Qingxu Daoist took his eyes away from Jin Batian's face, and looked at the face of Ma Liuye, who was talking endlessly, that look was also very complicated, with a trace of vicious resentment, until now, this Ma Liuye has not seen the relationship between this Qingxu Daoist and Jin Batian, he doesn't know, he will die soon, and the death certificate is approaching him little by little.

However, Ma Liuye quickly closed his mouth, he didn't see the hateful eyes of the Qingxu Daoist, but his eyes looked at the box of silver taels on the ground, he handed the head to the little Taoist priest's hand, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he held the silver on the ground in his arms, and the wrinkles on his excited face were piled up together, like a rotten chrysanthemum.

took out a piece of silver with about ten taels in his hand and weighed it, Ma Liuye put the silver in his mouth and took two bites as if he was a little uneasy, and after confirming that it was real silver, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Hmm...... Yes, there are a lot of big sons, and the Taoist chief is really a cheerful person. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the Qingxu Dao Chief, and said politely: "Dao Chief...... You also took the head of this golden tyrant in your hand, and the old man of the silver also accepted it, we both benefited from this transaction, then we will be friends from now on, if there is anything useful in the future, you can just ask, I will die not too late. ”

Qingxu Daoist took Jin Batian's head from the little Taoist priest on the side, took it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, but after a while, he frowned and said unhappily: "Sixth Master Ma...... What you did on this errand is not authentic, what Poor Dao wants is Jin Batian's entire head, how did you cut off his eyelids? ”

Ma Liuye was stunned for a moment, his old face looked a little cramped, and he hugged the big box containing silver tightly with both hands, for fear that others would rob him, and said hesitantly: "Qingxu Dao is long...... This can't be blamed on the old man, those who eat our bowl of rice must be taken care of in all aspects, and the people sitting on the prison beheading platform are a few big officials, Jin Batian's head You told the little one, you can't move, but you can't move at all, and you can't say anything, so you have to cut off his eyelids to deal with the errand above...... Or do you hope that the Qingxu Daoist will be considerate, but if it doesn't work, you will take back a little more from this thousand taels of silver? ”

Qingxu Daoist held Jin Batian's head, didn't even look at Ma Liuye, at this time, the strange old man beside him suddenly leaned over, and looked at Jin Batian's head with Qingxu Daochang, the strange old man's black shiny face showed a treacherous smile, bared out a mouth full of big yellow teeth, made a chattering strange laugh, and said some nonsense in his mouth, Ma Liuye didn't understand a word, Ma Liuye has traveled all over the country in the Qing Dynasty over the years, but I have never heard this dialect, it feels like a flock of ducks making noise, and it sounds very awkward.

The strange old man muttered something in his mouth, and at the same time took the head of Jin Batian from the hand of the Qingxu Dao Chief, looking very happy, nodding again and again, after he looked at it for a while, his eyes fell on Ma Liuye's body again, that look seemed to be looking at a dead man, and Ma Liuye couldn't help but shudder again.

Ma Liuye really couldn't stand this old man, he felt that the breath of death in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't wait to get out of here.