After drinking and eating, Yu Huan left the restaurant and found a gambling house.

Ten people were quickly caught and all of them were locked up in a hut.

Boom~

A thick bundle of paper envelopes one foot long and three inches wide was thrown on the broken table, and Yu Huan, who was easy to become a one-eyed ruffian, held a pig-killing knife in his hand and said coldly: "The south is evil, Ye Dou is like a prison, all the people are fire and water, and they have been suffering for a hundred years. ”

Boom~

Click~

After finishing speaking, Yu Huan pinched the body of the pig-killing knife in his hand with two fingers, and broke it lightly, and instantly broke the sound: "What I said just now, all the ten of you were written on the paper envelope in the half-pillar incense time, don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite." Also, if you make a mistake in writing a word, Lao Tzu will tear off one of someone's fingers, and start writing now!"

Ten gamblers, planning to make a big profit tonight.

But I didn't expect to meet a plague god, and without saying a word, ten people were tied up, and the murderous thing was actually forcing people to write.

"Master, the little one can't read and write..."

No one dared to make a sound, let alone raise their eyes to look at the one-eyed wicked man, and they all came to the table to divide paper and take pens, but only one stood up tremblingly.

Hum~

Yu Huan snorted coldly: "Go and polish the ink, pack the paper envelopes that everyone has written!"

This person turned around tremblingly and ran to the table, quickly stretched out his hands and sharpened the ink at the same time, if it was normal, several other gamblers would definitely make fun of him, but now life and death are on the line, who still has the mind.

A bundle of paper is a whole 10,000 sheets.

"No ink, you're blind!"

"Can you hurry up!"

"Give me the paper envelope, and be sharp..."

The nine of them wrote quickly, and the face of the ink grinder was hateful and anxious, and his hands and mouth never stopped.

Either grinding the ink or taking the written paper seal to the mouth to quickly dry the ink stains, and then putting it neatly in the whole yard, before I had time to catch my breath, I heard the angry shouts of the gamblers.

At this time, he regretted dying.

I regret that I didn't know how to read when I was young, and I regret that I suddenly thought of coming out to relieve my hands when I was back in luck just now, and I wanted to turn my luck.

It's good now, I'm waiting for nine people by myself, and one of them is the one who can't die...

Boom~

"Well done, each of the nine of you will have ten taels of silver, and you, the one who grinds the ink, will give you fifty taels. ”

Under the coercion, the efficiency was still very high, and the ten people wrote all the 10,000 paper envelopes in advance, and not a word for word, Yu Huan's eyes swept over one of them, and he shook his head in his heart.

He picked up the bundled paper envelope and threw a money bag on the table: "If you don't want to live anymore, you can tell the house when you go out." ”

Before a few people could reply, Yu Huan's figure had disappeared into the broken house.

The ink-grinding man was the closest to the money bag, and his tired hands were suddenly filled with endless strength, and he grabbed the money bag one by one, quickly took out fifty taels of silver from it, threw away the money bag and ran to the door of the house...

Ye Doucheng, the city lord's mansion.

One knelt on the ground, his eyes showed greedy joy, and he thought in his heart how the lord of the city would reward a few hundred taels of silver.

If it is this person that Yu Huan will definitely recognize here.

He was one of the ten people who were caught writing in the broken house, not the one who sharpened the ink, of course.

"The south is evil, Ye Dou is like a prison, the people are fire and water, and the suffering has been a hundred years. On the high seat, it was Wen Nantian, the city lord of Ye Dou City, who raised his eyelids after reading what was written on the paper cover and said, "Liu Er, you wrote this?"

Liu Er suddenly felt cold, and when he heard the words of the city lord, it seemed that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "City lord, yes, it was written by a one-eyed strong man who forced the villain, and gave the villain ten taels of silver..."

"Okay, since you wrote it, then cut off your right hand!"

The gambler kneeling on the ground suddenly trembled, and hurriedly explained, and before he finished speaking, he saw the city lord waving his hand to signal him to silence: "Someone!"

Whoosh~

The two city lord's palace guards stepped forward quickly, grabbed him, pulled out a hand and stepped on it with one foot, and a knife rang out, and the cold light returned to the sheath.

Yes~

"My hands, my hands..."

The heart-rending howl sounded like a pig, and there was a severed hand on a pool of bright red blood on the ground.

Hum~

"Even people with words nailed to the wall!"

Wen Nantian turned around and left.

A gambler, will the lord of the city believe his words?

I'm afraid that it means that no one will believe it unless they are crazy.

And he had a simple idea, thinking that someone was trying to frame the city lord, and he also arranged such a poisonous plan to make his brother-in-law and brother-in-law turn against each other.

This is a great achievement, the reward is indispensable, and if you are lucky, you may even be able to get a job in the city government...

It's a pity that he was wrong, he is not the lord of the city.

He didn't know the relationship between the city lord and Luo Jin, and the most important thing was that he only said that he was alone when he came, and he was only one person when he met the one-eyed person.

Obviously took the silver, and the one-eyed man reminded him, but he was evil and greedy and hung his life on the edge of the knife.

Yes~

Yes~~~

Outside the castle lord's mansion, at the stone wall.

One after another, they roared and wailed, and soon attracted many onlookers.

"Liu Er?"

The crowd did not know what was happening, but they guessed that this man must have committed a serious crime and was crucified to death on the city wall, and one of the people in the crowd shivered all over his body and whispered softly.

If Liu Erruo is still alive and sees the person opposite, he will definitely recognize it as his gambling friend.

is the only one among the ten who can't write.

Presumably, his regretful heart was broken countless times, and if he could go back to the past, he would never have secretly sealed this piece of paper on his body...

The guard nailed a white paper envelope to the wall, and the onlookers looked over, and a sigh arose, and all kinds of speculation could not be separated from this person's stupid idiot.

"You deserve it, it's really self-defeating!"

Sheng Qiang also saw the paper seal nailed to the wall, said secretly in his heart, and hurriedly turned around and left.

On the long street outside the city lord's mansion, Yu Huan, who disguised himself as an old man selling sugar gourds, accepted a copper plate, handed over a string of sugar gourds to a fat boy, smiled and praised a few words, and then continued to walk on the street shouting, and disappeared into the crowd after a while.

The evil of human nature will eat the evil fruit.

Regarding Liu Er's death, Yu Huan didn't have much feeling.

One moment he became an old man, another he became a chai man, and another he became a merchant.

kept going back and forth between the City Lord's Mansion and the Badao Gate, and walked back and forth four times.

"Are you going to start?"

On the top of a three-story attic, Yu Huan looked at the Badaomen compound thousands of kilometers away, and saw a person walking out of the ring, speaking loudly to signal everyone to be quiet.

And the Badaomen courtyard is brightly lit and crowded with people.

In the ring, after a while, there were two or two groups with a small platform down, a total of ten small platforms were placed in a row, instantly absorbing the eyes of all the martial cultivators in the courtyard.

Ahem~

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a black and gold martial uniform stepped into the ring, hugged his fists and saluted all the martial artists present in the courtyard: "Luo Jin, the master of the Xiaba Dao Sect, must everyone know what day it is, so I won't talk nonsense." Now, everyone goes to the ring in turn according to the lottery drawn in their hands, and starts looking for fate in front of the corresponding 'Wuyuan Stone' stage!"