The gates of hell descended into terror.

There was fear on everyone's face.

As soon as the sun rose, a gang on the fourth floor was wiped out, and no sound of fighting was heard.

"Did you hear that? I killed the vampire yesterday and got rid of the yellow hair on the fourth floor!"

"I just heard that I shouldn't have slept if I knew there was such a wonderful scene in the morning! ”

"What kind of witchcraft, Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this kind of thing, it must be poisoned. ”

"It's definitely not a simple poison, poison, either poison or poison, I heard the people on the fourth floor say that the yellow-haired people fell one after another, but after more than twenty minutes, one after another woke up ......"

The entire Gates of Hell are discussing this.

It was still early, at seven o'clock, the yellow-haired people got up one after another, Yan Jiucheng staggered and hummed a little song across their territory, and said loudly: "Who am I? You turtle grandson, I am your grandfather!"

That's what they heard.

Then it's time to "hear from people".

"I heard from the people on the fourth floor that the nine eyes crossed the turf line directly and pointed at the man. "On the second floor, a man with a sharp beak and a monkey's cheek gathered around in a circle, and his eyes did not move.

I saw the sharp-beaked monkey whimper, raised his legs and took a step forward.

Everyone's faces showed excitement.

"Who am you, you turtle grandson, Lao Tzu is your grandfather!" The sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks showed a fierce light, his hand was a little on the forehead of one of them, and the spit Xingzi flew out, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely terrifying tone: "He just pointed at that person's forehead, just like that......"

Everyone held their breath and their eyes widened.

But the sharp-beaked monkey's gills didn't say anything, but slurped for a long time.

"And then?" the crowd asked, unable to hold back.

"Bang!" the sharp-beaked monkey's gills suddenly exploded, his voice was high-pitched, and the speed was as fast as thunder on the ground, which frightened everyone, and a look of fear shot out of his eyes, and his voice suddenly lowered, and he seemed to look around in fear.

"And the man fell, motionless, like a dead fish!"

Everyone gasped in disbelief.

"Witchcraft?" muttered a fat man.

The eyes of the people around lit up, you look at me, I look at you, and finally looked at the person with the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks. I saw the sharp-beaked monkey pacing back and forth, shaking his head incessantly as he paced.

He was one of the old men who had spent the longest time at the gates of hell, and the killing of the former and the rise of the latter were all repeated on his incorruptible tongue.

The gates of hell are so bitter, so bitter that it is a great blessing to have such an old man to tell stories and listen to them.

This sharp-billed monkey is one of the most popular people at Hellgate, and people on every floor like to shout at him for a few jokes and stories. People on the low floors listen to it as a relief, and people on the high floors listen to themselves in the joke, which is also fun.

Therefore, the old monkey, like that madman, can occasionally go up to the fifth, sixth or seventh floors, and no one will stand in his way.

"Old monkey, this must be witchcraft, right?"

"Yes, I think it's witchcraft. ”

Everyone looked at the old monkey with the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks.

"I know what he's doing. When the old monkey said this, he raised his head very confidently, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and said, "Moreover, I also know the spell he used. ”

Everyone was stunned, and surrounded the old monkey more and more.

"Do you want to know?" the old monkey raised an eyebrow.

Everyone nodded hurriedly.

The old monkey stretched out his hand: "The old rules ......"

……

After everyone was depressed for a few seconds, several people took out toilet paper from their arms and handed it over, according to the rules of the old monkey, every time he heard the excitement, he had to sell it, especially this kind of freshly baked good story, and he had to take the opportunity to make a profit: No, more than a dozen pieces of toilet paper are in hand, and you can wipe your butt uncontrollably.

Some of them stood up and walked out of the old monkey's room.

"Phew! The old monkey does this every time. ”

"Don't get in the way, wait for a few of them to listen to it, and then come out and tell us the same. ”

The crowd without paper squeezed outside the door, pricking up their ears.

"Witchcraft!" replied in the affirmative with the Monkey Gills of the Sharp-beaked Monkey in the attitude of an expert.

The dozen or so people left behind slapped their thighs and deeply agreed with the well-informed old monkey who gave such an answer exactly as they thought.

"When he crossed the turf line humming a little tune, it was a mantra. The old monkey pointed to the fourth floor, and his words were certain, and no one doubted him, knowing that he was a figure who had just come down from the fourth floor.

"How do you pronounce the incantation?" several people gathered around with wide eyes.

"Pear...... Pear ...... "That old monkey doesn't understand Chinese, pears for a long time, and naturally can't sing in the back, but he still has two brushes, and he actually hums the tune like that, and he also hums a section."

"Yes!" one of them slapped his thigh and stood up, adding a fire to the old monkey's words: "That's the spell!"

"Yes, I listened too, it's this pear, pear, pear, pear, pear

A few people said it as if it were true.

As he was talking, he heard a voice from the fourth floor, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen, their faces full of horror.

Pear blossoms bloom, spring brings rain

The pear blossoms fall, and the spring enters the mud

……

I could only hear Yan Jiucheng's voice coming, even if it was in such a noisy gate of hell, his voice made people quiet down instantly. Especially when men sing female tunes, ninety percent of them sing very ordinary, and they always feel awkward when they listen to it, and it looks more and more weird after being guided by the old monkey.

