing speed is very fast.

After the clothes were sewn, the lady asked: "By the way, that evil woman must be a person, right?"

"Of course it's a person, why do you ask me?"

"Hey~ The golden eyes distinguish yin and yang, and the exquisite taste is hidden at the tip of the nose. I think I was dazzled by that woman today, but I forgot the technique. There is some fragrance in my body."

"Really?"

Li Banfeng picked up the clothes and smelled them. The smell of makeup and powder on the clothes was extremely strong, but after careful inspection, there was indeed some fragrance.

How could you ignore this smell?

This was not because Li Banfeng was careless. In the dance hall, the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and powder was so complex and heavy that it covered up the smell of incense, and Li Banfeng really couldn't distinguish it.

Could it be that Chu Er is a ghost?

It shouldn't be.

Li Banfeng has always been on guard against Chu Er. If she were a ghost, Li Banfeng would at least be able to see the will-o'-the-wisp.

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As the dance came to an end, Chu Er stood up to say goodbye. Ma Wu prepared the carriage and sent her to the entrance of the village, then returned to the dance floor to calculate today's expenses.

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Seeing the carriage of Chu Er and others going away, Liu Liangyi's figure appeared at the entrance of the village.

He held a stick of incense in his hand, and the incense curled up and flew to Mengchun Garden.

In the dance hall, Ma Wu was settling accounts. On the first day of opening, all the guests were invited, and the expenses were not small.

At the critical moment, I suddenly heard a famous dancer exclaim: "What are you doing? Don't you watch the road?"

Following the sound, a man walked into the dance floor and knocked the dancer off her feet.

The man was wearing a mandarin jacket, a round-top felt hat, and a scarf covering his face, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.

Xiaochuan stepped forward to help the dancer and said to the man: "We are closed. We have to come and dance tomorrow."

The man said nothing and walked forward.

Xiaochuan frowned and said, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? We're closed!"

The man suddenly drew his knife and slashed at Ogawa.

Xiaochuan was a work cultivator and had not yet reached a higher level, so he did not react for a while.

Ma Wu took the lead, pushed Xiaochuan away, dodged the knife, and kicked the man.

Click!

The man seemed to have a broken bone.

But this did not affect his offensive at all, he raised his sword and struck at Ma Wu again.

Ma Wu dodged calmly. Others wanted to come up to help, but Ma Wu stopped them.

It seems that the opponent's attack is not too fast, but his body is extremely strong, and he must have a low level of physical training.

Such a person is probably just a scoundrel. Just beat him up and it's over. There's no need to ruin your fortune for him, let alone let his subordinates get hurt.

He glanced at the man, intending to use confusion techniques to subdue him.

The man showed no reaction and stabbed Ma Wu one after another.

Can you prevent the confusion technique?

Does this man have a level?

It's a good start, Ma Wu really doesn't want to see blood.

But this opponent obviously cannot be underestimated.

Ma Wu pulled out his dagger behind him and wanted to take off the man's arm.

Click!

The arm was removed and the man didn't bleed.

Looking at the fracture on his shoulder, Ma Wu frowned.

The fracture is hollow, and the bamboo skeleton inside can be seen.

This is a paper man!

The first thing he thought of was Liu Liangyi, the shopkeeper of the Liu Family Paper Horse Shop.

Liu Liangyi is a fourth-level nightmare cultivator, and this paper man is his famous spell.

He comes to seek revenge!

Xiaochuanzi also saw that it was a paper man, took out a box of matches and shouted: "Master, get out of the way, I will burn him!"

"Don't mess around!" Ma Wu shouted to stop Xiaochuanzi.

Set him on fire?

The paper man doesn't know pain, but will attack people with fire.

Ma Wu swung his dagger and chopped the paper man into pieces. A dark wind suddenly blew through the window, and all the candles in the room were extinguished.

"Quickly leave!" Ma Wu ordered and immediately left the dance floor. He walked to the door and found that he could not get out.

There were hundreds of people standing densely at the door, and people were rushing over from the wilderness one after another.

The dance floor was surrounded.

Even Ma Wu couldn't get out, let alone those uncultivated guys and dancers.

After cutting down the two paper figures, Ma Wu returned to the dance hall and called two guys to hold the door open.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were constant knocks on the door, and Ma Wu was trying to think of a way to deal with it.

These paper figures are probably controlled by Liu Liangyi's ghost servants.

Ghost servants are dead souls, and Huanxiu's high-level techniques can restrain them.

But Ma Wu's level is not enough. Unless he has magic weapons or spiritual objects, he can't touch the dead souls at all. This is the most difficult thing for Nightmare Cultivators to deal with.

It would be nice if I had that leather jacket.

