How to say it, when the armor soldier looked at Zhang Meng, he did tilt his head, but his whole body still maintained a posture of facing the table. Or to put it in one word, the armor soldier twisted his head behind him, in a direction of one hundred and eighty degrees. How could a living person possibly make such an angle? Even those cartilage people who are proficient in jiu-jitsu and acrobatics can't twist their entire head behind their backs.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Zhang Meng's scalp was numb, his adrenaline was soaring, the blood in his body was constantly surging upward, and the pores all over his body were rapidly expanding.

The fat man didn't care about Zhang Meng's abnormality at all, chewing roast chicken in his mouth, and his greasy hands had to take the pig's trotters on the table, and the whole starved ghost was reincarnated.

"Hmm...... Not...... I say...... Zhang Quede, don't be stupid, eat! ”

Listening to the fat man still telling himself about eating at this time, Zhang Meng secretly scolded in his heart, this fat man is really a stupid person. He was involved in it just now, and the old man in the felt hat didn't stop him, but he ate it with relish, didn't he notice that something was wrong with these armorers?

"Eat, eat!" While talking, the fat man also commented: "Although there are meat and vegetables on this table, this meat is really blind to the chef, and there is no fragrance at all, as if it has been left for several days." ”

Hearing the fat man say this, he was smoking like the third uncle, and was secretly looking at the old man in the felt hat of the armor, and turned around and said to the fat man: "It's not delicious, you can put it down." ”

"Bang!"

The fat man immediately fried his hair and slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table, but he immediately rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "If you don't let me eat, I won't eat?" ”

After speaking, he also greeted those armor soldiers: "You're welcome, everyone should be their own home." ”

Seeing that everyone was moving their chopsticks, Zhao San and the others also picked up the chopsticks and wanted to eat the vegetables. But when I heard the two sounds of 'cough cough', I saw that the old man in the felt hat was looking at everyone with a bad face, and everyone was embarrassed to put down the chopsticks.

Only the fat man said triumphantly: "Cut, no one eats, fat man, I have chopsticks by myself." Haha, don't blame the fat man for not leaving you with vegetables......"

After a while, I don't know if this ravine is about to dawn, and the earth qi comes out, making the clouds and mountains in front of me foggy.

Before those armorers could move their chopsticks, a group of people suddenly appeared out of nowhere. These people were different from the group of armorers who came later, and they were dressed more like the old men in felt hats and their people. However, the clothes on their bodies were all tattered, some of them were still dyed red, and their faces were all blue and purple, but because of the relationship between the night and the fog, they couldn't see clearly if they didn't get closer.

"Damn, there's another bunch of rubbing rice!"

Hearing the fat man say this, the group of people were all stunned, and then raised their heads to look at the fat man. Even the stiff and expressionless armor next to him seemed to be still, holding chopsticks and looking at the fat man.

Zhang Meng's heart suddenly sank.

I saw that the old man in the felt hat hurriedly played a round for the fat man: "Everyone sit down, sit down, it's time to ...... the table."

Listening to what the old man in the felt hat said, those people regained the chaotic and lively atmosphere just now. The leaders of them still walked towards Zhang Meng's table, but before they got close, they were glared at by the old man in the felt hat. Those people seemed to be particularly afraid of the old man in the felt hat, and they hesitated to stand in place.

Seeing this, the fat man walked down the table as if he was against the old man in the felt hat, and said to the old men: "Old and young masters, ignore him! It's time to eat, it's time to drink. ”

"What the fat brother said is reasonable, reasonable."

As he spoke, the fat man was a brother to the later hilarious guys.

At last an old man glanced at the old man in the felt hat, and seemed to be very jealous of inviting the fat man to their table for a drink. The fat man saw that the old man in the felt hat had a straight face, and he was also very annoyed that he was drinking at the same table with the old man in the felt hat, so he followed without saying a word.

After seeing the fat man sitting on the adjacent table, the old man in the felt hat suddenly snorted coldly.

Since Zhang Meng felt that something was wrong, he wanted to ask the old man in the felt hat a few words, but before he could speak, he found that the old man in the felt hat was holding a dry tobacco stick and knocking the position where the fat man had just left. A guy who just wanted to come and sit immediately stood up and rolled back to his original position, and the table with a total of seven seats was always empty with a chair, and no one dared to come over and sit down.

Seeing that no one cared about this, Zhang Meng lowered his voice and leaned over to the old man in the felt hat and asked, "Uncle, these people ...... No, what the hell is going on here? ”

"Huh." Seeing that Zhang Meng was polite to him at this time, the old man in the felt hat laughed strangely, and didn't speak, just closed his eyes and smoked.

When the other people on the side heard Zhang Meng ask, they couldn't help but look at Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng trembled and secretly pointed to the armorer behind him who had been looking at him.

At this glance, everyone reacted, and cold sweat broke out on the back of their necks, what kind of pretended Yin soldier is this! Those armor soldiers are all dressed as ancients with their hair tied up, and there are still blood stains on the later gangs, one by one, as scary as they look.

When I saw that everyone's eyes were wide and their mouths were open, they couldn't help but shout. Zhang Meng hurriedly raised his middle finger and signaled that everyone didn't have to make a sound.

"Shh

"This ...... This ......" everyone couldn't help but focus their eyes on the old man in the felt hat, and now in this situation, no matter how stupid the brain is, they all know that there is a problem.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the old man in the felt hat reluctantly put down the dry tobacco stick in his hand, looked at everyone for a long time and said, "Don't look at it, you are all involved in this matter." No one can walk out of this ravine until dawn. ”

"Dawn?" Zhang Meng glanced around again, and felt more and more strange about the group of people around him.

"Yes." The old man in the felt hat said.

Although several people were also shocked by the scene just now, after all, they had rich experience and were still able to calm down. After the veteran Zhao San slowed down for a moment, he opened his mouth and asked the old man in the felt hat: "Brother, you are making this bureau, just to recruit these two things?" ”

Seeing Zhao San use the word "get", the old man in the felt hat snorted dissatisfiedly at first, and then nodded.

Seeing that the old man in the felt hat was inconsistent, several people were a little confused, and finally Zhao San asked, "With all due respect, what is the purpose of my brother's this?" ”

"Purpose?" Hearing Zhao San's words, the old man in the felt hat sighed: "That's a long story!" ”