dragged the semi-prostrated Gong San'er and Gui San away, Gao Wanfu was directly left in the private room, anyway, this Dongcheng Hotel is the territory of this guy, and Zhao Kuangchao is not afraid of any accidents to this fat man.

The four of them took a taxi and went straight to Ranqing, and when they arrived at Ranqing, it was already early in the morning, and the ransacked Ranqing was also cleaned, and threw these two drunken guys to the third floor of the room where they originally lived, Zhao Kuangran felt unprecedented exhaustion, and said hello and fell headlong in the security room where he used to be, the uncomfortable bed gave Zhao Kuangchao a sense of security, so that Zhao Kuangchao fell asleep directly.

A rare restful sleep, Zhao Kuangran hoped that he would never wake up, and hoped that he would get up immediately, such a contradiction.

When you open your eyes again, what will the world be like? Maybe no one thinks that way in their sleep.

In a far, far away place, at three in the morning, when the world was the quietest, a man with a pickaxe on his back, taking advantage of the heavy rain at night, stepped on an uninhabited mountain step by step.

The rain spared no effort, like a bullet hitting this man's face, and the occasional lightning could only vaguely see a face carved out of a knife, in this kind of place, highlighting the incomparably terrifying.

Finally, the man walked through the winding dirt road and stood on the bare and ruined mountain.

In front of the eye, there is only a small grave bag, extremely terrifying, it seems that walking here, will make people's body temperature drop instantly, but this man with a pickaxe, his expression has not changed at all, step by step extremely heavy walked up, lightning instantly struck, as if this god is angry.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, and the old ancestor, since there is nothing left behind, this Huangfu family today, don't do it, if you have a grudge or a grudge, if you can't sleep well, let this God clean me up, or you come by yourself." The man's voice was low, and he picked up the pickaxe and went down, and now the rain was heavier, and the wind was blowing to death, and the lightning seemed to be about to hit the man's body, but despite this, it couldn't stop the man from making a god-like move.

He's a madman, a pure madman, and there's nothing to cheat.

Finally, this madman dug out another ≯≯≯≯,m.$.co◎mstyle_tt; A corpse, as if he was not afraid of ghosts and gods at all, it seemed that this madman was still smiling, but the smile was so sad.

"It's you things that have turned to ashes, how are they worthy of our offerings and our guarding? For the sake of you dead, let the living live worse than the living, are you older generations really glorious? The man's face was hideous, and as if he were crazy, he slammed his pickaxe into the bones.

Zhao Kuangran opened his eyes, the dazzling sunlight made Zhao Kuangran wake up instantly, took out his copycat mobile phone, and found that it was already afternoon, I didn't expect that I had slept for so long with this squint, changed my clothes and went downstairs, and found that the original mess had been sorted out in an orderly manner, and a few people around the innermost card seat were studying the files brought from Xu Hongmeng.

Da Yue was the first to notice Zhao Kuangchao who came over, touched his head and smirked: "Brother Chaozi, we saw that you were sleeping too deeply, so we didn't wake you up." ”

Zhao Kuang didn't mind, sat down in the position that had been left early, and watched everyone looking at this piece of paper with photos with a solemn face.

"Tricky?" Zhao Kuang was in a mess.

Gong San'er nodded.

"To what extent?" Zhao Kuang asked.

"It's not yet the point of nine deaths, depending on us, if we're lucky, we may be able to win them all, but we have to leave a few behind." Gong San'er scratched his head, with a serious face, just like the guy who was drunk and crazy last night.

Zhao Kuang's brows also frowned, he knew that Gong San'er was not alarmist, and Gong San'er believed that everyone at this table would understand, but it seemed that no one here had a so-called retreat.

"There are five difficult guys, these five people can't move for the time being, if they reach an alliance, then if we fight first, we may die a miserable death." Uncle Zhao tapped on the five sheets of paper on the table.

"The rest of the people can we move again?" Gong San'er is very demoralizing, now Qingdao has not been broken the deadlock, it seems that to be broken, you have to pay a very heavy price, the first bird is a very pure life-saving storage zài, maybe it will be pointed at by all the barrels, at that time, it is really difficult to fly.

"If that's what you're going to do now?" Turtle San looked at Gong San'er, who was very demoralizing, and asked with a pout.

"Build the Black Pavilion again." Zhao Kuangran replied in place of Gong San'er.

"The Black Pavilion?" Gong San'er looked puzzled, but after a while, she understood something.

