Wen Chou weighed the twenty-four dice in his hand, intoxicated and immersed in this tense atmosphere. I feel the businessmen's fear of death and their reluctance to property.

Money or death?

For ordinary people, they may choose their lives without hesitation, but for businessmen, money is their life.

"Good...... At this time, Yao Gang endured the feeling of dizziness and vomiting, smiled reluctantly, and hugged his fists at Wen Chou: "Can we be accommodating? We can take out some of the goods as road money, so that everyone does not have to have conflicts, and it is good for you and me." ”

Now, Yao Gang still has a trace of illusions, imagining that the bandits on the other side are not real outlaws, they will also be afraid of death, and they don't want to lose both.

But...... Can this crazy Wen Chou agree?

"Okay!" Wen Chou's eyes lit up, he grinned a big smile, gave Yao Gang a thumbs up, and said: "The leader of the caravan is calm and resolute, I am very optimistic about you~"

Suddenly, Yao Gang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that all the strength in his body had been exhausted, his legs were weak, and his back was already wet with sweat.

At this time, Wen Chou spoke again: "Since this is the case, then let's change to a more civilized way of playing!"

Civilization?

Play?

Suddenly, Yao Gang's right eyelid jumped, and his relaxed nerves tensed again, and he asked, "......Dare to ask what is the civilized way to play?"

Wen Chou stood on tiptoe, twisted his body, pointed at each merchant in the caravan one by one with his hand, and shouted loudly: "Line up to pay!"

"The first person only needs to pay one penny, the second one pays two pennies, and the third one pays four pennies. The rule is that the latter needs to pay twice the price of the previous person!"

After that, Wen Choushen mysteriously threw a wink at everyone and said, "First come, first served~"

One article, two articles, four articles, ......?

Everyone frowned, not understanding why Wen Chou made such a ridiculous move.

At this time, Liang Hu calmed his eyes and shouted, "How do we know if you are playing with us?"

"Fooling you?" Wen Chou smiled even more and said, "It's possible......

However, is there any other way out for the merchants? Rather than die in the net, I believe that Wen Chou's words will at least have a glimmer of life.

After that, Wen Chou sat quietly on the big bluestone, looked up at the sky, and hummed softly in his mouth:

"That night the wind blew through the evening hills...... The nightingale sings softly...... The flowers under the moon are all asleep, and only the fragrant flowers of the evening reveal their fragrance......"

This well-known little ballad gently drifted into people's ears, but it was like a sharp knife, hanging above the merchants, ready to fall at any time.

Wen Chou: "That evening fragrant flowers...... I'll think about ...... for you."

Finally, someone in the caravan couldn't help it.

"I'll come! I'll pay!"

Everyone was shocked.

I saw that inside the caravan, a small guy ran out despite the dissuasion of others.

Xiao Xiao's face was already full of fear at this time, his legs trembled like a sieve, and he crawled to Wen Chou's side with his hands and feet.

The little guy took out a copper plate from his arms, handed it up tremblingly, tears rolled in his eyes, and he said inarticulately: "I...... I'll pay for it, a penny!"

Wen Chou stretched out his hand, gently took the copper plate, looked at the little girl's eyes, full of love, stroked the little girl's hair with his hand, and said gently: "Really good, let go!"

As soon as the words fell, the bandits behind him did not dare to slack off, and made way for a road to Dongting Town.

The little guy's eyes were full of disbelief. It took a long time to react, and then as if he had met a ghost, he went crazy through the layers of bandits, and soon disappeared.

Quiet!

Everyone was eerily quiet, and only heavy breathing could be heard.

There are really people who left alive after paying the money!

Only paid a penny!

At this time, even the eyes of the two brothers Liang Hu and Liang Bao began to hesitate.

At this time, Wen Chou's voice broke the silence again.

"Huh...... Friendly reminder, don't look at the previous handover, but according to this calculation, starting from the thirtieth person, you need to pay one million taels of silver, hehe......"

Suddenly, everyone was shocked again.

At first, the merchants only focused on the few pennies that the first few people had to pay, but they forgot that the further they went, the more they paid.

At this time, some businessmen had already begun to take out the abacus accompanying them and quickly calculate. But the more you calculate, the more cold sweat there is on your head.

The eleventh person had to pay one thousand and twenty-four dollars, about one tael of silver.

The twenty-first person had to pay one hundred and forty-eight thousand five hundred and seventy-six wen, which was about one thousand taels of silver.

But by the thirtieth number, the number had risen to a terrifying one million taels of silver!

However, there were nearly a hundred people in the caravan, and at the end of the calculation, the number of digits on the abacus could no longer calculate how much the hundredth person should pay, because it was an absolute astronomical amount.

At this time, Wen Chou looked at Liang Hu and said bitterly: "I don't know how much money I can take out to buy my life......?"

In the small caravan, at best, there are only 10,000 taels of silver, 100,000 or even million, which they cannot afford to pay at all, that is to say, in this group, I am afraid that only about 20 people in this group will be able to leave alive at most.

Of course, the premise is to be able to pay the money first.

"I'll pay!"

At this moment, another terrible shout came, and it was a nine-rank guard warrior.

"You dare!" Liang Hu gritted his teeth and roared.

The nine-rank martial artist was desperate, and shouted: "I am a nine-rank martial artist, I don't have that much money at all, if I don't pay the money first, I will definitely die!"

The Jiupin Martial Artist ran over, paid two cents, and then ran away like the little guy.

"I'll pay!"

"I'll pay it first!"

"Fart, get out of the back for me!"

Suddenly, the people in the caravan seemed to have exploded, and the businessmen who were greedy for life and afraid of death, and regarded money as their life, had completely forgotten their previous friendship at this time, and pushed and pulled each other in order to pay the money first, first like a group of pigs grabbing food.

Soon, not only merchants, but also servants, servants, and guards all joined the scramble.

The subordinates worked even harder, because not to mention a hundred taels, even ten taels of silver were sky-high for them.

Wen Chou watched quietly, his eyes were full of satisfaction, and he hummed softly: "That night the wind blew through Evening Fragrance Mountain...... The nightingale sings softly......"

"The flowers under the moon are all in a dream, and only the fragrant flowers of the evening reveal the fragrance ......"

Finally, one of the guards drew his knife and cut off the head of a businessman.

This move did not cause panic among others, but only aroused the ruthlessness in people's hearts.

In an instant, everyone picked up the iron tools and wooden sticks they had around them and started fighting.

Finally, the third person successfully came to Wen Chou, who was a nine-rank martial artist.

At this time, this nine-rank martial artist had lost an arm, his back was slashed three times, and he was covered in blood, but he still had an excited smile on his face, handed over four yuan, and said madly: "I am the third, pay four yuan!"

However, before Wen Chou could receive the money, a big knife directly cut off the head of this nine-rank martial artist.

It was a merchant, but before the merchant could speak, the merchant was attacked by the other crowd, and the screams were buried in the crowd......

At this time, people have completely forgotten to resist the bandits, and are immersed in fighting each other.

Wen Chou's hand to take the money hung in mid-air, looking at the corpse of the nine-rank martial artist teasingly, and then at the people who were fighting each other in order to pay the money first, he smiled and sighed: "Human nature is ......."

Then Wen Chou sniffed fiercely in the air, and reveled intoxicated: "The smell of fear, it's so fragrant!"