For a whole day, the several bookcases placed at the front door of the Half Moon Building were crowded!

On the ten water cards that had just been erected in front of the Half Moon Building, the signatures written by the hot red wolf were densely packed, from the first number to the fifth or six hundred. Under all the lottery numbers, the small characters of the white gouache carefully write the multiple weight of the fighting scorpion and the odds represented by each sign.

But in the wide courtyard behind the Half Moon Tower, there was a huge empty space surrounded by more than a dozen Taishi chairs!

The knife hands invited from the various fighting houses in Sijiu City, the police transferred from the Zhushikou Patrol Police Bureau, and the dignitaries recruited from the dart bureau, a stable Taishi chair under the buttocks of one person, plus tea, snacks, and fruits on the small coffee table at hand, are constantly offered, and the stars are holding the moon to protect all the Taishi chairs in the middle of a wooden bucket that is enough for three people to hug and one person is high.

Whenever the dustpan was full of big boys, silver dollars, banknotes, and even small yellow croakers or house deeds and land deeds, the strong young men with big dustpans immediately opened their voices and shouted: "Gold and silver are full of buckets!" ”

With the echo of the others shouting and shouting, the young man with the big dustpan immediately lifted the big dustpan above his head, trotted through the lobby on the first floor of the Half Moon Building, rushed to the huge wooden bucket erected in the backyard, stepped on the low ladder on the wooden bucket, and poured the big dustpan full of big boys, silver dollars, banknotes, small yellow croakers and other valuable things into the huge wooden bucket.

Mr. Writer, who wrote the ticket, had already changed twice, and a few Mr. Writers with poor bodies were even so tired that they foamed at the mouth and collapsed on the chair, and were put aside by the strong young man who was waiting next to him, and poured several large bowls of sugar water before they almost recovered.

Listening to the sound of the gong in the Half Moon Building, which represents the official start of the Autumn Insect Club Fighting Scorpion, the gamblers who crowded in front of the Half Moon Building to bet were even more boiling, and shouted the signs of their respective bets in their voices: "Eighty-five, pinch!" ”

"Two hundred and three, the master is counting on you!"

"Bodhisattva bless, No. 1! Number One! ”

"Sixty-six! Sixty-six! ”

Gradually, the shouts of number 66 gradually gathered, washing over the other shouts like a tidal wave, shaking the open glass windows on the Half Moon Tower!

Standing at the window on the third floor of the Half Moon Building, Qi Sanye played with the ancient jade walnut in his hand, but his eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't seem to care about the scorpion gambling game that was going on behind him.

In just one stick of incense, Qi Sanye spent a lot of money to get thirty-six fighting scorpions from Yunnan to win thirty-two games. And among the four games lost, two of them were when they met the fighting scorpion that Na Jiu Ye was waiting for!

As soon as he put the two fighting scorpions into the fighting scorpion basin, and even the camellia separating the two fighting scorpions had just been pulled out, and the fighting scorpion that Na Jiu Ye was waiting for pounced on, and simply pressed the southern scorpion under his body. Under the swing of the thick and powerful pincers, the sting needle of the tail raised high stabbed the southern scorpion four or five times in a row on the back of the southern scorpion, and then I watched the southern scorpion stretch out its limbs and feet and die neatly.

And the other southern scorpion that was replaced was also not good, barely dodging the two brutal collisions of Na Jiuye's fighting scorpion, the southern scorpion who just wanted to turn around and fight back didn't have time to open its double pincers to put on a posture, Na Jiuye's fighting scorpion that was almost hit horizontally by double pincers slammed the southern scorpion into its back and turned into the scorpion basin, and was torn into two!

Listening to the exclamation coming from behind him again, Qi Sanye slowly turned around and whispered to the butler who was always standing behind him, "How are the others?" ”

Without hesitation, the housekeeper immediately responded to Qi Sanye: "It's all quite smooth!" It's only the first day today, and there's nothing brilliant about the scorpion! The news that was just sent up, the people who won the first game are almost all old players, and they are all familiar with each other! However, a boy and brother that Debel met over there was a raw face, and he had already overturned a fighting scorpion brought by Debele! Looking at this posture, the fighting scorpion that Debel was waiting for with a philosopher's stone in his hand should show his face early."

