Ye Zhengyang also knew that he couldn't hear any valuable information from their mouths.

Coupled with some worries about the girl's comfort, he quickly struck out, and slashed the two young men to the ground with one palm, fainting.

Ye Zhengyang clapped his hands, spared the container truck, and entered the wooden house.

Ye Zhengyang entered the wooden house, went straight to the statue, and stretched out his hand to push it, but the statue seemed to have taken root and did not move.

At this time, Ye Zhengyang had already reached the cultivation of the Nine Rank Dao Master, and his strength was so great that even if it was a cow, he could slap it to death, but he couldn't push this statue.

"Is there another mechanism?"

Ye Zhengyang began to grope around the statue, and suddenly a bulge on the back of the statue's head caught his attention.

Ye Zhengyang turned to the back of the statue and immediately saw that there was a back of his head

The oval protrusion is so much so similar to the statue that you can't find it if you don't look closely.

Ye Zhengyang didn't think about it, and directly pressed it against the bulge.

"Click"

As soon as Ye Zhengyang pressed the bulge, the statue moved to the side, and at the same time, a hole appeared on the ground where the statue was originally placed, which only allowed one person to pass through.

Ye Zhengyang quickly dodged into the hole, and then the statue returned to its original position and re-covered the hole.

What appeared in front of Ye Zhengyang was a downward stone step, a stone step, and the dim light shone from the opposite side, which made people feel creepy.

Ye Zhengyang took up light skills, walked down the stone steps, walked about twelve steps, and stepped on the ground again.

A long corridor appeared in front of him, and the floor of the corridor was paved with green bricks, which were still the same old bricks as before.

It was quiet in the corridor, and Ye Zhengyang could only hear his faint breathing.

Sensing that there was nothing unusual, Ye Zhengyang continued to move forward.

Ye Zhengyang walked and checked both sides of the road, and I have to say that these people are really good at finding a place.

This passage is obviously the passage of the ancient tomb, but I didn't expect it to be occupied by them, and it was transformed into a den.

Ye Zhengyang walked nearly five hundred meters before he reached the end of the road.

At the end of the road is a stone gate, the stone gate at this time is completely open, through the stone door, Ye Zhengyang saw that there was a hall inside.

The hall is twenty or thirty square meters, and there is a person on the stone bench inside, about fifty years old, with an inch head, holding a large smoking gun in his hand, small eyes, a face of meat, and a face of displeasure.

Next to the middle-aged man stood two

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A beggar who couldn't tell his age, dressed in tatters, with a dirty face, feeling like he hadn't washed his face for a month or two, bending over, looking very afraid of the middle-aged inch-headed man sitting there.

In addition to these three people, there were a dozen or so small beggars in the huge room.

When he saw those beggars, Ye Zhengyang's heart suddenly trembled.

Because most of those little beggars are physically disabled, some are blind, and some seem to have poured a basin of hot water on their heads, and their faces are full of shocking scars.

There were also little beggars whose legs were broken and bent into an incredibly strange arc.

There was also a little beggar whose hands were gone, and the fracture was very smooth, but the wound had healed, and it looked like his hands had been cut off directly.

Some of these beggars could not even sit at all, and lay directly on the ground.

In addition to these little beggars, Ye Zhengyang saw a little girl, her mouth was sealed with duct tape, five or six years old, curled up in the corner, crying suppressedly, her little face was crying, and there was irrepressible horror in her eyes.

The big smoking gun took a puff of dry smoke, exhaled a puff of thick mist, and said in a thick dialect: "The female doll I bought today can't be sold for a few dollars, and now I want a male baby." ”

"After a while, Da Mao made a move, broke one of her legs and one arm, and sent her to Xiangxi to beg, 30,000 yuan, and Lao Tzu can take back the original for at least half a year."

A beggar next to him nodded and said, "Master Gun, I'll do it in a while, don't worry." ”

Then, with a big smoking pot, he suddenly knocked on an iron bucket beside him and said, "Okay, hand over all the money you asked for today." ”

As soon as the big smoking gun spoke, all the beggars trembled with fright, and many little beggars couldn't help but tremble.

In a short time, a beggar with a broken leg crawled up to the side of the large smoking gun and lifted an iron basin.

Ye Zhengyang looked at it and saw that there was some money in the iron basin held by the little beggar who had broken his legs.

Most of the money was a five-dollar bill, and there were a lot of coins, which were handed to the big smoking gun.

The big smoking gun stretched out a hand, took the iron basin in the hand of the beggar who had broken his legs, weighed it in his hand, and a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face.

I saw that he directly smashed the iron basin on the head of the beggar who had broken his legs, and made a loud noise, and the little beggar suddenly let out a miserable howl and poured it to the side, and a basin of coins was suddenly scattered on the ground.

"Damn, Lao Tzu is raising you, if you don't work hard for Lao Tzu, you want it today

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With such a little money, are you embarrassed to come back? ”

The big smoking gun pointed at the little beggar and scolded angrily.

The beggar with his broken legs in his eyes full of horror, got up from the ground, and said tremblingly, "Master Gun...... There are few people who give money today, please spare me, I will definitely ask you for more money tomorrow......"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't come to the money, you will be punished, this is the rule of my gun master, give me a beating!"

With the sound of the big smoking gun, the two adult beggars next to him pressed the beggar with his broken legs to the ground.

The adult beggar took off the little beggar's pants, and then someone took out a bamboo stick and threw it at the beggar's buttocks, who had broken his legs.

As soon as the bamboo strip went down, there was a deep blood mark, and the beggar with his broken legs let out a hysterical howl, crying and begging the gun master to let him go, saying that he would be given more money tomorrow.

But the big smoking gun didn't hear it, and directly set its eyes on the next beggar.

The beggar couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, he looked like he was in his teens, he had severe burns on his body, and he was blind in one eye, which was shocking and miserable.

She walked up to the big smoking gun with an iron basin in her hand, knelt on the ground, and raised the iron basin with both hands in the air.

There were two red bills in the iron basin, both of which were 100 yuan bills, and a few 10 yuan and 20 yuan yuan, and some coins, at least three or five hundred yuan.

The big smoker glanced at the money in the iron basin, and looked quite satisfied, took the iron basin from the beggar's hand, put away the large amount of banknotes, and poured the rest of the change into the iron bucket.

"Xiaohua did a good job today, and she will continue to work hard tomorrow."

The big smoking gun took a puff of cigarette and instructed the adult beggar on the side: "Reward her with two steamed buns in a while, let her eat enough, and work hard tomorrow." ”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, ............"

The little beggar with scars on his face said gratefully.

"Xiaohua, these injuries on your body are the hands of Master Gun, and a pot of freshly boiled water is all poured on your body."

"You should be grateful to Master Gun, if you weren't miserable, you wouldn't have asked for so much money every day, this is how much less beating, it's better to suffer a meal at that time than to be beaten every day."

Smoking Gun took a puff on his cigarette and said with a smile.

The little beggar named Xiaohua nodded again and again, took two cold steamed buns from Da Mao's hands, and kept sending them to his mouth like a hungry wolf.

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