Chen lame said with a smile: "I don't know, when I first came here today, he led us the way, and it seems to be quite enthusiastic." ”

"That old guy has a bad stomach, he knew that he would choose Old Man Li as the village chief at that time, and all the oil and water this guy fished went to raise the widow!" Lai Zi took a sip.

Knowing the reason, Zhao San and Chen Cripple glanced at each other, and the two of them toasted separately, and soon poured Lai Zi to the ground, making a shocking snoring sound.

"I knew that dead old man wasn't a good bird, and I must have recognized him when I watched Ah Meng today." Zhao San pulled out a dagger and said with a sneer.

"No, we're new here, don't make anything happen, you put this medicine in the water he drinks, and ask him when the time comes! He doesn't remember what happened when he wakes up. The sick ghost thought for a while, gave Zhao San a packet of medicinal powder, and told him.

This kind of medicinal powder is made by the sick ghosts themselves, and these are generally used to do some things in the hands of the Jianghu people, such as raping women and stealing children. The method of making this medicinal powder was accidentally spread from the sick ghost, and he occasionally got the formula for a guy when he was six doors, and then he made a lot of money with this recipe. But the end is naturally extremely miserable, I don't know what to feed the sick ghost, and I howl for a few days and nights before dying, these are all previous words.

"Well, what the old ghost said is, Lao Zhao, don't always be swordsmen and guns!" Chen Cripple glanced at him.

"Where is the need for such trouble." Zhao San said with a mutter.

"Don't worry, it's going to be dark this day, wait until it's dark and then go." Chen Cripple thought for a moment and said.

"Third uncle, I'm going too!"

After waiting for a while, it was completely dark, Zhao San touched a small knife and was about to set off, Zhang Meng hurriedly followed.

Looking at Zhang Meng's nervous face, Zhao San's intention to scold him to go back was also forcibly retracted: "Ah Meng, act according to your third uncle, impulsiveness will ruin a big thing." ”

"I know, third uncle, I won't mess around!" Zhang Meng said gratefully.

With their memories, Zhao San and Zhang Meng came to the entrance of the village in the dark, and it was here that they dealt with the old man today.

"This old man's house should be nearby, and when I saw him today, I took a pot for brushing his teeth." Zhao San said softly, motioning for Zhang Meng to go separately to find it.

Zhang Meng nodded, and came to a house with a cat, and from the gap in the earthen wall, he could see whether this family was the old man he saw in the morning.

Looking for several families in a row, none of them were the old man's house, Zhang Meng raised his feet and gently walked to another house that was quite remote around, and before he got closer, he heard a strange sound.

Zhang Meng looked inside curiously, and almost had a nosebleed.

In the room, the two light striped bodies were entangled, and the woman was facing the direction that Zhang Meng was looking at, and the hills and hills of her body were clearly visible. Where has Zhang Meng seen such a scene? I only felt a stream of hot air rushing to my lower abdomen, and the thing under my body instantly stood up.

"This dead old man is not shallow, there is still this beautiful girl hidden in the house!"

Zhang Meng was still watching carefully, but Zhao San's voice suddenly came from his ears, which startled him a lot, he turned his head to look at Zhao San and looked at him with a strange smile, and couldn't help but feel a little red-faced.

"They started that when I came......"

Zhang Meng hurriedly distinguished.

"Okay, okay, when I go back to Hong Kong, I'll find a few little beauties to open up for the cute boy!" Zhao San laughed hesitantly, he suddenly pinched his Adam's apple and screamed.

"Someone is peeking!"

Zhang Meng heard the sound in the room, watched the old man rush out with a flat pole, and suddenly his soul was scattered, and he walked into the dark with his crotch.

The old man rushed out and looked for a long time without seeing anyone, and then he went back in a huff.

There was a miscellaneous sound in the room, as if the two were arguing, and a half-old kicked open the wooden door angrily and left.

