The scar man left, the old witch went back to her room and lay down, I also reverted to the side of the bed, but I couldn't sleep anyway, I opened my eyes, just to see the iron cabinet that occupied a wall, I remembered that the cabinet did not know what it was, sighed, my heart was very curious, but I did not dare to come forward to open the cover to inspect, afraid of releasing something strange, closed my eyes, wanted to fall asleep, but my mind was full of grotesque images, like a slide jumping around, for fear that these things would suddenly jump out of the box and climb on me, so that I could not sleep left and right, full of discomfort, simply got out of bed and sat down at the square table outside the bedroom, but the tide of sleepiness hit his head, and he was sore, his head was dizzy, and his head almost hit the table, and he looked at the ground on the left and right dimly, it was black and black, and he couldn't see anything, so he arched his head on the table and fell asleep dizzily.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was startled, and suddenly I opened my eyes, and I saw myself standing in a house. The house is carved and painted, just like the place of the royal palace, but I saw that there was a row of marble tabletop tables and chairs under the head-on wall, and a computer was placed, and a red lantern was hanging on the wall behind the countertop, which was shining with a blood-like red light, reflecting the vermilion lacquer beams above the head and the red foundation pillars around him. Then I saw a row of clocks hanging behind the countertop, and the hands were ticking in circles. Looking at it like this, it is clear that I am in a large antique hotel, and the countertop I am facing is the front desk. However, the two chairs behind the front desk were empty, and there were no waiters. I asked, "Anyone?" ”

The empty house echoed, and the aftermath lingered. For a long time, only the blood-red light shone quietly on me, and there was no response.

At the right of the front desk is a wide walkway. A scarlet carpet with a dim red glow. I walked to the carpet and walked more than ten steps, but I saw a doorway appear on the wall on the left side of my body, and on the left side of the doorway hung seven cursive characters: 魑魅魍魎喜 from the past, and on the right side there were also seven cursive characters: cow ghost snake god laughing; But on the lintel it reads "Hell on Earth". The heart said, obviously in a hotel. How did you go to hell on earth again? Look inside the doorway, there are two elevators on the left and right, and the LED screens on them are still lit. The floor numbers are blurred. The number of one of the elevators changed rapidly, and suddenly stopped, and with a bang, the silver door opened. A child rushed out of it. Ran towards me and hugged my legs, "Daddy! ”

When I saw the child's eyebrows and eyes, as if I saw myself, I didn't know how happy I was, and I took his little hand with joy on my face, and walked into the elevator, which closed automatically. Silently climbed to the heights, and then there was another thud. Without warning, we stopped, and the elevator door slammed open, only to see a plump, dark-skinned woman standing at the elevator door, looking at us with a smile, and turning away. I led the child out of the elevator, and when I saw the woman turn around the corner of the corridor with the red carpet, she disappeared, and I was busy holding the child's hand and chasing after her. When he reached the corner, he saw a long corridor in front of him, and the woman's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, and she was busy leading the child on foot, but at that turn there was a long corridor, and the light was like a bean, and it was dim and yellow. This time, however, the woman stood in front of a door, held the doorknob, pushed it open, and walked in. I hurriedly walked to the door with my children, but I saw that there was a big red bed and a desk, which stood under an open window, and there was no starlight outside the window, but I could vaguely see the buildings, like a huge patio, surrounded by beams and covered with glazed tiles. But the woman was not in the house, but when she looked back and saw the custard lamp in the bathroom by the door, there was a sound of water, and she thought that the woman was bathing in it, so she took the child to sleep on the bed. slept until midnight, touched beside him, but did not touch the woman's body, quickly got up, pushed open the bathroom door, but it was empty. Looking back, the child's body was sunk in the bed, sleeping sweetly and lovely, and then he lay down beside him and fell asleep. I dreamed of a string of phone numbers: 1860152062, I always felt that it seemed to be a number missing, scratching my ears and cheeks, thinking about it left and right, and finally remembered that there was a difference of a 0 word, but I didn't know where this 0 should be inserted, and I made various simulations based on my impression, and finally determined that it should be inserted behind the third number 6, or behind the last number 2. This is the woman's phone number, I got up, took out my mobile phone to dial, but I always couldn't get through, so I had to insert the 0 into another place to try, just when I was about to dial again and give up, there was a long beep from the earpiece, indicating that the phone had been dialed, but no one answered on the other end of the phone for a long time.

