As soon as the temple door was closed, the pestle was instantly full of sweat: "All the gods are gracious...... Don't bring such a ......."

He couldn't stop pleading, he was really scared.

If in the past, when he was playing tricks, he dared to stand on the wall and scold God, even if he died with a thunderbolt, he would have died. Especially during the days when he was lame on trial, life and death didn't matter to him, and he even wanted to find a short-term self-end several times.

But now it's very different, he has a grandmother and a home, and there is a white dew that doesn't smell tea and rice for a day. He really wants to be a responsible person, at least find Zhang Sanmad first......

Therefore, he especially does not want to die now, especially does not want to hear the phrase "evil is rewarded", and he wants to fight for a chance to start over.

Unexpectedly, just when he was panicked, a broken cry suddenly sounded in the darkness:

"Well, the kid doesn't kneel down yet, your longevity is over!"

The echo of the shout was reverberating, and it was so sharp that it was like a thunderbolt, and it was so frightened that the pestle "Ahh

"Hahahaha, it turned out to be a coward!"

At that moment, a flash of fire flashed, a torch lit on the wall, and several slender figures appeared.

"Whew, it's not black and white...... impermanence"

When he looked closely, he found that they were five or six half-grown teenagers, all of them with gray eyebrows and dirt faces, all dressed as beggars.

"Grandma's ......" waited until the pestle saw that it was a person, and then he let out a long breath and put his heart at ease, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and scolded beside him: "You little thieves, pretending to be a ghost will scare people to death!"

"Phew, as soon as you enter the demolition area, I will set my eyes on you, sneaky and not drill into a good place, and follow me!

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with vitiligo on his forehead pointed at him and asked, it was the thief he had just followed.

"Oh, I'm sneaky, I'm going to ask you, why are you copying my rat tune?" asked the pestle in a cold voice.

"Huh, or a peer?" the thief was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at him carefully, then shook his head and shouted: "It's a raw person! Wow, it turned out that you came to grab the plate and rub the oil and water!

When the pestle heard this, he sneered disdainfully: "It turns out that you are still so old-fashioned in the big city, let me tell you, we never bet, the master does it alone!"

Seeing that he was quite arrogant, the vitiligo thief gritted his teeth and frowned in anger.

"Little winter melon is less verbose with him, it is better to capture it alive and give it directly to the seventh uncle for disposal!"

"Yes, anyway, he happened to be a lame, so let Uncle Seven break his other leg and throw it on the overpass to make meat dumplings!"

"Well, my uncle is also interested in lameness!" The vitiligo thief named Little Winter Melon seemed to be a small leader, and when he saw that everyone was thinking in unison, he nodded and jumped back: "Okay, let's close the door and beat the dog!"

"Heh......" Seeing that they were a few children, I couldn't help but sneer contemptuously: "What's the matter, you want to kill us!

The pestle really didn't take these half-sized children in his eyes, you must know that those students of the same age in Changshan Junior High School in the north of Daqing Mountain, from the senior gangsters to the first scum of junior high school, which one is not famous for himself and bows down to him!

But when the pestle was looking back on the glorious history and wandering infinitely, he saw the little winter melon suddenly shake his hand and show a whip from his waist, and "brush, brush" swept a few times in the air, quite imposing.

"Oh, boy, I'm not even afraid of the old man's whip, and I'm afraid of you little worm!"

He found that there was a piece of sticks on the ground that could be used for the fire, so he rushed forward and grabbed it in his hand.

"Hmph, your hands are very fast!" The little winter melon snorted coldly, and shouted behind him: "Brothers, bright guys!"

Suddenly, "whoosh!" Several thieves shook their bodies and showed their dicks, including wooden sticks, iron chains, steel pipes, and a machete that was more than two feet long and shimmering. There are a total of five people, and there are five kinds of "treasures" of different lengths.

"Uh......" Kiko realized that something was wrong.

But he didn't bother to make peace with a few thieves. Now there is no way back, only to fight to the death, the pestle glared at the eyes and shook up his spirits, holding up the wooden stick to show the posture.

"Brothers, come on!" the little winter melon screamed and rushed up first with his whip.

The pestle also jumped up to meet him, and shouted in his mouth: "Today, I let you know how powerful the ancestor is!"

He was shouting, "Smack!" and the whip flew around the stick and got tangled.

"Grandma, a bear!" the pestle shook violently, "Whoosh!" The whip of the little winter melon flew out of his hand.

"Ahh......h

It is conceivable that two fists are hard to beat with four hands, let alone a lame man! After a scuffle, the grass flew to ashes, and the pestle felt that the lame leg had been hit his stomach, and he fell down.

As soon as the thieves gained momentum, they immediately rushed up, punched and kicked to vent, and finally pressed the tumbling pestle and tied it firmly.

The pestle was beaten fat, dizzy and aching, and when he came to his senses, he was already tied up and stuffed into a sack.

Several thieves cooperated closely, and they jumped out of the door with the thieves on their shoulders. They took advantage of the night to run all the way, and the pestle was curled up in the sack and their internal organs were about to be tossed out, and they wanted to shout and scold, but their mouths were stuffed with rotten trouser forks......

After a long turn, the thieves stopped at the mouth of an extremely secret alley.

This time they were more vigilant, and Xiao Donggua observed left and right, leaving the two of them far away and one close to let the wind out, and then carried the sack into the alley with the other two.

The alley is very narrow, with only one courtyard. The courtyard wall was heightened, and the gate was covered with iron sheets. Although the place is remote, it is not like a poor family.

"Bang, Bang, Bang!"

The pestle in the sack couldn't help but wonder: This kind of knocking method seems to have a higher level of vigilance, what kind of sacred is the seventh uncle they are talking about......

After the little winter melon knocked on the door, there was no movement inside. He was not in a hurry, and knocked again after a while, and there was a sound in the door four times in a row.

"Grandma, it's enough of a thief!" scolded the pestle.

He had been paying attention to the fact that the little winter melon knocked on the door in the order of one, two, three, three, one, two, three, and three, and three, and each of the four knocks should be nine seconds apart. is so careful and meticulous, it can be seen that this place is by no means a place of leisure, and the people in it are naturally not ordinary.

"Ahem, ahem!" After a long time, an old man's voice came from inside the door, and Xiao Donggua and the others hurriedly stood respectfully.

"Squeak!" the door opened.

The one who opened the door was an old man, with a wrinkled goatee on his face, and a triangular mouth and small eyes, like a eunuch in the palace and an abbot who cheated on his robe in Journey to the West!

"It's so late, I don't know the rules!" The old man was full of displeasure until he saw that it was a small winter melon, and then he smiled: "Little winter melon, come in!

The old man attaches great importance to the little winter melon, but he is cold and indifferent to the others.

"Seventh uncle, we have caught a field chicken, and we are here to let you take a look. The little winter melon suppressed the voice and reported.

"Oh, Xiaotian chicken, just ask your godfather to deal with it! I'm old, I can't do this fussy thing. If you don't do it, find those uncles and uncles who are willing to do it, in short, be clean and neat, and don't keep your tail!"

The old man was about to close the door after speaking, and the little winter melon hurriedly explained: "Uncle, this time he is a cripple, very similar to the one you said!"

"Oh, which ......?" said the old man, poking his head out again.

"He's got a slingshot in his pocket!"

Little Winter Melon pointed to the sack, "Didn't you say that you saw a cripple playing with a slingshot is very unusual, let's catch one for you to see, so as not to miss the regret ......"