Chapter 2: The Two Demons of the Butcher Shop

"Poof".

The knife reflected the cold light and stabbed through the hole in the cabinet.

In the narrow cabinet, Yuan Lang turned on one side, but he was not stabbed.

"Hmph." The man snorted coldly: "There is a knife on the head of the man, this incident will give you a long memory today, don't mess into other people's houses in the future." ā€

Yuan Lang slammed the cabinet door twice with his elbow, and the door was slightly loose, but it would definitely not be able to rush out for a while.

"Brother, this is a misunderstanding, I'm here to help your daughter-in-law repair the light bulb."

"Fuck, fix the light bulb in the cupboard?"

Without saying anything, the man continued to slam the cabinet door violently.

The man's knife is deadly, if it weren't for Yuan Lang's experience in a hundred battles in the ruins, he would have been a fart a long time ago.

"Knock, knock."

Yuan Lang saw that the cabinet door was a little loose, and it was two feet in succession, and the cabinet door flew out.

"Fuck, you don't have to be ashamed to give you face."

Yuan Lang's expression was hideous, and his right eye emitted a bloodthirsty red light.

Ruoyun was so frightened by his murderous gaze that he retreated again and again, and hurriedly retreated in the direction of the door.

Seeing this, the man swung his knife and stabbed him, but Yuan Lang seemed to be able to predict his movements, and with a punch in his face, the man was knocked to the ground.

"Fuck, play fairy dance with Lao Tzu, let's play with you to the end."

Yuan Lang planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but he didn't expect that the man's face was suddenly covered with hair, and two sharp canine teeth turned out from under his lips.

"Bad bugs!" Yuan Lang said in surprise.

The man landed on all fours and made a forward sprint.

"Whew~"

While Yuan Lang raised his knee, he smashed his elbow down.

Under the squeeze of his knees and elbows, the man's skull was shattered.

Ruoyun Xing's eyes widened, it was too late to escape now, and she didn't know what Yuan Lang planned to do to her.

"I—I'm being coerced."

"I've done this a few times." Yuan Lang asked lightly.

"Three times, oh no, four times, only four times, really."

"Dispose of the corpse, I'll give you the rent regularly."

After speaking, Yuan Lang turned around and walked towards his room.

The next day.

Yuan Lang locked the door and just saw Ruoyun who went downstairs to throw garbage.

Both of them were embarrassed by yesterday's events, and in the end, it was the beautiful landlady who spoke first.

"Actually, Ngawang is also quite miserable, there are bad worms in his body, and he can't afford to buy inhibitors, and he doesn't want to eat people.

Since the government F was replaced by the company, the upper echelons only thought about how to make money, and did not care about the lives of the people. ā€

Ruoyun chattered, Yuan Lang didn't want to answer anything, but he still said: "Yes, these oligarchs have become a climate." ā€

……

After leaving the apartment building, Yuan Lang rode a motorcycle through the alleys.

After a while, he parked his car in front of a hot pot restaurant.

"I'm looking for Uncle Chen." Yuan Lang said to the mud legs of the two guards.

The two looked him up and down, and asked angrily: "Who are you, you have to look for Uncle Chen when you open your mouth and close your mouth, is Uncle Chen what you want to see?" ā€

Yuan Lang bit his lip, and finally said, "It was the ghost master who introduced me, and I have his handwritten letter here." ā€

As he spoke, Yuan Lang took out a crumpled letter from his pocket and took it out.

"Hmph, ghost." One of the mud-legged men disdainfully took the letter.

Ten minutes later.

Yuan Lang stood in the main hall of the courtyard, and on the rocking chair opposite was an old man who was almost old.

"Since it was introduced by the ghost master, then they are not outsiders, let's go and do something under Lao Ma."

The Chen family is in charge, Chen Junbi stroked his snow-white beard and said.

"Ah Shui, it just so happens that you are here, take this kid with you." Chen Junbi shouted into the backyard.

A middle-aged man with a loyal face walked out.

"Sir, I've unloaded the things in the backyard, if there's nothing to do, I'll take Ya'er to the street, it's time to collect this month's regular money."

Chen Junbi closed his eyes slightly and said, "Well, it was introduced by the ghost master, be polite." ā€

"Understood."

A middle-aged man named Ah Shui beckoned to Yuan Lang and said, "Let's go." ā€

Yuan Lang followed closely behind Ah Shui and walked out of the courtyard.

"What do you call it?" Ah Shui spoke politely, without the slightest deterrent on the rotten boy.

"Oh, my name is Yuan Lang." Yuan Lang grinned and smiled.

"Yuan Lang, good name." Ah Shui said with a smile: "I think you are in your early twenties this year, so call me Uncle Shui in the future, you can ask me anything about me." ā€

"Okay."

It is not difficult to see that Uncle Shui has a good temper, and he doesn't have any bad intentions, but this kind of character comes out and can't control the scene.

Soon, the two arrived at the cross street, and Ah Shui walked through the stalls one by one.

Although the vendors were cold to him, they still paid the usual money.

Merchants with independent stores will also prepare some "tea money" for people like Ah Shui, and some will not give it, but Ah Shui didn't say anything, so he went to the next one.

Yuan Lang went out on the street for the first time, and he was not used to receiving tea money, so he didn't answer any of the envelopes handed by the merchants.

Ah Shui enlightened: "You can take the tea money when you should take it, and if you don't accept these dealers, you won't take it seriously." ā€

Yuan Lang smiled, but did not speak.

Soon, the two came to the door of a butcher shop.

Ah Shui took the lead in pushing the door in.

A bald brain Liang sat in the hospitality position, and the regular customers knew that this was the turtle man in this store, and the people on the road called him the second demon.

"Come on, Ah Shui."

The second demon glanced at Ah Shui and Yuan Lang and said, "Yo, there's a newcomer." ā€

"Yes, I'll take him on a trip to the street, is the money ready?" There was a bit of welcome in Ah Shui's tone, as if this two demons had a bit of status in the Dao.

Without mentioning the money, the face of the two demons is still better, and when the money is mentioned, it is like using a knife to rip the flesh of the old turtle man.

"Damn, money, money, money, the superintendent's side is just over, why are you here to ask for it again."

The two demons impatiently threw out three envelopes and threw them on the table.

"Get the money and get out of here."

Although the attitude of the two demons was not good, Ah Shui still did not mean to be angry, but quietly picked up two of the envelopes.

Then he pointed to the remaining envelope on the table and said to Yuan Lang: "This is the hard-earned money given by the second demon brother, take it." ā€

"When you first arrive, you won't be charged for hard work on the first day."

Yuan Lang didn't even look at the two demons, and turned around to leave with Ah Shui.

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave the store, the second demon said faintly behind him: "Damn, what's wrong with the saint coming to the cross street?" It's extra for me to commit this foreign cheapness. ā€

Since Yuan Lang entered this butcher shop, the second demon has a nose that is not a nose, and a face that is not a face.

Yuan Lang couldn't help but glance back at Gui Gong.

I never thought that the latter would say angrily: "Why don't you watch a ball, you can't collect the hard money because you don't have the ability, and I won't have your share in the future." ā€

"Let's go, the two demons are covered by Luan." Ah Shui saw that Yuan Lang's face was not good, and hurriedly persuaded him.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Lang pushed him, and then closed the door from the inside, and used a wooden stick as a deadbolt to seal the entrance from the inside.