With the exclamation of the crowd, the king shook his sword twice, and his body fell limply, in front of the stone he loved most, in front of the stone that had brought him wealth and fame—

With tens of millions of foreign debts, he just wants to die to get rid of it. The clay pot will inevitably break by the well, and the general will inevitably die in battle. The beauty is in the twilight, the hero is old, and the sadness and frustration of life are nothing more than this.

At the moment when the back of Wang Yidao's head was about to hit the ground, a fat figure rushed up and pulled him back.

Why have you always encountered a bloody disaster recently-Brother Badou pondered in his heart while inspecting Wang Yidao's wound, the blood was quite scary, but the wound was not deep, after all, the stone he hit just now was not angular. It's just that this guy's eyes are blank and lifeless, and in Brother Badou's opinion, his mental trauma is far greater than his physical one.

Others also gathered around to treat him, and some nearby villagers brought some medicine and gauze, and soon entangled Wang with a knife similar to that of an Arab chieftain. It's just that this chief is a little miserable, his eyes are straight to the sky, which is bleaker than the night sky, I don't know if he crashed into a concussion, or if he mourned more than he died.

Brother Badou found a roll of paper to wipe the blood on his hands, and muttered in his mouth: "No matter how expensive the stone is, it is still a stone; The most precious thing is life, why can't your brother think about it-"

The chief was still looking at the sky, but there were tears rolling down the corner of his eye.

There was a sigh of lamentation around, the king of gambling stones, how many magical legends he created, but in the end he ended up like this, and the gods and horses are all floating clouds.

"Bad luck, I originally wanted to solve the stone, please die far away next time." If you don't say anything, everyone has it, He Gongzi's words sound particularly harsh at this moment.

The people who solve the stone pay attention to the color head, the first stone collapsed, and almost killed someone, those who originally wanted to solve the stone on the spot also occasionally read the mind, but the only one who said cool words, but only He Gongzi. It's just that this guy has a prominent background, and those businessmen present know that they can't afford to mess with him, so they can only be silent.

The fat man didn't care about this, and glared at the surnamed He: "This stone has only been cut twice, and there is still more than half of it left, how do you know that it must have collapsed, and the dog's eyes look down on people!" ”

It's this dead fat man again-He Gongzi can be regarded as having a feud with Brother Badou.

The surrounding businessmen also shook their heads again and again: This fat man has a good heart, but he is a layman. Just now, Wang made two cuts, both of which were from the place where bleeding was most likely. Since he wanted to kill himself, it proved that the stone definitely had no value. In this way, the fat man is not only a layman, but also a brain melon, right?

Only Wang Yidao was still lying quietly on the ground, his eyes in a daze, as if this qiē had nothing to do with him.

"I really don't believe in evil anymore-" The fat man came to the calf-calcing machine: "Help, I'll cut again!" ”

"I'm full." He Gongzi is willing to see jokes.

The fat man said twice: "What if I cut out a stone with chicken blood?" ”

He Gongzi shrugged: "Whatever you say-"

A stone that can force Wang Yidao to commit suicide, in addition to gambling his life, what else does He Gongzi dare not gamble?

Brother Badou stretched out his big slap, spread his fingers apart, and roared viciously: "Bet 50,000 yuan, do you have the guts!" ”

"Okay-" He Gongzi snapped his fingers, and someone behind him immediately took out five bundles of red renminbi, with a bank seal on them: "Since it's a bet, do you also want to take out the money?" ”

"I don't have any money-" The fat man muttered in his mouth, and then slammed the big slap in front of He Gongzi, and under the light, you could see the bloodstains on his hands: "But I have hands, so I will bet with you with these five fingers!" ”

He Gongzi was rushed by his momentum and couldn't help but take a few steps back. The onlookers were also shocked, and many looked at the stone that had been cut twice: I am afraid that this is a piece of bad luck!

"Okay, I'll bet you!" He Gongzi really has never met such a biao person as Brother Badou, but he has always been domineering, of course he can't stop the stupid guy in front of him.

The fat man looked around: "Everyone is a witness - whoever is in front of him, bring a kitchen knife!" ”

"Come on, really, playing hob meat with Ben Gongzi, it's too pediatric, there is a stone dissolving machine here, not to mention the fingers, even the neck can be cut off." He Gongzi said in a weird manner, and the people around him gasped: This guy is even more ruthless!

The thick smell of gunpowder filled the night sky, and for a time there was silence in the field, which made people feel depressed. Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded on the ground: "He Jiaju, I'll bet with you-"

It turned out to be Wang Yidao who spoke, it seems that his brain has not been broken, and he really despises He Gongzi's personality.

The fat man was happy: "Lao Wang, if you still have this thought, you will definitely not die." But the 50,000 is mine, you are not allowed to rob it, see how I win that little pony-"

The corners of Wang Yidao's mouth twitched to the sides, and a wry smile of relief appeared on his face: "Little fat man, thank you - but don't bet with him, you can't win." ”

"I don't believe in this evil, people are destined to have a harvest, and God will help us!" Brother Badou was full of confidence, strode to the front of the stone cutter, and waved his arm: "Cut-"

Then he scratched the back of his head again: "What are you cutting?" ”

No one is willing to step forward, He Jiaju is a figure they can't afford to provoke, but if this fat man really loses and forces people to harm himself, he will be held legally responsible.

"Pull me—" Wang Yidao struggled to sit up, but his mind was dizzy, and he was about to fall down.

The fat man picked him up in the past, and the two people, who had never known each other, leaned on each other to come to the blood-stained stone like old friends for many years. The night wind blew, the chill suddenly thickened, Wang Yidao suddenly laughed loudly, the sky was desolate and desolate, and it echoed in the night sky for a long time: "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone-"

At this moment, the grief and indignation in his heart are comparable to Jing Ke back then.

"Brother, what do you teach me first?" The fat man stared at the stone tightly, and the whole person suddenly became unusually calm.

The basic operation of the stone cutter is very simple, Wang Yidao pointed a little, and then patted the fat man's shoulder, very free and easy: "Cut casually - wait until you finish cutting this knife, and then cut the old brother's hand." Hahaha, it doesn't know how many stones it cut, and it's time to pay the debt! ”

The people around him felt a chill: Is it really a cycle of heaven, and retribution is not happy?

The roar sounded again, and the fat man's knife was crooked, very clumsy, and at a glance it was a novice, the first time to cut a stone. However, his hands are very steady, his body is more stable, and Brother Badou's confidence has never been so strong as it is now.

He Jiaju's gloomy voice suddenly floated: "Cut, in the future, your hand will never have a chance to cut stones-"