Just as he was worrying about himself, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, his face was cold, wet, sticky, as if there were two lines sweeping around, "Mom, what is it?" "Cold sweat broke out on my back, and I suddenly opened my eyes, and saw a hideous-looking, blue-green flat-headed snake, puffing out its eyes in front of the tip of my nose, spitting out double letters, and exuding a disgusting breath from its mouth. The name of this snake is Zhuye Qing, because it walks like a flying javelin, so it is also called Qingzhu Biao, its poison is incomparable, a drop can poison a big bull. I screamed in fright, and hurriedly rolled over to the bed, leaning against the wall, only to see that the flat-headed snake was in the hands of the little boy Yanyan last night. That Yanyan sighed in her mouth, looked at my embarrassed appearance, and giggled happily.

"Put it down," I warned in horror, "this thing is so poisonous that a bite from him will be over." ”

The boy laughed and said, "Are you afraid?" In our Wuling Mountain, there are more such things. "Make a gesture to throw the serpent at me.

I hurriedly raised the quilt corner, "Ahhhhh ”

The ignorant are fearless. But the green bamboo mark had been thrown into the air, and I shook my head and flew towards me, and I jumped out of bed and ran barefoot out of the bedroom, and the snake bounced off the bed and chased after me, as if he understood what the child meant.

I jumped to the square table in a hurry, but the snake sighed, shrank its body, and immediately stretched out two thin wings on both sides of its body, and a half thin fan on its tail was rounded, and it flew towards the table, and two fangs burst out of the flesh. He bit me in the neck. As I woke up from a nightmare, my body was still stiff and my brain was not reacting flexibly. Seeing that the poisonous insect opened its mouth to bite, he could only raise his arms to protect his neck, and he couldn't dodge.

was shouting in his heart, but he saw the poisonous snake suddenly fall down, and he was already grabbed by the child by seven inches. The boy watched me flee in a hurry, completely ignoring the decency of adults, and suddenly fell to his feet and laughed. Turbulence. He screamed, and his ears were picked up by the old witch. The old witch said, "Little things, you know that they are scary." "Horn ground. A slap was slapped in the face, and the boy fell to the ground, his face flushed and tears rolling down his face. Throw the green bamboo mark at the old witch's feet. "Bite you. Bite you to death, dog, dare to beat Lao Tzu. ”

The old witch kicked the green bamboo mark away, reached out to the ground and pulled the child up, slapped him on the ass a few times like a chicken claw, and said, "I told you not to learn well, but like to play tricks on people!" ”

The child rolled on the ground, crying. While shouting and scolding, "Holy shit." Dog, you dare to beat Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu grows up, and he will kill you. ”

I was frightened, and when I saw that the child was pitiful, I hurriedly stepped forward and took the old witch's hand and taught him that he could not beat the child again.

The old witch let go of the child's hand, and cursed to herself, as she removed the buttons on her breast, and did not care about the two shriveled dead breasts on her chest, which were like two rags wilting and drooping under my eyes.

The old witch was busy on the stove for a while, and placed a large pot of noodles in front of us. The boy stopped crying, got up from the ground, juggled to the stool, clenched his chopsticks like a fist, and picked the noodles from the basin and put them in his mouth.

I didn't care about being polite, so I hit a bowl and swallowed it in my stomach, but I paid attention to the whereabouts of the green bamboo mark just now, for fear that it would suddenly come over and bite me.

After eating the noodles, the old witch said to me, "Mr. Zuo, you wait a while, Yanyan and I will raise these animals and then take you to the arena." ”

I remembered that Uncle Dao had asked me to participate in a tournament last night, and I was curious, so I said, "Okay, mother-in-law, I don't know the way, and I want to ask you to take the way." ”

The old witch turned to Yan Yan and said, "Little ghost, how did I teach you the day before yesterday, and you will lure those animals out according to the method I used to drink and forage outside." ”

That Yanyan twisted her face and said coldly, "Hmph, I don't remember." ”

The old witch's face changed solemnly, "Why don't you remember?" ”

Yan Yan said angrily: "You beat me, I just don't remember." ”

The old witch found a stick behind the stove and staggered over, "I guess the skin on your body is tight again, and you need to loosen it." ”

