To say that Jiang is still old and spicy, with Yang Fan's strength equivalent to a Xuan-level martial artist, he couldn't see that the old chief could still get up from the bed when he came last time, and the old guy didn't know what means to use, not only did he hide it from the big imam, but even Yang Fan didn't see it. Ω (8) (1) 『中Δ文网Ω. ８⒈

It seems that the old guy is hiding quite deeply, but I don't know why he is hiding it from everyone, what conspiracy is brewing, or is it a disguise that he is forced to have no choice but to be?

However, Yang Fan quickly thought of the conclusion, from the old chief only got up from the bed after the big imam left, it shows that even the big imam doesn't know his true situation, it should be that the old chief deliberately concealed the big imam, and combined with the big imam's strength, it should be that the old chief was forced to disguise it.

So, Yang Fan made a bold decision, he used the Demon Slaying Sword to open the window and gently jumped into the old chief's bedroom.

"Hey, hello old man, can I ask you about someone, there's a guy named Abdullah, do you know him?" Yang Fan looked at the stunned old chief with a smile on his face, and blinked narrowly as he spoke.

"Who are you? It shouldn't be from our tribe, listen to the accent, you are a foreigner? The old chief was accustomed to seeing wind and rain, and after being shocked at first, he quickly came to his senses: "Since the young man can enter my dormitory in the middle of the night, it seems that he must be very skilled, is it possible that you were sent by Abdullah?" ”

"Hehe, whoever I say sent it, you're not going to believe it, are you?" Yang Fan generously pulled a chair and sat in front of the old chief, picked up the snacks on the table and ate them.

"Young man, what is the matter with me, I advise you to say it quickly, otherwise when someone comes, you won't be able to say it even if you want to." The old chief also pinched a piece of dim sum and put it in his mouth, waiting for Yang Fan to answer.

Yang Fan ate the dim sum carelessly, until he had eaten all the dim sum, and then said with a smile: "Old chief, don't coax me, if the big imam can come back in a short time, will you still get up from the bed?" ”

"Young man, you have eaten all the snacks, and when the big imam comes back, he will definitely know that someone has come, because I can't eat so much at all, old man." The old chief seemed to be a little gloating, looking at Yang Fan and laughing.

"It's okay, as long as the old chief can come up with a suitable price, I don't mind solving the trouble for you." Yang Fan wiped his hands and said lightly, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

Yang Fan said lightly, but in the ears of the old chief, it was shocking: "What, you can kill ...... Forget it, young man, you better hurry up, with your age, even if you have been training since you were a child, how much strength you can have, you are not that person's opponent at all, no matter what the purpose of your coming tonight is, that person is not something you can deal with. ”

"Is that really that good?" As he spoke, Yang Fan stretched out his hand and knocked on the already empty snack tray, and the delicate tray turned into powder, seeing that the old chief's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, he even suspected that he was hallucinating, and he could knock it into powder by knocking on the porcelain tray casually, is this guy still human?

"Tell me about it, old chief, what is going on here, or that sentence, if you offer the right price, I will solve the trouble for you, but if you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I don't mind cooperating with that person."

Yang Fan didn't come to have a friendship with the old chief, although his purpose was to kill the big imam, but it depends on the actual situation, if the old chief didn't know the current affairs, he didn't mind directly erasing him, let his task be completed in advance, and take Ayiguli back to China as soon as possible.

The old chief really didn't disappoint Yang Fan, let alone embarrass him, and after weighing the pros and cons a little, he simply told Yang Fan everything about the matter and told Yang Fan, who had just met.

It turned out that the old chief's bedridden was not all pretended, he was indeed sick, and he was very sick, and the culprit of all this was the tribal spiritual leader he regarded as the greatest reliance, the Grand Imam.

However, the old chief is not a weak chicken to be slaughtered, their tribe has been inherited for thousands of years, and naturally has its own set of special skills, especially as the old chief of the tribal leader, the imam thinks that the foolproof means will not make the old chief lose all his ability to resist.

The old chief used the secret techniques inherited by the tribe to suppress the hands and feet of the great imam on him, and the dark energy that invaded his body was greatly reduced by him, although he could not completely eliminate it, but it was still possible to save his life temporarily.

In fact, the big imam is not willing to let the old chief die, he wants a bedridden, brainless old chief, not a dead chief, according to the rules inherited by the tribe, although the big imam is the highest spiritual leader, but there is no qualification to inherit the chief, the chief can only be hereditary, and the big imam is held by a highly respected person in the tribe, not a hereditary system.

It is far easier to control an old chief who is bedridden than it is to control a young and strong new chief, so the big imam uses his dark energy to slowly erode the old chief's body and keep him alive in order to keep the power of the tribe firmly in his hands.

"Old chief, who do you want to succeed you as chieftain, according to your ideas?"

Yang Fan interrupted the old chief's talk, this old thing may be too suffocating, talking endlessly, and chattering, catching Yang Fan is like catching a garbage can, everything is poured into it, Yang Fan frowned when he heard it, if the situation was not thoroughly understood, he would have to smoke him.

"Bold, you dare to probe into the secrets of our tribe, your heart can be punished, believe it or not, let people shoot you?" The old chief's superiority was sick again, and he unconsciously wanted to rush at Yang Fanwei.

"Go to the mud horse, who is the old guy playing with prestige, I'll kill you." Yang Fan raised his hand and snapped twice, and the two big-eared scrapers slapped the old chief's nostrils with blood, and even the dentures in his mouth flew away.

Looking at Yang Fan in disbelief, the old chief has been blinded, since he became the chief, where has he suffered such a violent loss, and was slapped by someone, shame, shame!

"Come ......" The old chief subconsciously wanted to call the guards, and as soon as he said a word, he shut up in shock, once he let the big imam know that his illness was faked, it is estimated that he will not be far from real death. In the face of real death, even the old chieftain who has been talking about Allah all day long has to admit that it seems that he has been slapped in vain, not only can he not retaliate, but he must be obedient, otherwise he will definitely be beaten. (To be continued.) )