With a frown, Qi Sanye whispered to the butler with some dissatisfaction: "Those players on the side, even if they can survive until the third day, I am afraid that the fighting scorpion in their hands will be crippled!" But Najiu, you are watching carefully! ”

Bending down more and more obediently, the housekeeper cautiously glanced at Na Jiuye, who was lying next to the scorpion basin not far away, and then responded to Qi Sanye, who had a solemn face: "I have always arranged for someone to keep an eye on Na Jiu, but the foreign kid next to him is quite awake, and he never leaves the scorpion jar."

Raising his eyes and looking at the leopard who was holding the scorpion jar in his arms, Qi Sanye snorted coldly: "Hmph!" Say hello to a few other families, and let them arrange a few people to change their numbers, and they will all go to meet the fighting scorpion in Najiu's hand! Tell them that if you are still hiding it from me, then don't blame me for being rude! ”

Watching the butler pick up the front of the horse coat and trot all the way towards the staircase, Qi Sanye raised his hand and beckoned another middle-aged man standing in the corner of the third floor, pointed to the huge wooden bucket full of money downstairs and asked, "How much have you collected now?" ”

The probe looked at the huge wooden bucket, and the middle-aged man, who was quite fat, took out a small abacus from his arms and fiddled with it a few times, and then replied in a low voice to Qi Sanye: "A few big families privately don't count, just the people downstairs who scattered the people threw it out, and it adds up to almost 200,000 oceans." According to the current situation, before the box is sealed tomorrow night, we can enter 100,000 oceans! ”

After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged man who looked quite fat reached out and figured out a number on the small abacus and handed it to Qi Sanye's eyes: "This number is the number on the sixty-sixth lot, and most of it is the ticket to go away!" If the sixty-sixth wins the insect king of this year's Autumn Insect Society, then the third master, you have saved this year."

With a slight wave of his hand, Qi Sanye sneered and closed his eyes: "What's the hurry?" When I got out of the water, I saw mud on my legs! When the field is dispersed tonight, tell them to pay all the bets on the single game. From tomorrow, only the ticket will be collected! ”

After being stunned for a while, the middle-aged man who was quite fat shouted and whispered to Qi Sanye, who had his eyes closed: "Third master, I'm afraid that this is not in accordance with the rules, right?" ”

opened his eyes suddenly, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the third master of Qi, which made the middle-aged man involuntarily lower his head: "Third master, I will do what you order"

Watching the middle-aged man hurriedly walk down the stairs, Qi Sanye slowly paced in all directions, and walked towards a table placed on the side of the third floor without a trace.

didn't notice that Qi Sanye was already standing behind him, Debelle rolled up his sleeves, stared at the scorpion basin close at hand with wide eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Pinch!" Go up and strangle it."

The player standing opposite Debelle was a little raw, but he looked white and clean, and he looked like a boy from a scholarly family. Facing Debele's very toothy and clawed appearance, the boy-like player frowned slightly in disgust, just pinching a golden camellia and gently stirring the fighting scorpion he was serving.

Stirred by the golden shepherd's grass, the dark yellow scorpion that had just been put into the scorpion pot suddenly opened its pincers, and the stingers erected high were also swaying slightly from side to side, as if looking for the best time to attack.

Looking at the fighting scorpion that Debel put into the scorpion basin, it was born extremely hideous. Perhaps because of the use of philosopher's stones when raising scorpions, Debele's scorpion grew a pair of large purple-gold pincers, and the white scorpion tail was much longer than that of ordinary fighting scorpions, and even the stingers were extraordinarily thick.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Debelle stared at the boy on the other side of the table with some dissatisfaction, and shouted in a voice that covered the moon: "I really didn't see it, the fighting scorpion that this young master is serving is really a bit of a doorway!" However, I bumped into this baby scorpion that I was waiting for with a little gold stone, but I am afraid that the scorpion that this young master is serving will not be enough! ”

Pursing his very delicate lips, the white and pure boy lowered his head slightly, and responded in a dumb voice: "Feelings, you are the famous Debel Lord in Sijiu City who relies on a piece of gold stone, a trick of freshness, and eats all over the world?" ”

