Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Looking at the two people who kept begging for mercy.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't ask any more, thinking back to the conversation with the group of Pai Huazi.

He was very angry just now, so he didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the barrel.

But from a few words, he heard that a pauper seemed to say that they were members of the Cao Gang.

Caobang...

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while, and he still had an impression of the Cao Gang. This impression did not mean that the reputation of the Cao Gang was so great that it spread to Longhu Mountain, but that he knew it before crossing.

Speaking of Cao Gang, many people don’t know it, but everyone knows its other name, that is Qing Gang, also known as Qing Gang and An Qing Gang.

In the early days, it was originally a kind of guild-like secret association among water transport sailors in the Qing Dynasty. The original intention of the association was to defend its own interests and fight against the government.

It was first built in the fifth to seventh years of Yongzheng (1727-1729). The disciples all used water transportation as their business, so it was called the Liangchuan Gang. There are quite a lot of gang members in the north and south of the river.

Legend has it that Luojiao, a folk religion originated in the Ming Dynasty, was first distributed in Beizhi, Shandong and other places, and later developed along the canal to the north and south of the river.

During the period of the Republic of China, the Cao Gang developed rapidly, and its power was unprecedentedly strong. For example, some famous people in later generations, Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin were all members of the Cao Gang.

The greater the power of this kind of gang organization, the more bloated, and the worse the interior. It is not ruled out that there are some righteous men in it, but most of them are villains who have done all kinds of bad things.

Because they almost controlled the darkest industry in the dark period of the Republic of China.

Like colluding with warlords and politicians, collecting protection fees, opening casinos and brothels, drug trafficking, kidnapping and extortion, sitting on the ground to share the spoils, human trafficking... almost everything is included.

This kind of activity in front of you can be regarded as human trafficking, if you can sell it, you will sell it, and if you can’t sell it, you will cut it up?

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a moment, looked at the two people who were trembling with fright, and said in a deep voice, "Drive hard!"

After all, he slammed the door of the locomotive and went back to the coal carriage.

Look at the children huddled in the corner.

These children seemed to have been drugged and lost their minds. They didn't react at all to the loud fight just now, and they were still huddled in the corner foolishly.

Zhang Zhiwei was going to check it out.

Suddenly.

"Jingle Bell……"

A piercing bell sounded.

Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, Zhang Zhiwei noticed that the leader of Paihuazi, who had been sieved with coals by him earlier, rolled into the corner because of the vibration of the train. dispatched.

"WTF?"

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand to grab it empty, breathed out from the palm of his hand, and took the bell into his hand from the air to check.

This brass bell is not big, just the size of a fist, with a hideous and grotesque child's face painted on it, giving it a chilling feeling.

"Although I don't know the specific function, but...it is an extremely sinister magic weapon!"

The reason why it is said to be extremely dark is because Zhang Zhiwei saw a dark and evil aura contained in the copper bell.

This breath formed a twisted and struggling fuzzy face, which seemed to want to rush out, but was bound by the copper bell, unable to escape.

"This is……"

Zhang Zhiwei was about to take a closer look, when suddenly he felt a thorn on his back, something was staring at him, and it was full of malice.

"Oh, woo!"

Suddenly, a shrill and treacherous voice sounded.

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head.

I saw the black jar covered with weird yellow symbols that was originally standing in the corner rolled into the middle with a "gululu".

A human head slowly protruded from the jar in front of it.

The man's head was wearing a black melon skin hat, his round face seemed to have been painted with white paint, his cheeks were bright red, his mouth was small and his eyes were big, he was not at all popular.

This appearance... looks like a paper man buried in a funeral, and the scene is a bit creepy.

"Oh, hee hee..."

The human head protruding from the jar showed a sinister smile at Zhang Zhiwei.

That treacherous laughter made Zhang Zhiwei feel a sense of disgust in his heart, either fear or pure disgust.

This laughter... gave him a kind of extreme viciousness, but also a sense of innocence and ambivalence.

Zhang Zhiwei hated this kind of self-contradictory thing, and decided to transcend it on the spot, in terms of physics.

"Hee hee hee!"

While laughing, the human head stretched out its hands and feet from the jar, like a turtle.

Strangely, there were no holes for hands and feet to protrude from the jar.

But when it stretched out its arms and legs, ripples appeared on the surface of the jar, and then its arms and legs came out out of thin air.

After getting out his hands and feet, the person in the jar reached out and took out a piece of white paper from the mouth of the jar. He held the paper in one hand and made scissors in the other hand, and cut the white paper into the shape of a big knife.

Then he blew on the paper knife, and the paper knife quickly filled and hardened, and the blade was still shining with cold light, just like a real knife.

"Hee hee hee……"

The man in the jar glanced at the corpse of the leader of Paihuazi, with a smirk in his mouth, and took a paper knife and slashed at Zhang Zhiwei's forehead.

The paper knife is heavy, and it is no different from the real thing.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

The air was rattled, a strong wind hit his face, and a rotting corpse-like stench emanated from the jar.

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his fingers, and a bolt of lightning flew out and hit the paper knife of the man in the jar.

When the two collided, the paper knife split inch by inch in an instant and turned into powder.

Afterwards, the Dianguang castration continued unabated, and with a "bang", a big hole was split on the top of the jar.

The body of the altar was broken, and strands of stinky black blood dripped from the mouth, and the person in the altar rolled on the ground in pain, with shrill screams from his mouth.

"Like a tortoise, is the body of the altar and the body integrated into one?"

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his fingers, and shot out another flash of lightning, pointing directly at the forehead of the man in the jar.

Sensing the danger, the man in the jar was like a turtle, putting his limbs and head into the jar, avoiding the blow.

The person in the jar seemed to be a bit wise, he suffered a loss as soon as he came into contact with Zhang Zhiwei, he was scared on the spot, he didn't dare to show his head again, he controlled the jar to turn around like a wheel, and wanted to escape.

The direction in which it fled was the direction of the third-class compartment.

"Run to a crowded place?! I want to see, what are you?"

Zhang Zhiwei jumped up and came to the front of the man in the jar. He was not worried about being bitten even though he was protected by golden light, so he directly reached into the jar, grabbed the man in the jar by the neck, and pulled its head out.

"Ho ho ho..."

Being strangled by the throat, the jar man screamed and struggled, but it was useless. Zhang Zhiwei pinched its neck and knocked it to the ground.

"boom!"

The back of the Tanzi man's head hit the ground, Venus stared out in front of his eyes, his eyes protruded, he stuck out a small part of his tongue, and he was gurgling.

Zhang Zhiwei pressed it with one hand, and tore off the yellow talisman covering the body of the altar with the other hand, and then pointed it into a sword, taking the shape of Qi, and the golden light formed a sharp sword at the fingertips, raised the sword, and cut it downward from the mouth of the altar.

He wanted to know what was inside the jar.