The supreme grandmother waved her hand, and the three fat and strong people were thrown in front of the car, and the street suddenly became quiet. A middle-aged disciple shouted: "The supreme grandma received the lawsuit paper, these three people oppressed the good, the crime is extremely evil, and now it is publicly disposed of, if the majority of believers have grievances, they can burn the lawsuit paper to inform the supreme grandma." ”

The middle-aged disciple said, waved the ring ruler in his hand, and the heads of the three people immediately fell to the ground. The middle-aged disciple immediately raised the ring ruler in his hand and shouted: "Supreme grandma, the supernatural power covers the world, there is no injustice to worship, and there is injustice to burn paper." ”

The believers on both sides also shouted.

"Po", "Horn", "Moo", "Huh" a few spells Jin Yan descended from the sky, and the people on both sides were quiet. The Supreme Grandma opened her arms, a heavy rain fell from the sky, the believers were ecstatic, opened their mouths on their backs, and kept pouring water into their mouths with their hands, and chanted in their mouths: "Thank you Supreme Grandma for giving the divine water!"

Wu Ma Xin didn't feel the water falling, and when he looked up, he saw an open folding fan floating in the air, constantly rotating, blocking the rain on it, and then he found that there was a person standing next to him, dressed in white with silver thread dragon pattern!

"You!" Wu Ma didn't expect this guy to follow him, and he was really startled, "Where is Yu Miao?"

The dragon pattern white cloth said: "If you want to lose the bet, you can only find it yourself." ”

"I don't want to gamble. ”

"It's up to you!"

When Wu Ma was about to refute, a voice like thunder came from the sky: "Who is so bold that he does not bow down and refuses to accept the holy water, take it for me!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen disciples jumped high, white cloth flying, carrying wind and rain, and volleyed towards Wu Ma's heart.

Wu Ma Xin was just about to explain to the visitor, but his body had been pulled up by the dragon's white clothes and flew wildly, and there was a whirring wind in his ears, and the two had arrived in the suburbs.

"Aren't we opponents?" Wu Ma asked puzzled, why didn't he go against himself today, but to save himself.

"That's right, it's the opponent. "However, before you qualify to be my opponent, you can be friends." ”

This man was so arrogant! The man didn't look at Wu Maxin's black line, squatted on the ground and wrote three words on a stone: "Zi Song Lu."

"That's my name. The dragon-patterned white clothes said, showing a look of sudden realization, and said with a smug face, "Oh, forget that you are illiterate. ”

Wu Ma hated so much that his teeth itched, and he said angrily: "Who said that, Zi Song ......" just read two words, and sure enough, the words were stopped. He recognized one-third of the last word, and when Mu Yangting told him about the dragon pattern before, he used to write the dragon character to him. He looked up at Zi Song Lu, who was smiling evilly, and said, "It turns out that you are called Zi Song and a bunch of dragons." ”

"Poof. Zi Song almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, but after thinking about it, he wanted to lie to me about what this word meant, I didn't, so he nodded and said, "That's right, it's Zi Song and a bunch of dragons." ”

......

In Zhenzhou, Shuhe Town, among the ancient temples, the turtle shell engraved with the word "者" was also pinched into powder by the old man, "Who, restoration, the spiritual power of all things, let me contact, and be free to dispose of my own body and the body of others." Alas, this kid isn't hot enough. ”

......

Zhezhou, Yuexiang Building, guests gather like a tide.

Although it was a state of exile for prisoners, it was much richer. The VIPs of Yuexianglou are, first of all, the officers and soldiers. Duanguo could not be punished, and it was all based on the likes and dislikes of Duanwang and other kings as the basis for sentencing, but despite this, exile was still a serious crime, and there was almost no possibility of turning over, so officials and soldiers at all levels had no scruples about bullying criminals. Most of the people who were convicted and exiled were corrupt eunuchs or pampered wealthy children, and in order to avoid the punishment of flesh and flesh and to avoid being humiliated, they naturally needed to pay bribes. Before, there was a military officer, who obtained a dagger, loved it and refused to leave, and even brought it into the royal city, so he was convicted and exiled, and his family was worried about his body, so he actually transported the whole car of gold and silver he had obtained from selling the official mantle to Zhezhou, and the officials and soldiers were naturally willing to intersect, and even had a very close relationship. The second is the criminal bandits, who are not good in the first place, and here they are even more gangs, still doing barefoot business. In the state of crime, in the land of extrajustice, those corrupt officials are unbearable and bullied, but there is no way but to break the wealth and avoid disasters. The truly wronged people, or the righteous people who fight violence, will not come to eat such evil things, and of course, they cannot afford to eat them.

A few days later, several gorgeously dressed people entered the restaurant, the front was a bald young man and a middle-aged man, and the next person in the back carried two large suitcases, naming the shopkeeper, Xiao Er didn't dare to talk, his eyes glanced to the side, and several ghosts in black clothes hurriedly walked over when they saw this.

The ghost of Duanguo and the ghost of the courtyard are the same type of work, which is nothing more than a caretaker of the home or a businessman.

The head of the hall hugged his fists with a smile: "This master, here is the front hall steward here, called Night Tiger, a few people don't look like locals, I don't know what to do with the shopkeeper?"

There are still people with such exciting names!

