"What's going on here?"

King Yama's face was expressionless, but everyone knew that he was definitely a huge powder keg now, and he didn't know what spark set him on fire. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The survivors were shaking violently with their hands on the ground, half because they were hungry and half because of King Yama.

"It's... It's a guy named Chen Guang... The Stranger... He..."

The survivor stammered and told what had happened, adding to his realization, of course, with what he knew.

And the king of Yama is also extremely patient, the survivor's narration stumbled, and he listened very carefully for half an hour, and did not interrupt others once in the middle.

The survivor, after half an hour of introduction, collapsed to the ground in a state of dizziness and passed out, and the last thing he saw was a slanted tank, which had smashed his head open.

"Two things."

King Yama walked into the hall, all the corpses inside had been cleaned up, and the smell of cheap floral spray wafted in the air, he walked to the center of the hall, and sat down on the sofa with a turn, his legs cocked, his eyes gloomy, and his voice hoarse and ugly.

"Inform Niu Laosan that his two elder brothers let him be slaughtered, and the murderer is called Chen Guang."

"Let all the people in the ghost city gather in the square within a time limit of thirty minutes."

The guard saluted and ran out with his command, fast but rhythmic.

In less than three minutes, several pickup trucks drove out of the government square, and horns suddenly sounded in every corner of the ghost market, and the survivors who were originally doing their own things, some people threw away the things in their hands in a panic, and some people immediately pulled out the second child, and they all ran towards the government square without exception.

"King Yama is back!? We're going to suffer! ”

"Who said no, this time he lost so much, it is estimated that the wool will be picked up outside!"

"Whatever, if he can't live, Lao Tzu will flee outside, how can it be a dead word, and it will be faster to be bitten to death by zombies."

The people gathered in droves and ran together with their feet towards Government Square.

At the same time, on the highway outside the original trade fair, there was a burst of roaring, and I saw thirteen motorcycles driving quickly, so fast that if it was before the end of the world, these would not need the traffic police to take action, and I would accidentally go to see the real Yama King. On their backs, without exception, they carried a rifle and a pistol pinned to their waists, and the breath of the entire convoy was full of hormonal explosions at a glance.

This team of people is the motorcycle party that goes out, all the backbones of the team led by the boss and the generous hero, each of whom at least has the ability to block one side, which is also where half of his hole cards are. Behind the locomotive fleet, followed by a ubiquitous truck, the body of which was still printed with the words "Happy Moving", but on the word "home", there were almost blood stains.

Behind the train carriage, there were seven or eight people dressed in tatters, different from the fierce of the locomotive party, these people looked sallow, some of them were still a little swollen, obviously not taking the essential vitamins for a long time.

Guo Lebang carried a machete in his hand, which was left by his good friend Du Wei, who lived a slave-like life in the Xijing Hotel.

After the death of his good friend, he took on the responsibility of taking care of his friend's sister, and after he grabbed a machete and cut off a person's head, he won the approval of the boss Qian Sangu, and gradually gained the trust of Qian Sangu's woman, Zheng Rong.

"Du Wei, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

He looked at the backward buildings outside the carriage, at the blackened wall burned by the fire, his eyes were as usual, and his mind was like ink.

In the cab of the truck, Zheng Rong's eyes looked at Fang Yingying's back blankly, as two people who also have special abilities, obviously they have more common topics, these days of contact, she admires Fang Yingying's vigorous temperament, and is full of hope and ambition for the future.

Gradually, she compared Fang Yingying with Qian Sangu, who had maintained herself before, and found that after Qian lost his charm, Qian Sangu looked so annoying and annoying, of course, the contradiction between the two had not yet reached a fixed point, and it was just an opportunity to break out.

The motorcycle team drove directly into the government square, and under the notification of the soldiers, Fang Yingying quickly walked through the crowd and led a team into the hall.

Fang Yingying had only seen King Yama twice, both of them had been glimpsed once from a distance, and after trading about this, at this moment, it was actually the first time that the two of them had faced each other at close range.

"Drink tea."

King Yama's voice was soft, but it naturally had a commanding tone, which made people feel very uncomfortable listening to it.

Fang Yingying smiled calmly, the expression on his face made people can't help but want to get closer. He stretched out his hand to pick up the cup on the coffee table, and sighed in his heart that it was only this kind of relationship with the military that he could play such a luxurious thing in this last world, and he quickly drank a cup of hot tea, and a stream of heat made him feel happy.

"Although I don't like to drink tea like this, I have to admit that your hero is indeed as bold as rumored."

The hall was re-cleaned up, and the broken floor-to-ceiling glass was all replaced with long strips of black cloth, completely blocking the sunlight outside, and the king of Yama was lying on the sofa, hidden in the dark, Fang Yingying had worked very hard, he still couldn't see the appearance of the other party at such a close distance, and the face under the military hat gave him the most intuitive feeling, that is, the king of Yama had been observing him, with a gloomy and sympathetic, chilling gaze.

Two black, white hands reached out from the shadows, and slowly pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and then a red lighter.

King Yama lit a cigarette, took a breath and was silent for a while before spitting it out, and said softly: "I can't compare with you, I look too ugly, my face is full of spots, and I can't see the sun easily, so there's no need, I let Niu Jinlong come forward for me." You've been in this ghost market for more than a month, right? ”

"From September 12th to December 12th, exactly two months." Fang Yingying also lowered his tone very lightly, but he could still listen to the people in the hall.

For the person in front of him, he instinctively had a hint of vigilance, and he was able to rise in a large group of clans and finally control the transaction of the entire ghost market, obviously not only by relying on the military, if there were other factors, that is, the strength of the Yama King's own abilities, which had definitely reached a terrifying level.

"Not bad!"

King Yama seemed to be very satisfied with this answer, with a hint of appreciation in his voice, he smoked a few more cigarettes, and continued: "I don't like those teams and those abilities, even Niu Jinlong and Qi Zhongxiu, who can threaten my status, I don't like them, they are just lucky, they are essentially just an upstart, and they are not enough to achieve great things at all." You alone have this hope. ”

Fang Yingying was not as informal as he seemed on the surface, he knew that this was an allusion to some small actions under him that were known to King Yama, and chuckled: "I was just begging for food for my brothers, I didn't think about it so much. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, hey..."

King Yama laughed, as unpleasant as the voice of a night owl, and the entire hall suddenly felt like the temperature had dropped by a few degrees.

"What? Not reconciled? Also, my younger brothers and sisters are dead, and most of the entire motorcycle party has been ruined, and I am not willing to change it. King Yama laughed.

"Didn't you also lose the entire Guard? Niu Jinlong, Lian Wen, King Kong and Wren, all of your subordinates who can fight are dead, and all your weapons are gone, are you willing? Fang Yingying was still too young to help but choke.

"I'm really unwilling, a person who appeared inexplicably ruined all my hard-earned family business, and the saints don't have such a good temper."

"Then what are you going to do with that Chen Guang?" Fang Yingying looked at King Yama suspiciously, waiting for his answer.

At this moment, the soldiers outside the door trotted all the way, ran in in a panic, bowed their heads and whispered in the ear of the king of Yama, and after a while, his eyes suddenly narrowed with his face like a ghost.