That Yanyan hurriedly jumped from the stool to the ground, "Ouch, don't fight, don't fight, grandma, I remembered, I remembered." ”

The old witch shrugged her nose and said angrily and with a smile: "Do you really remember?" ”

That Yanyan touched her buttocks, squinted her eyes, looked at her timidly, and said, "I really remember." ”

The old witch struck the stick on the table, "Then you don't move quickly?" ”

Na Yanyan hurriedly turned her hooves and ran to the bedroom, took out a gourd from behind the door, and blew on the gourd hole, and the gourd sounded with a whining sound. I heard that he was playing a famous song, called "Dance of the Golden Snake". Although his tone was intermittent due to his lack of breath, the melody was familiar.

As soon as the melody sounded, the iron box that had been sleeping in the slab house rang unkemptly, and then the box rattled like a whip, and the lid began to dance up and down, and the clatter and clatter, and suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. When the box was neutral, countless whip shadows poured out, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, flowers and green, on the curved wall, on the ground, dancing wildly, as fast as arrows, circling and flying, and the horn sounded crisply, it was really dazzling to me, and my soul was not possessed.

I hurriedly looked around, trying to find a place to hide, but in an instant, there were flying shadows all over the front and back, left and right, and there was no gap at all, for fear that those cold-blooded things would entangle and bite me, and when those things passed by my feet, they just swept by the cold, swishing by, and did not stay, they all ran towards the moon gate, and in less than half a minute, they all disappeared into the black shadows outside the door.

When Yanyan saw that my face was colorless, covered in chaff, and her eyes were glazed, she seemed to be frightened stupidly, and she was so happy that she leaned forward and backwards, clapped her palms and stomped her feet, and laughed loudly. The old witch laughed wryly on the side, "Mr. Zuo, are you afraid of snakes?" ”

I nodded, still palpitating, "I've never seen so many snakes gushing out at once." ”

Yan Yan was still sneering on the sidelines. The old witch rebuked at him, "Little thing, like to play tricks on people. Don't scare Mr. Zuo again. ”

I suddenly remembered the embarrassing image of Lei Xiaobing jumping around in the tunnel before, and asked Yanyan: "Did you put a snake on the person who rode on me and wore a sportswear yesterday?" ”

Yan Yan flipped the gourd in her hand and looked at it over and over again. He didn't look at me and said, "When I went to look for you, I saw a man riding on top of you, beating you incessantly, and I was so angry that I shoved a snake into the crotch of his pants." ”

"How do you know it must be me lying on the ground?" I asked, surprised.

Yan Yan's voice became smaller, she glanced at the old witch and muttered with a small mouth. "I've been beaten up a lot by some bastards, and I thought that the beating must not be a good thing, it must be a turtle bastard. Therefore, I think that the person riding on you must be a turtle bastard, and you must be the one who lies on the ground and is beaten. ”

My heart said. This little guy is really elf-like, too. obviously said how to find me, but he pointed out that Sang scolded Huai and scolded the old witch.

In the evening, after dinner, Yan Yanfu picked up the gourd and went to the aisle to blow the "Golden Serpent Dance", and the cold-blooded reptiles that were foraging in the tunnel swished back to the house and burrowed into the iron box. Yanyan stood on the chair, closed the lid of the box, and jumped off the ground. Clapped his little hands, picked up the meat buns prepared on the table and nibbled on them. Take a bite of each one and put it back in the basin, and then take a bowl of porridge. The old witch came and saw that there was a gap in each bun in the basin, so she stretched out her chopsticks and knocked it Yan Yan's head, and scolded: "Little thing, big eyes and big belly, don't you take a bite of each one and teach us how to eat?" “

That Yanyan touched her head, picked up the porridge bowl, and threw it on the ground, the bowl was broken into eight petals on the ground, the soup and water splashed on the ground, the old witch raised the chopsticks in her hand, walked over, and wanted to knock his head again, she didn't pay attention to stepping on the rice soup under her feet, and swooped and sat on the ground, making the mud all over her buttocks, oh oh yo yo screamed for a long time before standing up, turned his head to look for the child, but he didn't see half a figure, only the buns in the basin on the table were missing three or four, and he said angrily and annoyedly: "This one who has suffered a thousand knives, wait for you to come back, See how I clean you up? ”

I was worried that there was snake meat in the bun, so I held my breath and ate one, drank two bowls of porridge, and went out to look for Yanyan, but I saw him sitting in the shadow in front of me, eating the bun in a big gulp, so I stepped forward and asked him how to go to the competition arena that Uncle Dao said?

His eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up from the ground and said, "Let's go, I'll take you there, there are a lot of people in that game." ”

Actually, I didn't want to go to the arena of the competition, just because I was like a blind man in this tunnel at the moment, with nowhere to go and nowhere to escape, so I wanted to take the opportunity to go to the arena to walk in the tunnel, familiarize myself with the environment, and find an exit, and because the uncle said that let me go to the arena to see and see, if I don't go, when he comes to me, my situation is more passive, affected by these two factors, I have to go to the arena that has nothing to do with me.

I followed Yan Yan and walked forward, that direction was actually to the depths of the tunnel, which was exactly the opposite of yesterday's way, what made me quite strange was that yesterday I was in this tunnel, and I could clearly see the objects around me today, so I asked Yan Yan what was the reason?

Yanyan jumped forward and said with a smile: "I can't scare you anymore, grandma is going to beat me." ”

I was stunned, "Is it related to snakes?" ”

He smiled and said, "Look, you're scared again." ”

I said, "Why does it have anything to do with snakes?" ”

He stopped and turned, poked my belly with his fleshy fingers, and said, "The snake has entered your belly, and you are like a snake, of course you can see things in the dark." ”

I knew that snakes like to forage at night and could see moving objects in the dark, but I didn't know how the snake got into my stomach without knowing it, and I was scared and curious and asked, "Why did the snake get into my stomach again?" ”

Yan Yan turned around and jumped for a while, and said, "The noodles you ate in the morning are snake noodles?" ”

My stomach immediately began to churn. I usually don't even dare to look at pictures of snakes, let alone eat snake meat, but I didn't expect to eat a few large bowls without knowing it, so I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

That Yanyan heard me keep vomiting, and when she turned around, she saw me clutching my stomach, her face was bruised, and she laughed again.

We walked all the way forward, passing through more than a dozen moon gates, and more than a dozen strong lights shone on us and disappeared, about ten minutes. I heard the drums in front of me, Ding Bo Bang Bang, Ding Bo Bang Choking ...... Then someone yelled in unison: ho, ho, ho, ho...... Stomping in unison again, bang, bang, bang...... The dust on the walls fell from the dust.

Yanyan lowered her head and looked at her toes. Take a few leaps forward, turn around and wave, "Hurry up." Here we go! "I didn't expect to stumble under my feet and fall to the ground with a poof, but I got up again and didn't pat the dust on my body. He kicked with both feet. The wind is blowing forward.

As the pace moved forward, the drums, stomping and stomping became louder and louder, and the bright light became more and more dazzling, and when the ears were about to be shattered, the bright light was also projected on the body without hindrance, and the eyes suddenly opened up, only to find that they were standing on a high platform, and under the high platform was a hall of more than 1,000 square meters. The hall was circular. There is a square table in the middle. It is slightly seventy or eighty centimeters high, eight meters square, surrounded by a circle of cables around the platform, and a thick carpet is laid in the middle of the platform, on which is printed a line of small characters, a line of large characters, the small characters are the hell arena, and the big characters are the super grid fighting competition. A few meters high on the stage, there is a boxy live broadcast screen, on which is written the deformed ultra-bold black characters: Super Grid Struggle Competition, and another line of words flew out, writing: If you are brave, you will show your fist, and if you are a hero, you will fight hell! The sentences are sonorous and teach people's blood to boil. Because I saw that it was a couplet, I remembered the pair on the wall of the gloomy hotel in my dream last night, and silently recited those two sentences in my heart: "The charm and the spirit are happy, and the cow ghost and snake god laugh", and looked at the chaotic and noisy scene around the body in front of me, isn't it just the scene of these two pairs? For a moment, I felt that there was something hidden in the dream, and that strange phone number would not appear in the dream for no reason, maybe it came from the depths of my memory, belonging to a certain woman. However, I can't remember who this woman is, and even her face is unusually blurry, as if someone has been stabbed out of my memory.