When Ma Wu was kicked out of the house, his fur coat was taken back. With that fur coat, he wouldn't be picking up food in the garbage dump, and he could make a lot of money by doing some ghost exorcism.

Now that I don’t have any magic weapon, what else can I use to deal with the ghost servant?

Filth!

Ma Wu remembered that it was written in the book that the souls of the dead hate filth and can resist it for a while.

"Spit, spit! Spit at the door!"

A dozen guys and more than twenty dancers spat at the door, and the banging on the door gradually subsided.

Seems to work.

Ma Wu was overjoyed and ordered everyone: "Put the saliva on your face. The more the better. Whoever has thick phlegm, please separate them. Listen to my orders later, and let's rush out and talk!"

Everyone spat on their hands and wiped their faces. The dancers didn't care about being reserved. A handsome girl blew her nose and wiped it all over her face.

Ma Wu was about to open the door when he suddenly heard two crisp sounds!

The window glass is broken!

The paper figures outside the door were not repelled by the spit. They changed their attack route under Liu Liangyi's control.

Dozens of paper figures climbed in through the window.

"Oh!"

One of the waiters screamed and was stabbed in the back by a paper man.

"Mom!"

A dancer was grabbed by a paper figurine and a lot of her hair was torn out.

The room was pitch dark, screams of pain could not be heard, and Ma Wu couldn't tell which one was the paper man.

"Spit!" In panic, Ma Wu could think of this move.

Does it work?

This little bit of filth has really limited effect.

This is the ghost servant of the fourth-level Nightmare Cultivator. He spat on the face of the paper man. The paper man paused for a moment, then swung his knife to kill people.

Ma Wu slashed one of the paper figures to pieces with his sword, and the ghost servant inside came out, possessed another paper figure, and continued to fight without any damage.

Liu Liangyi, who was hiding at the entrance of the village, was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

He didn't expect Ma Wu to be of this quality.

He thought that Ma Wu could kill Song Jiasen. His cultivation should be at the third level and he should have at least a few magic weapons on his body.

If I had known that Ma Wu was only capable of this, he would have saved the paper figurines and called a dozen ghost servants over to get rid of them all.

Ma Wu was forced into a desperate situation and called to everyone: "Pee, pee, piss on them!"

At a critical moment, men and women, regardless of shame, took out their dicks, posed, and prepared to fire.

But the paper man didn't give him a chance to fire, so he just slashed with his sword!

Seeing everyone being forced into a corner and about to be chopped into pieces, a big black man suddenly rushed out of the toilet and shouted: "Master, don't be scared, come with me!"

The big black man, with a two-foot iron bucket on his back and a 1.5-meter long ladle in his hand, sprinkled a piece of paste on the paper figures. One paper figure stood frozen in place, and the remaining paper figures , hiding against the wall.

The little root is here!

He came with a bucket on his back!

This is serious filth!

Dung soup is the first of all kinds of filth, and the dung soup tempered by Jin Xiu is the best of all kinds of filth!

It was not easy for him. In order to save Ma Wu, he killed seven in and seven out of the dance hall before jumping in through the toilet window.

After replenishing ammunition in the toilet, Xiao Genzi rushed to the center of the dance floor.

After a fight, Xiao Genzi stood by the window and untied the dung bucket behind him.

With one move, the bucket shocked a group of paper figures.

With a dance of the ladle, Ma Wu was slapped in the face.

"Master, go this way!"

Ma Wu wiped his face, led everyone, and followed Xiao Genzi to the window.

Jin Xiu restrained the Nightmare cultivator, but if it were Du Hongxi, the second-level Nightmare cultivator from Jiang Xiang Gang, he could still find a way out even if he couldn't win.

It's a pity that this is the ghost servant of the fourth-level nightmare cultivator.

Liu Liangyi sneered and said: "I thought Jin Xiu was extinct, but I didn't expect there are still cultivators alive. Okay, I'll send you on your way to save you from being a bad name in the world."

He put down the incense in his hand, lit a candle, and used the candle to convey his thoughts and let the ghost servant take action forcefully.

The little root has not yet reached the upper level, and the quantity and quality of the dirt in the bucket are not enough. If the ghost servant charges hard, he can easily break through his dirt.

Liu Liangyi's tactics are so cautious.

The cost of a sneak attack is the smallest and the profit is the highest. He will not show up in person. Ma Wu will not be able to see his appearance until the moment before his death.

The candlelight trembles, and thoughts are about to burst out.

jingle!

what sound?

puff!

Li Banfeng stabbed Liu Liangyi in the back of the head and blew out the candle.

The third-floor house repair was ignored by Liu Liangyi and the ghost servants around him.

A sneak attack is the most advantageous, and Li Banfeng also agrees.