The bald head pointed to the middle-aged man and said: "Oh, it's nothing, it's my uncle, who loves to eat this hairless thing, and has heard the name of Sanqi for a long time, so I came to taste it, but my uncle is picky about his stomach, if he eats something unfresh or unclean, he will vomit and diarrhea, so I hope I can go back to see the ingredients." ”

"This ......" Night Tiger hesitated. The bald head was unequivocal, raised his hand and threw out a palm-sized gold nugget, and said: "We only want food, as long as the supply is fresh and clean, and we don't skimp on money." ”

"Please, wait a minute, I'll report it. Night Tiger took the gold nugget, immediately smiled, nodded and said, entered the inner courtyard through the back door, and after a short time, returned to the front hall, and said: "My shopkeeper is waiting for a few masters in the inner courtyard." ”

Under the leadership of the night tiger, several people strode into the inner courtyard, and a thin old man wearing a brocade robe and a beard hugged his fists and saluted, revealing his shrewdness and ability. The bald head also clenched his fists: "Tired shopkeeper, where are the ingredients, can you please take a look?"

"Naturally. The thin old man opened the door of a nearby room, "It's all inside." ”

The bald head looked into the house, and the ground was full of wire cages a few feet square, all of which were newborn mice, only the size of their thumbs, and their eyes were full of horror when they heard the sound of the door opening, and some of them had not even opened their eyes.

"Are these assurances wild mice?" asked the bald head, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"That's natural, we have a few families here, all of them are rat catchers, and they sent us the goods, and they didn't dare to lie to me if they had the guts. These people have a keen sense of smell, and can always smell the smell of the female mouse's production, and every time they take it while it is hot, and some of them don't even have time to take a look at the female mouse, you say it is fresh or not. The thin old man said, his face full of ostentation.

The bald head laughed and said, "These may be fine against ordinary diners, but for us, they are a little unacceptable." ”

"Why?"

"As far as I know, any animal that is light-hearted and pleasant has a delicious meat, and if it is depressed and sad, its meat has a sour taste. The people who raise chickens in Linzhou play the piano to the chickens every day, and the chickens are happy to be in shape, and then dance, and their meat will be crisp and smooth; the people who raise pigs in Xingzhou regularly give the pigs a bath, and the pigs can be full of energy, spin and paddle, and their meat will also be fat but not greasy; the people who raise cattle in Linzhou will often play the sheng to the cattle drums, and the cattle can be pleasant and pleasant, accompanied by a long roar, and their meat will also have a strong color and fragrance. You mice are sour because of sadness, sour because of emotional stress, and sour because of worry and fear, so the taste will not be too good. ”

It seemed that he had met an expert, and the thin old man was in awe, and hurriedly asked, "In this way, how can we make them happy?"

"It's easy to do. The bald head said to the people who accompanied him, "Open the box we brought with you and make the mice happy." ”

The man agreed, took all the suitcases he was carrying into the house, opened the lid of the box with both hands at the same time, and countless rats ran out of the box, rushed everywhere, sniffed and sniffed, bit the wire cage with his teeth, took out the mice inside, and kept rubbing his face.

It was too late for the thin old man to stop him, so he asked with a cold face: "This master, didn't you come to me to make trouble, what kind of method is this?"

"They are sad because they can't see their parents, and now that we bring them in for a reunion, it's natural that they're happy. After the bald head finished speaking, there was a trace of pain on his face, and he seemed to say to himself, "Alas, no matter what time it is, parents can recognize their children." ”

"You, you!" the thin old man's face turned pale.

The bald head continued as if he hadn't seen it: "The next thing is to solve the nervous panic of the mice, the reason why they are like this is because someone wants to eat them, and every time you open this door, there will be a brother who will be taken away, and they will naturally be afraid. The only solution is to kill everyone here. ”

The Night Tiger stood a few feet away, just watching them talk, not knowing what was happening, just smiling and grinning. It wasn't until I heard the shopkeeper screaming angrily that he realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly rushed over with his men, and several people who came with the bald head took out daggers and greeted them, and soon more than thirty ghosts were lying on the ground.

The middle-aged man pressed the night tiger to the ground and asked, "Do you know that in Duanguo, night is not a casual surname?"

"I, my dad's surname is Ye. The Night Tiger replied helplessly, approaching as if he had thought of something, and asked in fear, "You, you are the Yaksha Army?"

"It doesn't matter. The middle-aged man asked again, "Do you have a son?"

"Not yet, not yet. ”

"Oh, that's good. The middle-aged man said, bit off his throat, and muttered, "Otherwise, he will have to change his surname, so troublesome." ”

Seeing this, the thin old man turned around to run, but was grabbed by the arm by the bald head, and asked sharply: "Even if a person who is good at catching rats, it is difficult to find the nest of the colony without a mouse to guide the way, and say, Where is the traitor?"

"No ......" The thin old man had just said a word, and his arm was broken with a "click" on his bald hand, and said, "I don't want to hear useless words again." ”

"Ahh ”

The bald head opened the cloth covering the cage, and there were dozens of rats inside, mostly yellow-haired, and a few half-yellow and half-gray, squeaked by the sudden sunlight, and the bald head asked in the mouse language: "They are all the same kind, why do you do this?"

When the rats in the cage saw that he could speak, they immediately quieted down, and one of them said: "It's a poor country, it's not easy to survive, and we can't help it." As he spoke, his paws were matched, making a pitiful appearance, the bald head hesitated when he saw this, and the other yellow-haired mouse took advantage of his stunned work, kicked on his hind legs, and overturned the cage, and the mice inside fled in all directions.

"You don't have to chase, they can't run. The bald head stretched out his hand to stop everyone and said calmly.