"Black Pavilion" Uncle Zhao muttered, as if he remembered another man, a man who supported the Black Pavilion alone and killed Pan Weigong alone.

"The Black Pavilion?" The three turtles were confused.

"It's the Black Pavilion." Zhao Kuang was confused. I don't know if it's for the sentence that doesn't follow common sense, or for the next good move, or for the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"Master, call the fat man and ask him to spread the word "black hall" to me in Qingdao." Zhao Kuang rushed to Gong San'er, who was thinking about something.

Gong San'er nodded, got up without any opinion and called Gao Wanfu.

"Uncle Zhao, take me to the Black Pavilion to have a look, Pan Weigong owns Jincheng Huafu, the black cat has Egret Bay, and the roe deer has explicit, I don't want me to have only one burning affection, and only one burning affection can be harmed." Zhao Kuang was in a mess.

"Have you thought about it? You must know that the black hall is not just about opening a restaurant, there are too many things involved in these two words, there are on the surface, and there are also things in the secret, but it is not just an interest group. Uncle Zhao looked solemn, is this black hall just a black restaurant? If it were so simple, there would be no such name left in this area, the essence of the black hall is that you can take on any work that is too black to be black, and now, Uncle Zhao doesn't believe that Zhao Kuanglan is capable, or put all his energy on this black hall.

"I want to take Qingdao in the name of the Black Pavilion, not to revive the Black Pavilion in the name of taking Qingdao, if I win, no matter how dark the work is, as long as I can take it, I will take it." Zhao Kuang was indifferent.

Uncle Zhao was stunned, he didn't expect Zhao Kuangran to see so long-term, this is also the most surprising thing for Uncle Zhao, he originally thought that Zhao Kuangran was just a young man with strength, but luck stood above strength, the only special thing was that Zhao Kuangran was a person with no background, although it was not mediocre, but it was definitely not amazing.

But Zhao Kuangchao's words completely broke Uncle Zhao's view, what is this seemingly unambitious young man carrying, and what can make this young man have such ambitions, an ambition to leave a name in the whole of China, very terrible and abstract, after all, this is a very slim dream, or the benefits are greater than the pay, this is just in Uncle Zhao's eyes.

Black Pavilion, a very iconic building, in Qingdao is not prosperous and not declining in a section, connected to a piece, this used to be a city that never sleeps, I don't know how Pan Weigong got it, and then renamed it Black Pavilion, the first director is called Meng Deng, a very sad character, a pawn for a lifetime, the number of times in and out of life and death is higher than any of the so-called superiors in Qingdao, just leaving a very unrealistic prestige.

Some people may be born a pawn and have the cheapest life, some people may not believe this, thinking it is a very nonsense sentence, but this sentence was vividly interpreted by Meng Deng, not long after this pawn finally sat in the position of a hero, he collapsed, not that his means were not thunderous enough, nor that he was much worse than others, maybe he didn't have that glorious life at all, maybe, since some people were born poor, then would anyone be born rich?

The second owner here is called Guo Qingyi, who is also a tragic character, with a rich and noble life, but he still hasn't gotten rid of the curse of the word black hall, and he still hasn't warmed the position of the owner of the hall, so he died in vain.

Zhao Kuang looked up at the two words of the black hall that had completely fallen, and thought of that sad topic for no reason, how many such places are there in this capital?

"Can you really hold up this place?" Gong San'er looked up, as if these four floors were taller than those high-rise buildings, and he couldn't see them even if he tried to.

Zhao Kuang was confused, without any hesitation.

"Just us?" Gong San'er looked at this group of people, muttering in his mouth, before it was over, Uncle Zhao opened the door of the black hall that had been closed for an unknown amount of time.

The group walked in, as if they had walked into a world that had been sealed in dust for an unknown period of time, and the dust was like snow, and one footprint after another, as if they had told the world that it was extremely dead and silent, and that someone had come.

The city that never sleeps has been changed beyond recognition, and the black hall has also been changed beyond recognition by Guo Qingyi, this unrecognizable qiē has been destroyed by time even more unrecognizable, all of them have changed, there is no one here, it is no longer a black hall, or the black hall is not here, what is the meaning of the hanging signboard?

Zhao Kuangran gently touched this qiē, as if touching the world that he could never grasp, this world was once far away from him, he thought that he would never touch it in his life, and he didn't want to touch it, but now, Zhao Kuangchao stood here, just feeling a trance, and only trance.