Two hours later, Ah Jiu returned to the liquor store.

Little Red is bored counting pigeons, counting and counting always wrong. But she was still counting, counting once, and scolding Ah Jiu.

Ah Jiu quietly came behind Xiaohong, found a small stool to sit on, let the sunset lazily sprinkle on his body, listened to Xiaohong's chatter, couldn't help but slightly upturn the corners of his mouth, and laughed silently.

"I hate it, it's messed up again, you Ah Jiu, what are you doing walking around in the cage!" Little Red looked at one of the most powerful pigeons and scolded with a smile.

"If it weren't for the pleasing look of you, I would have stewed you a few times, what a smug!" The pigeon was disobedient and scurried up and down the pigeon rack, so crowded that the pigeons around him had nowhere to stand, and flew up and landed elsewhere.

"Alas, you enemy!" Xiaohong didn't count, took two steps back, and wanted to sit on the small stool to take a breath, but sat on Ah Jiu's face.

With a scream, Xiaohong turned around suddenly, saw Ah Jiu's smiling face, and immediately became furious: "You are a dead Ah Jiu, you want to scare me to death!" ”

Ah Jiu was about to say something, when suddenly his ears moved slightly, as if he heard something. After a little groaning, he went directly to hug Xiaohong, and stepped into the small firewood room next to the pigeon rack in one step.

Little Red barked twice like a cat, and then there was no sound, and her face turned red. She hooked one hand around Ah Jiu's neck, closed her eyes, and clenched the other hand into a fist, symbolically beating Ah Jiu's back.

Ah Jiu was like a leopard, holding a person, quietly jumping on a pile of firewood, his eyes shining in the dim light.

"Third child, is this the wine shop?" Two people quietly touched into the backyard of the wine store, and one of them was full of meat, and it was Zhang Butcher, who killed pigs in Nanguan.

"Well, that's it. The boss has two ears behind his ears, almost like a dead man, just a little guy and a girl, tsk, a little round and a little sweet. The other person lowered his voice and said, Ah Jiu listened carefully, it turned out to be the blacksmith Meng Laosan.

"The boss is settled today, and he wants to eat a few stewed pigeons. I guess he saw the pigeon breeder when he came to drink. Butcher Zhang said with a smile.

"Where do you want to eat stewed pigeons, he will be an old man, obviously he has fallen in love with the daughter of this family, after so many years, you haven't even figured out the temperament of the boss." As Meng Laosan spoke, he took out a gray cloth bag, walked straight to the pigeon rack, and was about to grab the pigeon.

"Third child, I understand as soon as you say this, then let's get down to business first, a few pigeons, just catch a few when you leave." Butcher Zhang said with a smile.

"Well, you have a point. Look for the big pigeon first, then turn around and catch the little pigeon. Meng Laosan said with a lewd smile.

Before it got dark, the two of them began to rummage in the backyard to tie people up, not so much stealing as robbing them.

Ah Jiu gently placed Xiaohong on a pile of firewood and made a silent motion, signaling her not to make a sound.

Xiaohong, who originally had some bastard thoughts, had actually come to her senses a long time ago, her face was pale, and she looked at Ah Jiu pleadingly.

Ah Jiu smiled slightly, kissed her on the forehead, turned around and jumped off the pyre.

Xiaohong was taken aback, her original intention was to beg Ah Jiu not to make a sound, and the two of them hid in the pyre, maybe they could avoid a catastrophe. Looking at Ah Jiu, who was as agile as a leopard, Xiaohong was a little distracted, and almost forgot the danger of the two people.

Butcher Zhang and Meng Laosan searched two or three small huts one after another, but they didn't find the big white pigeon that the boss was worried about, so they couldn't help but be a little anxious, and began to rudely kick those wine-making sundries and tools to the ground.

"Damn it, where did you die?" Butcher Zhang said in a rough voice, lifted up a wine jar and smashed it, and half of the unfiltered turbid wine flowed to the ground.

He was just about to go out when he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, and a cold wind poured directly into him with a strong aroma of wine, without passing through his nose and mouth.

Butcher Zhang was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched his throat, only then did he feel some pain, he wiped it a little impatiently, and one finger entered and accidentally stabbed his throat.

He seemed taken aback, and tried to say something, but fell headlong in silence.

A small knife flickered and cut off his finger, blocking the small wound in his throat to prevent blood from spurting out. Ah Jiu took out two pieces of burlap and wrapped Zhang Butcher's severed finger to prevent blood from spilling on the ground.

"Zhang Tu? Found? Meng Laosan was in another hut, heard the movement, his face was happy, and he stepped out.

Before he could see it clearly, as soon as his brain was hot, he was knocked unconscious by Ah Jiu's punch.

Ah Jiu held Meng Laosan in one hand and Zhang Butcher's body in the other, and with a slight jump, he reached the roof of the house next door. He bent on his waist, and after a few ups and downs, he came to a small courtyard that was dilapidated.

With a "squeak", a dilapidated door panel was pushed open, and Ah Jiu carried two people and flashed into the house.

