Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law

After understanding that the leader of the Qinghe Gang may be an eighth-grade warrior, and the other Vajras are all ninth-grade warriors.

Chen Mo already understood almost everything he wanted to know.

After chatting for a few more words, Wu Shan left the private room, hugged the girl he just ordered, and went to a small private room.

Chen Mo didn't have this intention.

First, this Zijin House is not a high-end brothel. People who come here have everything. The girl he ordered just now is not a high-priced one. Who knows how many times he has been ordered.

Just take advantage.

As for live ammunition, Chen Mo was worried about getting sick.

It’s not like he’s hungry, and doesn’t his sister-in-law at home smell good?

Second, his time is valuable and he has other things to do.

Of course, he did not leave the Purple Gold Building immediately. Instead, he kept drinking and playing tricks with the girl he ordered. When the girl drank too much, she was as soft as mud on him and passed away.

Chen Mo undressed her, covered her with a quilt, closed the door of the small room, and secretly left the Zijin Building.

…

Because the Chinese New Year has just passed, there are many things for sale on the street, and people are shouting and shouting, which is very lively.

Outside the courtyard in the south of the county seat, hundreds of local ruffians gathered in small groups in twos and threes, gathered around a table, drank wine and punched each other.

At the time of rising, these people put one foot on the ground and one foot on the stool, punched loudly, said obscene words casually, and were extremely noisy.

Some of the losers picked up the wine bowl, raised their heads and drank. The wine flowed out from the corners of their mouths, soaking their clothes and smelling of alcohol.

The winner cheered and applauded again and again.

Compared with the bustle outside, there was silence in the courtyard living room.

After a long while, Yang Wei, who was sitting in the front seat, finally spoke: "It's been so many days and there's been no news at all. What's the use of you? Do you know what the outside world thinks of us now? We've lost all our prestige. We're being stepped on the head and slapped in the face. But you don’t even have any clues, you are just a bunch of idiots..."

After saying that, he slapped the table in front of him so hard that the tabletop suddenly cracked.

The seven hall masters did not dare to answer the call.

"In short, this matter must be resolved immediately. Even if it doesn't work, someone must be brought in to take the blame as soon as possible to calm the impact of this matter." Yang Wei said solemnly.

Sitting second to the right of Yang Wei, the fat man Zhu San, known as the "Pig Head Three", said: "Gang Leader, my people were in Fuze Village yesterday and heard about a person who is very suspicious."

"Say." Yang Wei raised his eyebrows.

"This man's name is Chen Mo. He is sixteen years old, but he can already hunt bears on his own in the mountains. He can kill more than a dozen people by himself. His subordinates have found someone to go to the Yamen to check his files. One of his meritorious services was awarded a military award. The elder brother of Zhong Gongfa, so he should be a top-notch martial artist. And on the day of Chen Hu's accident, someone saw him fishing in Dadong Lake, so his subordinates suspected that Chen Hu's death might have something to do with him." Zhu Sandao.

"A sixteen-year-old brat has the guts to kill members of our Qinghe Gang?" a hall leader said.

"It's enough to be suspected. Let's go and capture him. No matter whether he is the murderer or not, he must be the murderer." Seeing that the prestige of the Qinghe Gang has been greatly reduced, Yang Wei must restore his prestige.

The words just fell.

"Bang!"

The door to the living room was kicked open.

"Who is this?" A young man from the Qinghe Gang shouted outside.

"who?"

Several people in the living room were also shocked and looked outside the hall.

Tap tap tap…

I saw a tall man wearing black clothes and a bamboo hat, with his face covered, striding in with a long black sheath knife.

Yang Wei frowned, then frowned.

I saw the masked man entering the house, as if he was returning to his own home. He first patted the falling snowflakes on his body indifferently, then turned around and closed the door of the living room with a "kata" sound.

The younger brothers were locked outside with bewildered expressions.

The seven hall masters also frowned one after another, muttering in their hearts where the weirdo came from.

Zhu San stood up and shouted coldly: "Who is coming?"

The next second, he saw the masked man raise his head slightly, and a cold light burst out from his eyes.

Choking——

The sound of drawing a sword!

Yang Wei, who was sitting in the front seat, noticed something was wrong. He turned around and raised his head and reached for the sword placed on the weapon rack behind him.

At the same time, the masked man who pulled out the knife swung the knife fiercely.

"Uh-huh!"

There was a flash of sword light in the living room.

Bang bang bang! ! !

In an instant, blood mist filled the air and sawdust flew up.

The three Qinghe Gang leaders sitting in Zhu San's row, along with the stools under their buttocks, were cut in half by the sword energy.

Zhu San was in the worst condition. Because he was standing, he was split in two by the sword energy, and his intestines flowed all over the floor.

This scene frightened several people.

But at least it was Lao Jianghu, so he quickly got up and dispersed to avoid being linked together like Zhu San and the others.

"You guy"

Yang Wei was also frightened by the scene in front of him, but as the leader of a gang, he naturally had the courage to avoid being frightened and begging for mercy. When he was about to ask the masked man a few words.

The masked man didn't intend to talk nonsense to them at all, he just picked up the knife and killed them.

Although Yang Wei didn't understand why, he also knew that the person in front of him came specifically to kill them.

"This man is a big enemy, let's go together."

Yang Wei shouted loudly, picked up the nine-ring sword and went forward.

But the masked man was too fast. He dashed forward with a few strides, smashed the table in the living room with one knife, and rushed in front of Yang Wei.

In the eyes of the masked man, Yang Wei had a red number 69+7 on his forehead.

In a hurry, Yang Wei could only block with his sword.

"Qiang!"

Raising his hand, Yang Wei heard a crisp sound of gold and iron, and then a huge force came from the blade. He was directly hit by a heavy knife, the back of the knife hit his chest, and he fell backwards. He smashed the weapon rack at the back and didn't stop until it hit the wall. He sat down on the ground. A big gap was cut out of the nine-ring sword in his hand, and it was about to break.

"Hiss" Yang Wei felt as if his internal organs were about to shift. His chest was burning with pain. He wanted to cough a few times, but the masked man didn't give him a chance at all. He just let out a simple cry of surprise and tried to chop him with the knife again. Come.

Fortunately, at this time, the remaining four hall masters rushed forward to help, allowing Yang Wei to take a breather.

But it was just a breather.

The four hall masters who rushed up were like ants, and three of them were killed by the masked man in an instant, and one of them was kicked out.

At this time, the masked man finally spoke: "Are you Yang Wei, the leader of the Qinghe Gang?"

Yang Wei didn't know what this meant, but he felt that it might be a living hope and nodded: "I am."

"The one I'm looking for is you." The masked man wiped out his neck with a knife.

"Woo."

Yang Wei instinctively covered his neck and wanted to say something, but only blood foam came out of his mouth. Feeling that his life was dissipating, he tried his best to take off the black cloth on the masked man's face, but his hands Halfway through the lift, he dropped down and died with his eyes open.

The hall master who was kicked away struggled to get up, and then walked towards the door with difficulty.

Just as I opened the door to the living room, a bamboo hat flew over.

"Pfft."

He glanced down and then fell on the threshold of the living room.

The masked man came out, pulled out the bamboo hat from the back of the body, shook off the blood on it, and put it on his head.