As soon as the ghost hand said this, Du Xianzhai couldn't help but be stunned, and gasped in his heart.

However, he immediately calmed down and asked in a cold voice: "Old thief, do you think I will believe it when you sow discord?"

The sinister old face of the ghost hand revealed two points of sincerity, and he smiled helplessly: "Hmph, believe it or not." When I retired to Hong Kong, I planted an eyeliner next to your father called Liu Mazi, and he can confirm it. ”

As he spoke, he observed Du Xianzhai's expression, moved the muzzle of the gun down, and continued: "When your father was sick from work, Fu Lao Si was responsible for taking care of his daily life. Fu Laosi heard that stealing coal could be exchanged for money, so he carried your father behind his back and took a little flower named Lou Jiaxing to the coal mountain to steal coal. Outcome...... Hmph!"

The ghost hand smiled coldly halfway through and said nothing.

"What is the result?" Du Xianzhai asked with a calm face.

Seeing that he was interested, the ghost hand leaned forward a little and pretended to be sorry:

"Alas, they should have been unlucky, but they were discovered by a miner who had just left work. As soon as the miner shouted, Fu Lao Si was in a hurry and beat him to death. Later, your father was very angry when he found out about this, and said that he would give the fourth child a family law after he got well, but it was a broken hand, hehe, it hurts to think about it!"

The ghost hand gloated a few times, and then continued:

"To say, I think your father didn't send him to be punished. But this kid was afraid of losing his hand, so he instructed the little flower named Lou Jiaxing to feed your father saccharin eggs every day, and secretly stewed carp with licorice, saying that it was a big supplement. Cut, who doesn't know a little bit about pharmacology, these things together will eat people! Do you dare to say that your father was not deliberately killed by that kid?"

After speaking, the ghost hand sneered at the house, and put on a fair elder to add: "In this matter, the old man wanted to wait for me to be a big pole, as the first fire to avenge your father's grievances and help the rules, but you ......."

As he spoke, he looked at Du Xianzhai with regret and stopped talking, he still had the last hope of winning over Du Xianzhai

"......" Du Xianzhai couldn't help but be secretly frightened when he heard the words of the ghost hand.

He remembered the Liu Mazi that the old thief said, but he disappeared later. As for the little flower named Lou Jiaxing, he also seems to have the impression that he is not much different in age from himself, and he is Fu Zongzhe's newly accepted little apprentice.

At that time, Du Xianzhai was arranged by his father to follow a few old boxers of the beggar gang to learn boxing and kicking in Lei Gong Temple, and he was not often around, so he was not very impressed. However, the words of the ghost hand have a nose and eyes, but he can't help but go to his heart.

"Where are those Liu Mazi and Xiaohuazi now?" Du Xianzhai asked with red eyes when he thought of his father, a little excited.

"Hehe, I don't know if that little flower is dead or alive now, but Liu Mazi is still there, but I have to keep it a secret first. Of course, I still say the same thing, there is a mission for the old man to return to the mainland, as long as you are willing to help me control the beggar gang, needless to say find out Liu Mazi, and I will also avenge your father's revenge for you, everything is easy to say!"

At this critical moment, the ghost racer did not forget to talk about the conditions to seek the position of the big pole, which shows how important the beggar gang is to his so-called mission.

Naturally, Du Xianzhai can also distinguish right from wrong, grievances, family hatred, and national hatred. He had already found some clues, an old ghost racer who returned to the mainland this time to develop was not just for business and money, he could feel that there was an invisible net behind the old guy, a hidden force.

He felt that this force would definitely do Yongde a great harm sooner or later. So, he can't compromise with the Ghost Runner.

The ghost hand stared at him tightly, and seeing that he was unmoved, he smiled cruelly and raised the muzzle of the gun again.

Although the pestle and the little winter melon on the roof couldn't hear what the two of them were just saying, they kept sweating for Du Xianzhai.

At this time, the five elders in the house had already been controlled by those bodyguards, except for a few people left to guard, the other bodyguards came out to help the ghost game. When they saw that Du Xianzhai had been caught by a gun, they prepared to climb the ladder to catch the pestle and the others.