Looking up to the sky, Debel raised his eyes and stared at the boy on the other side of the table, and shouted with meat and vegetables in his mouth: "Yo, I've heard of your name as Lord Debele, this is really not a chick?!" Well, he was born quite handsome, but it's a pity that this voice is ruined! Or in the Xianggu courtyard in Bada Hutong, why don't you have a bed? ”

In the low laughter, the white and pure boy brother turned red, and slapped the table hard: "The scorpion can't fight, and the mouth is so unvirtuous, no wonder you raise this scorpion exactly like you, no matter how you look at it, it's called thunder and cut long flowers!" ”

Seeing that Debele's eyes were horizontal and he put on a posture of wanting to make a move, the scorpion judge standing at the table immediately opened his arms and stopped between Debel and the boy: "Two masters, this autumn insect will be regarded as an elegant collection!" If you two have a holiday and go out of the door of the Half Moon Building, how should you cook! But here, we're fighting worms! ”

Glancing at a few knifemen who were staring at his side, Debelle stomped his foot angrily, grabbed the golden shepherd's grass in his hand and stretched out to the fighting scorpion he was serving: "Boy, when you see this fighting scorpion that Lord Belle is waiting for, don't cry!" ”

Without taking advantage of the provocation in Debele's words, the innocent boy suddenly pulled out the grass that was separated in front of the scorpion, and blew softly on the scorpion he was serving.

As if it felt the stimulation of the sudden flow of air, the dark yellow fighting scorpion immediately bowed down, the two pincers swayed from side to side in front of him, and the tail stinger that was still raised high also retracted, bouncing up and down slightly, like a spear hidden behind two shields.

Just looking at the movements of the dark yellow fighting scorpion, Debele suddenly smiled dumbly: "Good guy! This autumn insect meeting is really getting bigger and bigger year by year, and even the master of this wild scorpion has been brought in? ”

He looked at the dark yellow scorpion carefully, and the scorpion judge standing at the table also showed a wry smile on his face.

Compared with the carefully domesticated fighting scorpion, the scorpion captured in the wild will naturally put the two pincers in a position of one front and one after the other when facing a fight with its own kind, and the tail will also shrink slightly, striving to hit it when fighting. And after a miss, the wild scorpion will habitually crawl a few steps to the side before turning around to look for the next attack.

Although the ferocity of wild scorpions does surpass that of many domesticated fighting scorpions, this deadly fighting habit can easily allow the fighting scorpion that has avoided the first attack to successfully counterattack. If the scorpion that was put into the scorpion basin in the first game was not stabbed by the opponent's sting in the first wave of attacks, I am afraid that the situation of victory and defeat has been reversed!

Loosening the shepherd's grass in front of the scorpion he was serving, Debelle gently flicked the shepherd's grass on the scorpion pincers he was serving without a trace before pulling the shepherd's grass out of the scorpion pot, and suddenly let the scorpion he was serving half turn sideways and put a huge plier across the attack route of the opponent's scorpion!

As Debelle expected, the first wave of attacks launched by the dark yellow scorpion that the boy was waiting for slammed into his huge pincers. As the dark yellow scorpion quickly turned around to prepare for the next wave of attacks, the scorpion that Debel was waiting for had already taken advantage of the momentum of the opponent's scorpion impact to straighten its body, and its high tail stinger stabbed towards the back of the dark yellow scorpion.

As if a drunk drunkard was more powerful than the average person, the dark yellow scorpion spun a little faster than a normal scorpion, which just made the seemingly inevitable attack futile. Before Debele, who was staring at his scorpion, could scream, the dark yellow scorpion had already completed its turning movement in the blink of an eye, and raised a pincer to clamp one of Debele's scorpion's limbs.

With the strength of the opponent's struggle, and the increased tension as it rotated its body, the dark yellow fighting scorpion effortlessly pulled off one of its opponent's limbs and feet. At the moment when the opponent's body was dragged, the dark yellow fighting scorpion took advantage of the momentum to jump behind the opponent, unceremoniously waved another powerful pliers, and clamped off another leg and foot of the opponent!

In just a few moments, the winner is decided!

Raising his white face, the boy stared playfully at Debele, who was stunned across the table, and reached out and pulled out a golden translucent stone the size of a thumb tied by a thin red rope from his neck, shook it at Debele, and snorted coldly: "Isn't it just a philosopher's stone?" Do you really think that in such a big city, you are the only one who has a golden stone?! ”