This guy thinks beautifully, and he thinks he's smart.

In fact, he is not just a scoundrel, the scoundrel is just his illusion, and what is hidden in his bones is fierce, as for why Hun Heng did not fight with him, but a strong bear, only in the back, we can know that he is pretending.

Hun Heng is pretending to be a scoundrel, pretending that he is a timid villain, so at this time, in order to play the role of this scoundrel, he thought, why don't I say it first, even if I promise him, so that I can see what the way this little Taoist priest is coming from, and that guy, he will definitely go, and then I will click it off together, Hun Heng thought about it, so he said slowly; "Okay, grandpa, I can promise you, but you also have to come up with gambling money to be fair."

The little Taoist priest listened to the guy's words, rolled his eyes, looked at the guy, and muttered; It's just that you're treacherous, forget it, I don't care about the villain, okay, I'll take ten taels of gold as gambling money, if you kill me, I'll give you ten taels of gold. “

After listening to the words of the Taoist priest, the fellow quit, and he immediately shouted loudly; "You're fucking fool, you're fucking dead, how am I going to ask you for those ten taels of gold?"

The little Taoist priest listened to the guy's swearing, first looked at him, then pouted his lips very funny, and then said; "If you don't believe it, that's not easy!"

As he spoke, he put his left hand into the sleeve on his right, first took it out, and then took out his hand to look at it, but saw that his hand was empty, and at this time, he looked at the little Taoist priest and sighed softly and muttered; "Why is the gold in the sleeve gone?"

After muttering, I saw the little Taoist priest stretch out his right hand again, pulled it up to the left sleeve, and then said in surprise; "Ahh

At this point, looking at the Taoist priest again, he retracted his right hand from the sleeve on the left, and then opened his palm to look at it himself, and then said very dissatisfied; "It's really a small pick, just ten taels of gold!"

As he spoke, everyone saw that he was holding a shining gold ingot tightly in his right hand, and the discerning person knew at a glance that this gold ingot was a red gold ingot of ten taels and one taels.

Seeing the gold ingot in the hand of the Taoist priest, everyone was surprised, but there was a lot of discussion, only the guy was stunned for a moment, then turned around, looked at the Taoist priest, and said; "Give me the gold in your hand!"

The Taoist priest asked rhetorically; "Why?"

The guy didn't answer, but ran to the stall selling pork in three steps and two steps, picked up the meat cleaver on the paralyzed bed, and ran to the little Taoist priest again, and then raised the knife to cut the little Taoist priest, but he was easily snatched down, and it seemed that he was scaring the little Taoist priest.

The fellow who had been snatched the cleaver rolled his eyes, looked at him, and then whispered to him; "I'm just scaring and scaring that little Taoist, where do I dare to kill someone!"

After speaking, Hun Heng looked at him carefully, and then showed a strange smile, but his smile was a little crazy, and the blue and purple flat face was squeezed out not like a smile, but like a howl when he was tortured.

Seeing the flattering smile, he scolded helplessly; "If you fucking want to live, just restrain yourself, don't annoy Lao Tzu and abolish you!"

Hun Heng was not only not annoyed when he heard his scolding, but nodded again and again, promising yes in his mouth, like a slave, but he didn't bother to pay attention to him, but the Hun Heng came up to him and whispered to him; "Strong man, if our brothers join forces, we will divide the gold equally."

Hearing the turbulent words, his anger suddenly rushed to his heart, and he raised the meat cleaver in his hand and said; "Get out, hurry up, don't let Lao Tzu see you again!"

At this moment, no one noticed when the little Taoist priest came to Hun Heng, but saw him reach out and grab Hun Heng and say loudly; "You kid can't run if you want to, if you run, no one wants the gold in my arms, according to my meaning, you still happily agreed to this good thing, and then I will tell your fortune again!"

The Taoist priest's words just gave Hun Heng a step down, and he immediately said; "Uncle Ben is afraid of whoever comes, just bet, tomorrow night will not be the third watch, the gold ingot in your arms will be fucking mine."

Although Hun Heng said indignantly, as if the Taoist priest owed him gold, however, the little Taoist priest was good-tempered, and he did not have the slightest intention of scheming with Hun Heng, but continued; "In this way, even if you have agreed, the big guys have heard it, but I have to say it, I bet that from now until the second watch of the fourth day, you will definitely die in the mass grave at the foot of the South Mountain. I also tell you that your death is ugly, about the kind of bones that are eaten by wolves, of course, in order to prove that you were eaten by wolves, on the second watch day of the fourth day, the big guy will hear the howl of wolves in the mass grave at the foot of Nanshan, and the head wolf will take your head to this market town, which is where the big guy is standing now, to show the magic of my little old way fortune telling. ”

It was very bloody and cruel, and it was said by the Taoist priest without concealment, and the blue and red face first turned purple and blue, and then turned white, and after a while, he laughed and laughed; "Okay, you old man, if you can survive the three watches tomorrow, of course I am willing to let the wolf eat me alive, but I still remind you, carry the gold ingot in your arms, don't lose it, otherwise, grandpa will waste his efforts."

