Huang Xiaoyu was in front, and Chen Jiao followed behind.

Entering the Shanshui Yipin Villa, this chick lowered her head, her head was almost buried in her chest, and her hands were clutching the corners of her clothes, shy and timid.

Huang Xiaoyu stood in front of the sofa, looking at the messy magazines, dolls, snacks or something, his brows furrowed slightly, and said to Chen Jiao: "What are you doing in a daze?" Clean up. ”

Chen Jiao was stunned for a moment, becoming more and more shy, her face was red and her ears were red, she hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up her courage: "Ah...... At...... Over here? Will...... Wouldn't it be too much? In case An An returns...... Why don't you go take a shower and go to my room? ”

Huang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, his brows furrowed.

Chen Jiao followed his gaze, and on the coffee table, a letter was lying quietly.

Yellow paper with a bloody word "kill" on it.

When I opened it, it was also filled with blood, and a limerick poem was written:

Each man swept the snow in front of his own door

Don't worry about other people's tiles

I don't know how high the sky is to get into trouble

The fate of Huangquan is desolate

A Kun character is signed.

Between the lines, the word on the cover corresponds to the cover, murderous and arrogant.

Chen Jiao said nervously: "It must be that Brother Kun!" ”

Huang Xiaoyu dialed Bai Fengtian's phone: "That Brother Kun, have you found it?" ”

Bai Fengtian: "There are already clues, and the specific location can be found out at night." Brother, you can wait at home with peace of mind, and tomorrow I will have someone tie him up to you. ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "No, after you find out, tell me as soon as possible." ”

Bai Fengtian is really reliable.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the information has been sent.

Zheng Tushen, thirty-six years old, a disciple of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion of the first-class sect in the rivers and lakes, was expelled from the sect five years ago for framing his fellow disciples. Changed his name to Zheng Kun, known as Brother Kun. This person's kung fu is average, but he has a wide range of friends, three religions and nine streams, roosters and dogs, and evil sects...... Two years ago, he opened a convenience store for the benefit of the people in Wuyi Lane, Qihe Village. The convenience store has a basement with a gambling game for people on the rivers and lakes to gamble. At the same time, it is an intermediary, collecting money from people, buying off gangsters in the rivers and lakes, and eliminating disasters for others. He carried at least six lives on his back.

Shichinohe Village!

The northern suburbs of Jiangcheng are very remote places.

In the beginning, there were only seven households in this village, and later the largest number was only about 100 households.

Located near the reservoir in the northern suburbs, although it is not a deep mountain and old forest, there is a big mountain in front of it, and it is not convenient to enter and exit.

Last year, there were rumors of zombies. No one knows the specifics, but most of the people in the village have moved out.

Now, the whole village is basically in ruins.

It is really strange to choose to open a store here for the benefit of the people.

Wuyi Lane, there is a dead silence everywhere, the weeds on the roadside, the rats scurrying by from time to time, and the desolation of this place can be seen everywhere.

It was pitch black everywhere, except for the end of the alley, where there was a shop with dim lights.

Limin store is not large, more than 30 square meters.

There is a warehouse in the corner, from which there is access to the basement.

In the basement, there was a lot of people, shouting and drinking.

The person who visited the store was a middle-aged man in his forties.

His eyes were cold, and he was pulling a bucket of instant noodles.

A young man, like a ghost, held a murderous envelope written in blood in his hand and gently placed it in front of him.

The middle-aged man raised his head, a mouthful of instant noodles hung down on his lips, stared at the young man for a while, blew on the face, gobbled it up and then ate it.

It's like not eating in three days.

Even the soup in the bowl was drunk.

The young man stood there with a blank face.

The middle-aged man put down the instant noodle bowl, lit a cigarette, took a big puff, and said, "Isn't it good to live?" ”

Young man: "Are you Zheng Kun?" ”

Zheng Kun: "Hehe, you little fish and shrimp, you want to call me Brother Kun." ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "The girl from the An family, I owe her a personal favor." ”

Zheng Kun: "A knife on her face is worth 300,000." ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Who gave the money?" ”

Zheng Kun smiled, and suddenly smiled: "I won't say it, but someone knows." You can ask him. ”

Huang Xiaoyu's eyes were cold.

Zheng Kun spit out a smoke ring towards Huang Xiaoyu: "Lord Yama! When you're dead, go and ask Lord Yama! ”

Huang Xiaoyu sighed: "I'm not afraid of trouble, I just don't like it." I have a lot of important things to do, and I really don't have much to dwell on for too long. Today, let's make a decision. ”

"As you wish!"

Zheng Kun clapped his hands and shouted at the basement under the warehouse.

Suddenly, six people came out of it.

Zheng Kun was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he simply made a gesture to wipe his neck, opened a bunch of instant noodles again, and turned around to carry boiling water.

Bang bang bang......

Bang bang......

When Zheng Kun turned his head, his pupils shrank sharply.

He stared at the six people who fell to the ground, and Huang Xiaoyu who stood at the door, as if he had never moved, his eyes became more and more gloomy.

But he, Zheng Kun, has been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, how can he be stopped by this little scene.

These six people, although they are smashed, can only barely be regarded as entering the house like the thin monkey and the bear, and they are still far, far away from the first-class masters.

Coincidental!

Jiang Cheng has recently happened to have three first-class masters who often cooperate.

Zheng Kun dared to promise that if he was given two hours, the jumping and happy little fish in front of him would become a dead fish.

Zheng Kun snorted coldly, tore open the instant noodles, poured water, swallowed the smoke and spitted out the fog, and didn't look at Huang Xiaoyu: "These six people, there are scorpions tattooed behind two ears, and centipedes tattooed behind one ear." If you have seen a little bit of the world, you should know what the five poisons represent. The other two, one notorious, but no one wants to touch him. He's not good, there's a man behind him, and it's hard to entangle. The rest of the non-mainstream girl, you don't need to know what she does, you just need to know, her grandmother, nicknamed Goddess. ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Guess if they're still alive?" ”

"Scare me?" Zheng Kun sat down, and he didn't know when there was an extra gun in his palm, and he put it on the table. Then I casually pulled the instant noodles twice, and ate them again: "Your name is Huang Xiaoyu, you live in the landscape, and the two girls who live with you, one is called An An and the other is Chen Jiao." You are from Nanjiang, your hometown. Mom and Dad are farmers. The family is poor, and the two old people live very hard, really hard...... You say, what does it mean to live like this? ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Go on." ”

Zheng Kun: "No matter how high your kung fu is, you are afraid of kitchen knives." What is it that you see this black hole around me? You can't kill me today. And you, but you can't see the sun tomorrow. You're dead, and as I say, Jesus can't save you! ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Kill me with this gun?" ”

Zheng Kun: "No, this gun saves my life, I hold three sharp swords in my palm, and when the sword drinks blood, there will be a dead soul." ”

Huang Xiaoyu suddenly moved.

Zheng Kun is worthy of being a person on the rivers and lakes, and his reaction speed is surprisingly fast.

Grab the gun as soon as possible.

Bang bang bang......

Bang bang bang......

Six shots in a row, however, Zheng Kun was like seeing a ghost.

So close, less than two meters.

I didn't even hit a single hair.

Instead, the gun was snatched away, and he kicked it away, hit a shelf, broke a rib, and blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth when he opened his mouth.

Huang Xiaoyu casually threw the gun aside, pulled up the stool that Zheng Kun was sitting on just now, sat at the door without moving, and said lightly: "What about your three sharp swords?" Now, it's time to shout! ”