"Hey, someone is coming in again, Wu Na Hu, send this guy to us quickly, Uncle looks like it's just these three people, send a new person over, or I'm going to go crazy."

Just as Zhao Lan's eyes scanned the various cells, a cheer suddenly came from the second cell on his right hand, and a gray-faced, beggar-like young man rushed to the cell door like a beast in heat, stretched out his hand on the prison rail, and kept waving at the two bandits behind Zhao Lan.

"Shut up, you dead rat."

Zhao Liu glanced at the young man who looked like a beggar, shook his head in disgust, and then took out the key hanging on his waist and threw it to his companion beside him: "You go and lock this guy in."

"I'm not your subordinate, why do you want me to open the door?"

The other person looked at the keychain handed over by Zhao Liu, frowned and retorted, and reached out to push away the keyring handed over by Zhao Liu, as if opening the door seemed to be something rebellious.

Zhao Liu twitched his head dissatisfied, and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu doesn't want to be stained with the bad luck of that dead mouse, I still expect to live a few more years." ”

"If you don't want to be unlucky, do I have to get it?"

The other person rubbed his head dissatisfiedly and muttered, reached out and took the key ring handed by Zhao Liu, and was just about to beckon Zhao Lan to follow him, when suddenly his eyes rolled, untied the rope in Zhao Lan's hand, and stuffed the key ring into his hand.

"Hey, boy, go open the cell door and walk in, No, that's it, be honest, don't do stupid things."

Zhao Lan raised her eyebrows, took the key, and glanced at the bandit with a disgusted expression on her face with a strange expression, and then at the beggar man who was locked in the cell.

I always feel as if these two people are afraid of this beggar, could it be that this beggar has an infectious disease?

Seeing Zhao Lan staring at the prison for a long time without moving, the bandit pushed him and said, "What are you doing, you want to escape, be honest and go in by yourself." ”

"Hurry up."

Zhao Liu looked at Zhao Lan's grinding appearance, and couldn't help but scold.

Zhao Lan shrugged her shoulders, walked to the cell door, inserted the iron lock with the key, opened the cell door, locked herself in, and then threw the key back.

Zhao Liu took the key, glanced at it slightly, hung the key on his waist, said a bad sigh and walked to the cave with his companions.

And the others who were locked up in prison saw the two of them leave mercilessly, and the noise and cries became more and more miserable, and the voices begging for mercy were endless.

But the two of them left the place without looking back.

"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. Xiaodaoqiu Wuji, I have seen the incense master. ”

In the cell where Zhao Lan was, a little Taoist boy wearing a Taoist robe, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, saw Zhao Lan walk in, clasped his hands into fists, and looked at Zhao Lan, chanting the welcome words in the Analects.

"Amitabha, aren't you a Taoist disciple, Master Qiu, when did you become a Confucian disciple with Sage Confucius."

Daotong had just finished his examination of Zhao Lan, and a small bald head sitting cross-legged on the ground next to him touched his head, and clasped his hands together and looked at Xiao Daotong with contempt: "Isn't it that you want to give up the foundation of your family's Heavenly Master Concept and switch to Confucianism and Yuelongmen." ”

After speaking, the little monk got up and bowed to Zhao Lan: "Little monk Bajie, I have seen the donor." ”

Xiao Daotong was choked by the monk's words just now, and suddenly his face was a little annoyed, looking at the monk standing on the side, and said with a little anger: "Bajie monk, shut up, don't think that everyone is the same as you, the six impure roots were driven out by the Buddha Gate." ”

"Amitabha!" Hearing Xiao Daotong's words, the monk shook his head, turned around and said to the little Taoist priest with a solemn and noble expression: "This is wrong, my Buddha is merciful, I have never seen people suffer, and the monk just saw that the women who were tortured by the red world in the hook column were too lonely and helpless, and comforted them with the idea of my Buddha's compassion." ”

"Shameless, monk, you are horny, horny."

The little Taoist priest despised the monk's sophistry and screamed at the little monk's hypocrisy and lust.

"Amitabha, the Buddha's cloud color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. The beauty of the little monk is like a passing cloud. ”

The little monk shook his head slightly, put his hands together and looked sad, and did not argue with the little Taoist.

",......"

"Snort~"

Hearing the monk's upside-down defense, and then looking at the divine expression on his face, thinking of his Buddha name of the eight precepts, Zhao Lan couldn't help but sneer.

It's really thick-faced.

Zhao Lan labeled the monk as a flower monk in his heart, looked at the monk who continued to argue with Dao Tong, and then turned his head to look at the beggar young man who had just been lying on the wooden olive.

"My name is Le Tao, from Lanzhou, what is your name, brother, why were you caught by these thieves?"

The beggar youth greeted Zhao Lan very warmly, and pulled him to sit on the ground, as if the host and the guest were close to Zhao Lan.

Zhao Lan glanced at him, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "My surname is Zhao Minglan, but he is a butcher." ”

"Butcher, pig killer?"

Zhao Lan nodded slightly, he was indeed a butcher, but unlike what he guessed, he slaughtered people.

"Oh." Le Tao nodded, touched his chin, and did not show any discriminatory expression against the butcher on his face, but looked at Zhao Lan in front of him and shook his head and said: "Brother Zhao actually takes the country as his surname, isn't he related to the current official family?" ”

Zhao Lan was stunned when he heard his inquiry: "Why did Brother Le ask this?" Does the surname Zhao in the world have to be a member of the royal family? ”

Le Tao tilted his head, glanced at the two bandits who walked into the corridor not far away, and the figures disappeared, and then laughed: "It's the same, there are also a few surnamed Zhao in this group of pirates." ”

After speaking, he looked around, approached Zhao Lan, and said in a low voice: "However, Brother Zhao, do you know why these bandits want to arrest you?" ”

When Zhao Lan heard his words, she couldn't help but cheer up, and shook her head with a deferential expression on her face. looked at Le Tao in front of him and motioned for him to continue.

"I have been arrested on the island for a few days, and I have also made a little inquiry into the identities of these people in prison, these people are basically rich businessmen or fathers, and their families are rich, and a few days ago I heard that some people have sent ransom money from their families, but they have also sent away a few prisoners."

Le Tao lowered his head and leaned in front of Zhao Lan and told him everything he had seen and heard.

"Think about it, after so many rich businessmen are locked up in this prison, my brother guesses that the water thieves on these islands must be doing the work of tying up meat tickets."

At the end, Le Tao's head nodded slightly, with an expression that I already know your secret.

So？

Zhao Lan watched Le Tao finish saying these words, then squinted, and stopped talking with a resourceful expression in his chest, and suddenly felt that he was a little thundered.

What the hell do you mean by talking so much nonsense to me?

What is the result?

Tie the meat ticket! Nonsense, of course I know that this is a ticket kidnapping, and it is possible to tear the ticket badly, the key is that you have talked so much with me, and finally tell me such a sentence...... Nonsense......

Are you sure you're not kidding me?