Zhang Meng hid in the distance, watching Zhao San frowning, and then hurriedly ran over.

"Wait a minute." Zhao San took out the cigarette gun and played with it for a while, and then lit the tobacco and took a puff.

"Third uncle, you just gave the medicine a moment ago?" Zhang Mengqi said, the kung fu just now, but in less than ten seconds, this Zhao San did things well unconsciously.

Zhao San raised his eyebrows and said angrily.

"What's this, I want to think that the third master and I had two box guns, a white-maned horse, and more than 30 bandits met in a narrow way, that was to kick down the Tibetans, shoot with two guns, kill in the dark, seven in and seven out. People say that I am the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong, so I got the nickname of 'White Horse Zhao San'. Now people are old and useless. ”

"Gotta have it, third uncle, you don't ask me anything."

Zhang Meng's head grew when he heard this, and he quickly interrupted Zhao San.

Smoking a bag of tobacco, Zhao San glanced at the crack in the earthen wall, then pushed open the door and walked in.

I saw that the old man's face was dull, and his eyes were sluggish, as if he was drunk. Zhang Meng saw that the old man was starting to get confused, so he hurriedly asked, "What did my father tell you back then?" ”

The old man showed a confused expression, as if he didn't know how to answer Zhang Meng.

"You give me death, you can't answer even if you ask a living immortal! Let me ask. Zhao San kicked Zhang Meng away angrily, he moved a stool and sat opposite the old man.

"Did a middle-aged man come into the village a few years ago, he was the only one?"

"Yes!"

"Did he look for you after he came out?"

"Yes!"

"What did he tell you?"

"Well, he gave me a gold chain and asked me to give a word to a scar on the face, a lame foot, or a postspring with a broad forehead."

As soon as Zhang Meng heard it, he knew that his father was talking about Zhao San, Chen Cripple and himself.

"What?"

The old man showed a terrifying look on his face, he pointed at Zhang Meng in horror, his eyes swelled and bulged, like a goldfish, Zhang Meng was secretly a little scared.

"Hurry up, don't go in, there's a trap here!"

Zhao San saw that the old man was excited, and knew that the old man would have to become an idiot if he went down, so he slapped him hard, and the old man calmed down.

"It seems that this old man's expression is your father's expression at that time...... On the way back, Zhao San also rarely became a little dignified, the information revealed by this old man is simply terrifying, it is very likely that they came here to be a huge conspiracy.

Zhang Meng shook his head, feeling a little headache.

If what the old man said was true, then why did his father have the letter to be delivered to him, it was this letter that led him to this place.

Zhang Meng feels that he is caught in a confusing conspiracy, which one is his father's true intention? These Zhang Meng are completely unknown, and the closer he gets to the clues left by his father, the more he feels that this layer of fog is even thicker, and he is lost and unable to find the right direction.

At the door of Lai Zi's house, after several people heard Zhao Sandao's message, their expressions were a little shocked.

"Ye Ye I know, he never drags his feet in doing things, although he is a literati, but it is, no, no, this is what I Lao Chen admires the most. This kind of indecisive thing is not like the work of the karma, we must definitely continue to investigate! ”

Chen Cripple spoke up for a long time, indicating his attitude.

Zhao San and the sick ghost also nodded slightly, the two of them have been following Zhang Shaoye for a long time, and their understanding of Zhang Shaoye is not less than that of Zhang Meng.

"I also think that this time Ye Ye's death is not simple, and the disappearance of the corpse also shows some information, who is most afraid that we will get Ye Ye's body, or are they afraid that Ye Ye's body will leak some secrets? I think we should go back to Hong Kong as much as possible, if what this 'Ye Ye' said is true, then wouldn't it be self-defeating for us to go any further? ”

Zhao San thought about it and shook his head and said.

"You're right, but I think the decision on this matter is still on Ah Meng......" The sick ghost who had been silent finally spoke, and this time, he directly threw the problem to Zhang Meng.