Although the inside and outside of the wall were attacked on both sides, the bullets and bows were hit by their fingers, and everyone was crying out in distress.

Although the ghost racer also aimed a gun at the pestle with one hand, he did not dare to shoot for fear of attracting the police to have scruples. He also knew that Du Xianzhai's kung fu was very powerful, and he didn't dare to rush forward to seize the door. In a fit of rage, he yelled loudly outside the wall: "You rice buckets are usually white-collar workers, they all say that the big circle can fight, but you can't even climb over the wall......

Unexpectedly, he was shouting, and no one outside also brought a gun, and as soon as he took it, he hurriedly shot at the wall.

Although this shot did not hit anyone, it was shocking and penetrated the sky, frightening the crows and sparrows in the old trees in the courtyards on all sides.

"Damn, who fired the gun?" The ghost hand was taken aback when he heard the gunshot, and he didn't care about Du Xianzhai blocking the way, so he rushed forward to open the door.

Du Xianzhai quickly stopped him, and at the same time reached out to choke the opponent's wrists to unload the gun, but the old thief was faster, and he came out of his hand as soon as he flipped his wrist, and shot at Du Xianzhai's chest without saying anything.

"Horn!" As soon as the gunshot rang out, Du Xianzhai had no possibility of dodging, he felt the fireball in front of him flash, and his heart shook and fell to the ground, throwing a blurred cloud of flesh and blood in the air......

At the same time, the ghost hand was also shaken out with a muffled snort, and several charred bloody stumps fell on the ground in front of him.

When the ghost hand saw that it was the fingers of some people, he looked at his left hand and couldn't help but scream, "Ahh

Somehow, his left hand was blown bald, leaving only a bloody little fist.

"Ahh............h

It turns out that something strange happened just now-

Just after the gunshot outside the wall, the pestle was almost hit, and Xiao Donggua and the others were so frightened that they rolled their heads to the side and almost fell out of the room.

The trembling pestle hid behind the wall, and saw that Du Xianzhai had a murderous intent to seize the gun, and hurriedly pulled the slingshot in a panic, but there was no stone in his hand. The ghost hand had already pulled the trigger, and it was too late to find the stones, and in a hurry, he thought of the black iron bead, but in the blink of an eye, the bullet was about to be discharged, and it was too late to even touch the black iron bead.

Seeing that the eldest brother was about to die in Huangquan, the pestle felt a pain in his heart and was completely desperate......

But strange things happened under impossible circumstances, he didn't know if it was an illusion or a reality, just when he was desperate, he suddenly felt the slingshot's sac bulge, and the black iron bead was actually inside, he didn't have time to think about it and didn't even have time to surprise, his fingers loosened the iron bump and came out, dragging the tail flame straight at the pistol in the hand of the ghost racer.

The speed of the black iron bead was indescribable, so fast that in the middle of a thought, no one could see what barrel was fired from the slingshot, and the bullet exploded.

The left hand of the ghost hand was blown up, and the flesh was rotten, and he became a handsless ghost.

At this moment, the ghost hand endured severe pain and hatred, aimed the gun at the pestle, and roared hoarsely and angrily: "I want you to give my hand to bury ......"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger fiercely, and Du Xianzhai, who had just woken up, wanted to pounce to stop it, but it was too late, and the little winter melon on the room was also frightened and screamed.

At this time, the pestle was even more shocked, the only black iron bead in his hand had been shot out, and there was no more bullet, and he was lame and wanted to run, but he also knew that he couldn't run the bullet anyway!

Just when he was stunned, suddenly something strange happened again. There was another drum in the original deflated sac of the slingshot, as if the black iron bead had returned. The pestle was overjoyed and hurriedly drew his bow to counteract, but it was too late, and he saw the muzzle of the gun in the hand of the ghost hand, and a bullet that breathed fire came out of his disembowel in an instant......

The bullet was as fast as lightning, and it came straight to the center of the eyebrow! That moment was extremely short, but the moment of life and death was so long......

Looking at the speeding warhead, the pestle experienced the real end for the first time.

That is the freeze frame of life, the infinite nostalgia, the regret that everything has been lost without cherishing it, and there is no chance to even apologize and say goodbye......