When Zhang Hanming heard the voice, he drifted over with the source of the sound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As far as the eye could see, there was a group of young men, divided into two main camps, four on one side and seven on the other. At this time, both sides were in the midst of a fierce fight with weapons in their hands.

On the side of the seven of them, Zhang Hanming happened to know one of them, a local gangster, dyed red hair, like a cockscomb.

I usually like to collect protection fees from nearby shops, and I am a local tyrant.

However, the other party didn't know Zhang Hanming, and Zhang Hanming had seen him making trouble in a shop when he was walking at night before.

Although Dazhong County is a small county and economically backward, it is a county after all, and there are still some small gangsters. But that's about it. At most, it's beating people and smashing stores, and I haven't talked about murder and drug use on TV.

As for the four people opposite, Zhang Hanming could tell from their shouting and scolding that they seemed to be outsiders, and each of them had a machete in his hand. And most of the cockscomb men have sundries on the side of the road, and a few people still have steel rods in their hands. Two of them were already machetes on the ground by the other.

Although there is a gap in the number of the two sides, due to the machetes of the outsiders and the desperate efforts of the locals, they are also evenly matched.

"Some time ago, I heard that some outsiders came to the street, not good people, and they wanted to invest in hotels, nightclubs, Internet cafes or something here. The means are ruthless. I didn't expect to even kill people. Zhang Hanming looked at those outsiders and was a little unpleasant.

Although the seven local gangsters are not a good thing, Zhang Hanming doesn't like it either, but after all, they are locals, and they will leave a line in everything they do, and they will not do things absolutely.

Although he collected premiums and beat people, he never used a knife, let alone killed or injured his family.

Therefore, as long as these gangsters don't go too far, the local police and many shops can tolerate it. Even if you encounter something, you can spend money to ask the other party to help you out.

Zhang Hanming had heard that the owner of a shop was an old man, and he had a son, who was also uneducated, and once beat his father in the store. was seen by a few thugs who were under protection money and taught him a hard lesson.

In fact, this is also the survival rule of the local gangsters, if there is no rule, the local people will not be able to tolerate them at all. Not to mention that they themselves have families living here.

After a long fight between the two groups, one local thug and another out-of-town thug fought together, and both men fought for their lives. In the end, the two fell together.

The rest of the scene saw that someone had died, and also recovered some of their sanity from the madness, and the three outsiders hurriedly left with the bodies of their companions. Six local thugs also gathered around their own corpses, some sighing, some crying, and some clenching their fists.

At the shouting of one of them, the other five slowly got up and began to clean up the scene briefly. Leave with the corpse.

And Zhang Hanming followed behind these people, and on the way to transport the corpses, some white gas slowly floated out of the corpses, and then began to converge into the appearance of a man.

This person suddenly appeared, perhaps not knowing that he was dead, and now he was just a soul, and he was still greeting several other people.

"Brother Ji, are we winning? Hey, Brother Ji, why don't you speak. The soul shouted at the cockscomb. But it is strange why the other party does not speak and ignores himself.

Then I looked at the other people next to me, all of them were all depressed, and I felt strange, 7 of my brothers were here, and it seemed that they had won the fight. What else in the world can make the brothers unhappy?

When he walked around and saw the corpse lying in the back of the van, his face suddenly turned even paler. Maybe he didn't even know that his face was pale.

"Ah~!" The man let out a loud roar of terror from within. I couldn't accept it for a while, and then looked at my hands, if he still had a body, he would definitely be cold all over.

"Don't scream, why are you so loud." Zhang Hanming, who had been following behind, spoke impatiently.

"Huh? Are you a human or a ghost? The man suddenly saw a figure floating behind his van and yelled.

Although this person was frightened by his corpse just now, after all, he was mixed up in the road, and his psychological quality was relatively good. Soon calmed down slightly, and there was still a faint fierce aura on his body that had not dissipated when he had just fought.

"Can ordinary people see ghosts? Don't you know what you are? Zhang Hanming looked at the other party's illusory feet with disdain and replied.

"Old man, your tone is better, I look at you, you seem to be waiting for me. Could it be that my death has something to do with you! As he spoke, he raised his finger angrily and pointed at the other party and asked.

"Hehe, boy. If you can't beat someone, if you're dead, you're dead. If I don't even dare to admit this, I can only look down on you. Zhang Hanming sneered.

"Okay, old man, get ready for the medical bills. Yes! The young man screamed and rushed straight at Zhang Hanming.

Zhang Hanming was originally a local mountain dweller, and he had planted the land all his life, although he became a ghost, his physique was not bad, even with his soul body. Coupled with the nourishment of the soul nourishing jade for these few hours. He already has the appearance of a sixty-year-old.

When the next one dodged and avoided the opponent's attack, the other party was also a person who was used to fighting, so he immediately retreated, and with one arm turn, he hit Zhang Hanming's body.

Zhang Hanming is still in his 60s in physical fitness, and he can't compare with young people, and he is somewhat at a disadvantage. But he can also persevere, but this makes Zhang Hanming, who has just taken over the task from Wang Xiaode, feel a little faceless.

He used the soul slashing knife he had just used, wanting to teach the other party a small lesson.

The young man was a little surprised when he saw the big knife in the other party's hand, but he didn't panic. Another charge came up, but this time it was blocked by Zhang Hanming's broadsword.

The young man's arm fell on the soul slasher, as if the arm was a piece of cheese that had fallen onto a hot knife, and it was split into two parts at once. The young man in pain rolled directly on the ground.

This soul-deep pain is not comparable to the pain of being hurt in the flesh. And the arm that had just been cut off was detached from the main body, and the effort dissipated into the air in a moment.

"Goodong" Zhang Hanming swallowed his saliva, he didn't expect that the soul cutting knife that was not powerful when he cut the dog before would be so powerful when facing the real ghost. Seeing the arm that was dissipating, I couldn't help but be a little afraid.