"Listen, now the nine-eyed boss has taught the bull-headed boss, in the future, we all have to be careful!" The old monkey shuddered for a moment, his eyes were full of mystery: "Provoke anyone, don't mess with the nine-eyed boss from the mysterious East who understands witchcraft!"

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In the cow's room, the remaining bottle of wine opened.

"Congratulations, brother, on the fourth floor!" the bull's dagger was stuck on the table, and a bloody strip was set on it, which was the tongue of the yellow hair.

Over the years, the two gangs have fought so many times, one of which was to cut the tongue of a brother on the left arm of the bull's head with yellow hair, and in the eyes of the people on the fourth floor, this cut of the yellow hair can be regarded as establishing a status, surpassing the position of the bull's head.

Now, the bright red tongue told everyone that this revenge had been avenged.

"It's a pity, we're at the gates of hell, and if we're all good people, we'll have to get a table of good food and wine outside, and we'll have a good time. Niu Tou said, smiled bitterly, and shook his head again: "But to be a good person, I have no fun in this life." ”

Yan Jiucheng didn't need to look up to feel the sadness of the bull's head.

Every time you fight, even if you win, your heart will always be blocked.

The other party's today may be their own tomorrow. Here, there is no one who has the last laugh.

"By the way, the tune you sang to me yesterday, the more I think about it, the better it sounds, or else, you sing it for me, I record it, learn to sing, it's also fun. ”

What Yan Jiucheng didn't expect was that the bull head of a tall cow of more than 1.9 meters really became interested in Peking Opera, and he was also a male singer and a female dan.

He laughed, took the radio, pressed the recording function and began to sing.

Xu is yellow hair was extinguished, he was happy in his heart, and he was his good brother who had just moved into the fourth floor, and he was more and more without careful pressure in his heart, and then listening to Yan Jiucheng's bright voice, the bull head actually stood up, learning to make a daughter with an orchid finger, and was extremely intoxicated.

After singing the song, the bull head was intoxicated for a long time.

This made Yan Jiucheng laugh dumbly, it was really such a tall black man holding his daughter's form, some disobedience and some hilarious, just a student's face full of bulls, which made people embarrassed to laugh at him.

"It's a pity, if there is a tune, then put on your clothes, stand on the stage, and beat the little drum, and then raise your voice to applaud. Yan Jiucheng said casually: "In the future, you will only go to the pear orchard to listen to the play." ”

The bull's eyes were full of expectation, shining like stars, but then his face darkened, and he sighed deeply: "I'm a wicked person, I don't have a chance." ”

Yan Jiucheng realized that he had said the wrong thing, he was a person who only carried out a mission at the gate of hell for five days, and he could still get out. But the bull head is different, he is afraid that he will have to survive the gates of hell for the rest of his life.

It is impossible to have the opportunity to sit in the audience, enjoy a Peking Opera that he has just become obsessed with, and see Yan Shan, who is respected by the Chinese people as the quintessence of the country.

"I just didn't sing it, I'll record it for you again. Yan Jiucheng took the radio in Niu Tou's hand, this time, he sang seriously, and tried his best to make Niu Tou as much as possible to have such a small thing to comfort his soul in the long years to come.

After singing, it's time to go to the third floor to pick up those brothers on the third floor, and at the same time, you have to drive down some of his diehards who originally followed Huang Mao on the fourth floor.

The dozen or so people walked down to the fourth floor with their heads drooping and trembling, while Yan Jiucheng's brother on the third floor walked to the fourth floor with their heads held high.

It's good to be alive, and the change of status is a common thing at the gates of hell, not to mention.

However, with a stick of incense, the news of the Nine-Eyed Boss's good use of witchcraft has been known to everyone, and there are many versions, each version is more terrifying than the other. So much so that when Yan Jiucheng walked down the third floor, people from other gangs on the third floor gave way one after another, and the timid ones even knelt directly in the corner.

"Boss Nine. The crowd bent down.

"Boss Nine. The eyes of the people were full of fear.

"Boss Nine. Everyone instinctively stepped back and stayed away from Yan Jiucheng.

From the Nine-Eyed Boss to the Ninth Boss, the subtle change of the title reflects Yan Jiucheng's status in the Gate of Hell to become famous in the first battle and the prestige in the second battle. Everyone contributed gauze, and the old monkey also squeezed through the crowd and contributed his carefully preserved hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Yan Jiucheng leaned on the railing and swept his gaze down.

It fell on the agent's man.

The agent sneakily wandered around the rooms, looking at the eighth floor from time to time.

Yan Jiucheng didn't want to be the ninth boss here for the rest of his life, he wanted to use the rope made of clothes to climb to the eighth floor tonight, in an excellent position on the fourth floor.

And before that, this agent must be dealt with in order to prevent future troubles.

[I've been coughing for a few days, and it's getting worse and worse, thank you for liking my article, and thank you for urging me to change, but I do want to ensure the quality, plus I'm not in good health, I hope you'll forgive me. It's about to be on the shelves in a blink of an eye, and I don't know if 17k readers like this kind of intensively cultivated niche article, and I hope they will support it when the time comes. 】