Just as the red turban was about to come forward to question him, the people who had gone to get the silver taels happened to return one by one with yellow and white objects.

"Big brother, everyone is here, shouldn't you take an inventory?"

The red turban nodded, and turned to intimidate Ah Zi:

"Little girl, when I finish counting the silver, I'll settle accounts with you!"

Ah Zi snorted coldly, "Accompany ... at any time"

Xiao He frowned slightly, and whispered to Ah Zi:

"Ah Zi, why did you deliberately provoke them?"

"Big Brute Bull, these rough people don't play cards according to common sense at a glance, and we should also take risks..."

Xiao He instantly understood what Ah Zi meant, "You mean, let them think that we have a back hand?"

"That's right, at least don't fall behind in momentum, so that you can find life out of it..."

Xiao He really admired Ah Zi a little at this time, and at this time, he could still come up with these strange and obedient methods.

However, what Ah Zi didn't know was that Xiao He really had a back hand, but at this time he was quietly waiting for the beast to move.

On the side of the red turban, the gold and silver under his feet were piled up into two hills.

"Black Shark Boss, this time we really sent it, haha..." The red turban danced with excitement.

"Big brother, there's something I don't understand...", a big man next to him scratched his head and asked.

"Damn, if you have something to say, let it go..."

The red turban was a little unhappy because of this big man's interest.

"Big brother, why don't we go and rob those cultivators of silver, I heard that they have a lot of treasures..."

The red turban slapped the big man's face, and the crisp sound of "pop" made everyone hear.

"Go and rob the cultivators, don't you think we don't live long enough? We and those cultivators have always been well water and not river water, and the ghost knows which sects are behind them, and when the time comes, you kid will come to the door, you kid a hundred... No, a thousand and ten thousand lives are not enough to pay for the ..."

The beaten man covered the swollen half of his face and nodded, obviously respecting and fearing the red turban.

"Big brother, there are ten people who don't have any money on them... You see..."

Another man ran over and whispered something in the ear of the red turban.

"What kind of people are they, the people who came to the Southern Barbarian Country on the 'Koi', where are there any people who don't know how to bring some silver taels to honor us?"

"Big brother, except for the person who peed his pants, the rest are all going to Nanban to buy medicine..."

The red turban was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at the ten people lined up, among them were men and women, and two or three children, judging by their clothes, they were all ordinary people.

"How many of you, have come all the way to Nanban just to buy medicine?" asked the red turban, looking suspicious at the same time.

One of the old women coughed, took a step forward, and replied:

"My lord, my little grandson has a strange disease, and he has large and small pimples on his back, which is extremely itchy, and only one medicine can cure it, called 'Tiger's Eye Grass'... This kind of grass is only owned by the Southern Barbarians..."

As she spoke, the old woman took off the shirt of a child next to her, so that his back was facing the red bandana.

I saw that the child's back was densely covered with pimples the size of pinpoint points, which made people shudder.

"It's so itchy, grandma..."

The child couldn't help but scratch his fingernails a few times with his fingernails, and the old woman quickly grabbed his hand.

The pimples were scratched by the child, and thin pus flowed from the red marks.

"My poor boy, you must hold back, or the pus from this pimple will make you sick with this strange disease everywhere else," the old woman told her grandson.

"Grandma, I see..."

The child gritted his teeth surprisingly and endured it, even though his back seemed to be crawling with ants, and it was impossible to live or die.

The old woman put the child back on her clothes and looked at the red turban:

"We are all poor people, how can we have the money to buy a thousand taels of 'tiger eyes', we can only risk working as coolies on this ship to Nanban, and when we get to Nanban, we will go to Wolf's Head Peak to collect medicine..."

"Is this the case with all of you?" asked the Red Turban.

The rest nodded and took off their shirts, revealing almost identical pimples.

"What kind of medicine is this, it costs a thousand taels and one dollars?" muttered the red turban.

"Big brother, what should I do with that scared peeing seed?"

Red Turban's attention shifted to the man in the fancy costume when he heard his men's words.

"Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives... Ah Bing, do you still have some silver taels, is it good to lend me some and exchange these silver tickets for them?"

The man in a fancy suit climbed up in front of a thin man and hugged his thigh.

"Your silver tickets are stained with the blood of the poor, I'm afraid that God will punish me, brother, this is all retribution..."

The thin man shook him off and looked disdainful.

"Originally, the Tiger's Eye was not expensive in Nanban, but the Wolf's Head Peak could only be climbed by locals in Nanban. A black-hearted pharmacist like him saw the huge profits, and by stuffing silver into the chamber of commerce, he joined forces to raise the price of medicine, and today, that ordinary tiger's eye was sold for 1,000 taels and 1 yuan... How many poor people died because they couldn't afford to see a disease, and how many people fell to the ground because they ventured to the wolf's head? Have you black-hearted traders eaten your conscience by dogs?"

After the thin man spoke, everyone had a new understanding of the man in gorgeous clothes.

"It turns out that he is the black-hearted businessman who resells the tiger's eye, what a damn..."

"For someone like him, it's not enough to die ten times..."

Many people are cruel to men in Chinese clothes, especially those who are poor and have no money to buy medicine because they are sick.

The man in the fancy dress trembled, got up, took a few steps back, but he didn't pay attention to it, stepped on the air, and fell.

"Haha... What do you know, in this world, money is everything, without money, you can only wait for death... Especially you poor people, when you are sick and have no money to buy life-saving medicine, it is a dead end! It is only natural that people die for money, and birds die for food! Even you, the water thieves, don't you still rob other people's property in broad daylight? We are all the same, the same ...."

The man in fancy clothes was facing the sky on his back, and his legs were already paralyzed and he couldn't stand up, but his hideous and hateful face made people feel even more disgusting because of the roar.

"Poof!"

A large anchor with a huge chain at the back end landed in mid-air, piercing straight through the chest cavity of the man in fancy clothes, and the sound of "clucking" bones continued, and bright red blood spurted out from both sides of the big anchor.

A tall shadow loomed in the mist, and with a jerk of his hand, the anchor broke away from the body of the man in fancy clothes and quickly returned to the hands of the mysterious man, who was already dead like a muddy beach.

"Lao Tzu's water thieves are different from you, because we don't just want a person's life..."