My mind was churning, but Yanyan stood beside me, raised her hands high, and shouted, "Wow, it's so lively!" ”

I saw that the stage was clearly a wrestling ring, and there were twenty bald monks punching and kicking on it, and they were the ones who made the popping sound just now. Since the additional lights at the four corners of the hall and the spotlights hanging above the ring were all aimed at the ring, the audience seats around the ring looked much darker, but it could be seen that the seats were full, and roughly estimated, no less than two or three thousand people.

The group of monks in Tsing Yi practiced fists and kicks for a while, and played with knives and guns for a while, and then closed their momentum, worshiped the Buddha with one palm, bowed their heads slightly to the audience in unison, and roared, each of them turned over with a harrier and jumped down from all sides of the stage, but there was still a monk with both palms on his chest and standing in the center of the ring. The monk was in his prime, wearing a yellow cloth robe diagonally, but there was no ring scar on his head. I knew in my heart that this person was not a real monk practicing in the temple, but a fake mida who used the name of the Buddha to show off the world. I also saw that he was bare-bones on his right shoulder, his neck was as thick as his head, his arms were as strong as a cow's leg, and his finger joints were thick and deformed, like dragon claws, so he guessed that this person should be a master of horizontal training.

A short, fat, dwarf winter melon-like host rises from the center of the ring. He held a microphone in his hand, wore a tuxedo that didn't fit well, had a mustache on his face, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes looked a little cross-eyed, and the crowd burst into laughter. The dwarf winter melon turned his right leg back, crossed his left leg, bent down the stage, and said, "Gentlemen, girls, good evening!" Welcome to Asia's largest underground fighting arena and the largest hell ring in the universe. Not only is the expression extremely exaggerated, but the rhetoric is also extremely exaggerated, and it is ridiculously exaggerated, "Our motto is - if you are brave, you will show your fist, and if you are a hero, you will fight hell!" A group of people in the audience shouted the motto after him, and the powerful resonance was deafening.

The dwarf winter melon stroked his rather treacherous and obscene beard with his hand, and said in a loud voice: "You can become a millionaire in an instant with your extraordinary eyesight, and of course, you may also become a penniless poor bastard all at once." You can also win BMWs, earn Mercedes-Benz, hug beautiful women, but, yes," he suddenly raised his voice decibels, stomped the floor on the stage, and shook one hand with one hand in the air with great force, while cooperating with his word by word shout: "You-first-first-got-bet-" Then, jumping high, rapping like a tongue-twister:

"If you want to make money, you have to be willing to spend money, and you have to spend money to make money. If you can make money, you have to be willing to spend money, money comes and goes to make money, fuck you have to remember - without punches, you can only guess punches to make money. You can't guess boxing to make money, just wait to be so poor that you have no wine, no meat to eat, no pants to wear, fuck you have to remember - guessing boxing and making money can also get rid of the poverty line, fuck you have to remember - you can - guess boxing to make money because, you dare to rush and dare to fight iron men and macho men, ha, ha, hum. If there is a kind of money, make a lot of money, wear gold and silver and climb to the sky in one step. Haha, one step to the sky! ”

I laughed in my heart, this part of the lyrics should be more bastards and more bastards, it is completely heresy. Teach people to be bad. However, this bastard singing with heavy metal percussion and crazy trembling electric bass defeated all rock music in the world in an instant, and the momentum was really devastating, overwhelming, and those notes seemed to have been enchanted by a wizard, forcing all indifference and bitterness to smash, and it could capture people's souls. It can arouse the enthusiasm of thousands of spectators in the audience, and the enthusiasm explodes.

It was a truly heart-wrenching scene: a scantily clad woman swaying her hips and hips to the rhythm. pouting and kissing, the more reserved girl holds a glow stick and taps on the top of her head, making circles, or holding a plastic palm and slapping with the beat of the drum; And those men with naked muscles and tattoos make people feel more empowered, they scream with their fists again and again to the beat of this music, stretch out their long tongues, show their sharp teeth, and make very cool and hilarious expressions, some hug the women next to them as if no one is kissing, some clapping their palms painlessly, stomping the earth under their feet, and some even flicking the cigarette butts in their hands into the air like magic bullets......

Anyway, the bastard's incomparable singing almost instantly burst the whole hall, and there was not a single corner that did not tremble, and there was not a single person who did not sway or go crazy for it, and everyone was like a chicken blood, excited and clucking like a rooster. The electronic screen hanging above the ring also played live video in real time, magnifying all kinds of almost crazy expressions and close-ups of movements, and then lining the photoelectric effect on the screen, making the whole space bizarre, shadows and shadows, as if there were countless ghosts floating in the dusty air.