He threw Meng Laosan on a rough wooden board, threw Butcher Zhang's body on the ground, picked a little white powder from a vial and sprinkled it on his wound. There was a soft sound, and the sturdy corpse emitted pungent white smoke, which turned into a puddle of yellow water in the blink of an eye, seeping into the ground and disappearing.

Then, he turned around and came to the plank, took out a thin rope, and fixed Meng Laosan's limbs.

With a "bang", Ah Jiu punched Meng Laosan's cheek, and Meng Laosan woke up slowly.

Meng Laosan saw Ah Jiu's face at a glance, as if he was smiling, and his eyes were glowing with a slight green light. He couldn't help but scream, and a big walnut was stuffed into it.

He struggled with "woo-woo", and when he found that his hands and feet had been tied to death, his face became too ugly.

Ah Jiu tore off Meng Laosan's clothes, brought over a basin of water, and helped him scrub his body very seriously. The water was poured on the bare skin, and a thick layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared, making Meng Laosan, who was originally quite fat and fair-skinned, look very weird, a bit like a big toad.

Meng Laosan didn't know what this madman was going to do, so he just shook his head desperately, smashing the wooden planks with a bang. However, when he saw Ah Jiu brushing out a small knife and looking at him with a smile, Meng Laosan's feces and urine squirted out at once.

Meng Laosan's eyes were full of pleading, he only hated that something was stuffed in his mouth, and he wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't say it.

He trembled all over, and his fat body trembled ridiculously, as if he was begging for Ah Jiu in the place of their master.

Ah Jiu carefully attached the small knife to Meng Laosan's body, as if he was gesturing with something, and stopped from time to time to frown and groan for a moment.

When Ah Jiu's small knife finally decided to start cutting Meng Laosan's forehead close to the hairline, Meng Laosan was desperate, and his two eyes looked at Ah Jiu with some distraction.

Ah Jiu used a small knife to lightly cut a small cut on Meng Laosan's forehead, and his fingers slowly poked in.

Meng Laosan was trembling in pain, feces and urine flowed out again, and he finally knew that the madman in front of him was going to skin him. He had seen the soldiers of the Zhou people, using the same technique, to completely peel off the skin of a recalcitrant merchant relic, leaving only a white flowery, bloody, ridiculously trembling naked body, hanging on a rope and struggling for a day and a night.

That incident was the thing he was most proud of in recent years, and on many occasions, he told it in detail and with added vinegar. Unexpectedly, one day I would be skinned by this madman.

Thinking of that tragic scene, Meng Laosan really regretted coming to this world. He hated this damn troubled world in his heart, and a man was no better than a lamb.

Ah Jiu stopped suddenly, pinched Meng Laosan's cheeks, took out the huge walnut, and looked at him seriously.

"Master......" Meng Laosan was so trembling that he couldn't speak, and when he shouted Ye he cried, tears and snot covered half of his face.

"I've already skinned a person today, I can't peel it anymore, let's peel it when it's over." Ah Jiu said softly, and the knife scraped Meng Laosan's face a few times, wiping the blood stains on it.

"Master, let me go...... I beg you......" Meng Laosan completely collapsed, as long as he didn't peel the skin, let him do anything.

Like a ghost, Ah Jiu quietly walked to a table, poured a bowl of wine, drank it slowly, and turned his head to look out the window, as if he was counting the time.

"Master, grandfather...... Ancestors...... Please let me go, let me do whatever I want. Meng Laosan begged bitterly.

Ah Jiu turned his face, and in the dim light, his eyes were bright and bright, and he once again showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Meng Laosan was frightened, and his whole body trembled again, as if facing the most terrifying demon in the world, waiting for a fixed time to slowly torture him to death.

"You seem to be Meng Laosan of the Poison Dragon Gang, right?" Ah Jiu asked suddenly.

"Yes, yes, I'm ......," Meng Laosan said inarticulately.

"Where's your boss?" Ah Jiu asked.

"He's in Mouse Alley, and the yard of the three big willow trees is his, and he's also the helmsman of the Poison Dragon Gang." Meng Laosan said busily, for fear that this madman would do it directly.

Ah Jiu looked at Meng Laosan with a smile and did not speak.

"He is actually a big man in our Nanyan Kingdom, he has two identities, one is the leader of the Poison Dragon Gang, and the other identity we don't know, but he must be a big man in Nanyan Kingdom, at least a big nobleman."

"He controls tens of thousands of Poison Dragon Gang disciples, and most of the disciples have been sent to other vassal states to help him collect all kinds of information, we are all his little minions, we can only run errands, and at most find a few big pigeons for him."

"He is a demon, he eats people and does not spit scum, and the big white doves that he spoils to death will be fed to dogs by him. He raised dozens of dogs, which are said to be a species of snow leopards and wild dogs in the Tianshan Mountains, which should be called mastiffs. ”

"Those beasts were so cruel that one girl was disobedient, and half of her head was gnawed off by his mastiff, and she swallowed it without chewing it. Then another bite took a bite and bit off the other half. ”

……

In order to survive, Meng Laosan poured out all the things he knew, for fear of missing something.

From his words, Ah Jiu could hear that Meng Laosan was very afraid of their boss, but right now, Meng Laosan was even more afraid of him, a madman who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and was silent.