After listening to the words, the Taoist priest continued; "I also want to tell you, just by what you just said, I have increased the weight, and after you are eaten by the wolves, your family property will also belong to me, the house you live in is very good, and it is also one of the best in this market town, so I don't dislike it, when the time comes, I will use him as a flower seed room, and let the homeless call where the flower children go to spend the night, what do you think?"

The muddy man who fights the mouth can't seem to fight the little Taoist, and he is still supporting him on the side of the Taoist, so Hun Heng can only pant with resentment, and look at him standing next to the little Taoist several times in succession, clench his fists several times, and put it down a few times.

Just when his face changed for a while, unexpectedly, a homeless man who often fooled around with him, dressed in oil-stained kudzu rags, hurried from the other end of the market with a disgraced face, and after separating the crowd, he grabbed the scoundrel and said; "Big brother, big brother, it's not good, come with me!"

Hun Heng's heart has not yet come out, but he saw his accomplices looking for him at this time, so he went up and gave the guy a punch, this punch made the guy take several steps backwards in a row, and knocked down several people, but no one dared to fight back from the person who fell to the ground, and no one dared to shout and scold, and Hun Heng finished this punch, and the sullen in his heart seemed to go out a little bit, so he asked angrily; "What's the matter, so urgent?"

The homeless man was punched by Hun Heng, not only was he not anxious or annoyed, but he showed a smiling face, leaned in front of Hun Heng, lowered his voice, and said to Hun Heng; "Big brother, big brother, it's not good, Widow Li, you just got it, and let Wang Er get it away again!"

"What, my grandmother, the second lame king has a few lives, and he dares to rob women with Lao Tzu, it's really the opposite, tell me where are they going?"

When Hun Heng said this, there was a murderous look on his face, which frightened the homeless man to take a step back, and then replied in a trembling voice; Big, big brother, I watched them run towards Nanshan, I, I heard that the second lame king has a house in Nanshan. ”

Hun Heng listened to the words of the homeless man, his eyes narrowed, and he roared again; "His grandma's, quick, hurry, follow me!"

When the words fell, Hun Heng didn't look at the little Taoist, hurriedly separated the crowd, and chased directly in the direction of Nanshan, but behind Hun Heng, he heard what the little Taoist said; "Don't forget our gambling contract, if you don't see the third watch today, I still have to collect your house."

Hearing the words of the Taoist priest, he had already run far away, turned his head and replied; "Stinky Taoist, don't worry, you can't forget your grandfather, for the sake of those ten taels of gold, I will also go to take your dog's life tonight."

Hun Heng replied to the little Taoist, took a big stride, and scurried forward a few times in a row, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the homeless man who followed behind, kicking and tapping all the way to trot, and also left the market town.

Everyone saw that the muddy was gone, and in a blink of an eye, they surrounded the sloppy little Taoist priest, but he was squeezed to the back by everyone, but he was in a daze, but he felt that he did not leave, but followed the crowd, wanting to see if this little Taoist priest would really tell fortunes.

Just when the people had just surrounded the Taoist priest and had not yet spoken, in the distance, he saw a man wearing a light gray robe, five short and long, with a face full of sweat and mud, and the wind and dust servants walked in from outside the market town, and when this man saw a group of people gathered here, he seemed to hear the words of fortune-telling or betting, and hurriedly stepped forward, squeezed in front of the Taoist priest, first sang a fat promise to the Taoist priest, and then wiped the sweat on his face, and then said to the Taoist priest; "Dao Chief, I'm so polite, dare to ask Dao Chief, I want to go north, I don't know if this time will go well?"

The little Taoist priest didn't seem to hear or didn't hear clearly, the question of the man who had squeezed in from behind, but shouted loudly without raising his head and opening his eyes; "Fortune teller one tael of silver, two taels of silver for fortune, and five taels of silver for life and death, but you have to put the silver in my hand first, and I can open my mouth!"

The man who was wearing a long robe and squeezed in, seeing that the little Taoist priest did not pay attention to him, but was touting business, his face changed slightly, and he rolled his eyes again, as if he was about to have a seizure.