Bang –

A golden gong sounded, piercing all the hustle and bustle, and the hall suddenly thunderclapped like a thunderbolt, and the hoarse, sharp tone of the dwarf winter melon echoed again: "Asia's only, the first in the universe, Hell Boxing Ring, Super Fight Championship, the thirty-fourth this year, the second this month, starts now." First of all, I would like to introduce to you today's champion, from the Shaolin Temple, the first temple in the world, from the Shaolin Temple, the first temple in the world, from the Shaolin Temple, the first temple in the world, from the Shaolin Temple, the first temple in the world, from the Shaolin Temple, the first temple in the world, from the

Yanyan and I walked up the stairs from the high platform to the hall, slipped through the gaps in the seats, ran to the front of the audience and crouched. I listened to the dwarf introduce the monk's Dharma name, and my heart said that the monk did not have an eyebrow on his forehead, and it was really appropriate to call him Master Wumei.

Just now, the dwarf host is singing rap frantically, this eyebrow master has been standing next to the palm solemnly, there is a string of black and bright Buddha beads hanging on the tiger's mouth in the palm, and there are words in the mouth, at this time, listening to him introduce himself, he rushed to the audience, and shouted a Buddha name: Amitabha, the monk is polite. As soon as he lowered his head, the shiny head appeared in the eyes of everyone, as if it had been smeared with oil, shining brightly, and some people in the audience began to talk about it, causing a commotion.

A woman behind me asked, "Isn't the Shaolin Temple very rich?" Why did the monks of Shaolin Temple also come here to fight black boxing? ”

A young man was also quite skeptical, "What kind of no-eyebrow master, I haven't heard of it, it's really fake?" ”

A middle-aged man who was a little old and serious said: "The current monk is just a profession, what is it to make money by boxing, I still see someone who marries a wife." ”

There is a person who seems to know a little about Buddhism, "There are two Shaolin Temples, one is South Shaolin and one is North Shaolin, which Shaolin is he?" ”

Another person said disdainfully: "Whatever, just do good kung fu." ”

……

The dwarf presided over the eight-character beard, squeezed out and made a strange appearance, and said loudly: "The betting on this competition is the same as in the past." The master of no eyebrows is the master of this fight, and whoever comes up is the challenger, and the odds are 1 to 10. Both the champion and the challenger must voluntarily sign a life and death agreement, and they will be responsible for their own deaths and injuries. If one of them is knocked down, cannot stand up for ten seconds, or voluntarily concedes the game, the loser and the other team wins. ”

Someone whispered, "The odds of this monk are too high, once you buy him, he is knocked down again, won't he have to lose 10 times, who dares to buy him?" ”

One person said: "Shaolin kung fu, steel fists and iron legs." Warrior monk Yilong, have you heard of it, sweeping the East and the West. There are no opponents! ”

Another person reprimanded: "Playing black boxing, there are no rules, regardless of rank, kicking the crotch and cutting the neck, inserting the eyes and pinching the eggs, doing everything, often beating people to death." What is a dragon? It's the super Sanda King Liu Hailong. You may not be able to get out of this hall. ”

A person behind this person said loudly: "Mother sells, what do you say, then Liu Hailong is the hero in my heart." After retiring, what kind of KO boxing champion in small Japan is screaming, how can he come here to fight black boxing. The image of Chinese martial arts, you know? ”

Another person thought they were noisy, and he persuaded him repeatedly: "Guys, guys. Far from it. Far from it. Let's see who the challenger is? ”

Everyone was silent, only to hear the dwarf winter melon singing loudly: "The challenger of the first round is the big desert wolf from Mongolia, the king of grassland wrestling: Tian-Du-ba-" The last Ba character seemed to play a Mongolian long tune, the cavity trembled, and it only played for half a minute.

The hoarse, magnetic voice from the microphone still circled over the field. A giant 2 meters tall and as wide as a door panel rushed through the aisle in the middle of the crowd. He wears a Mongolian costume with a colored cord tied around his waist. His eyebrows flew into his temples like black arrows, his broad, thick face was a typical plateau red, and his chin was covered with stubble like steel needles. He spread his arms among the blackened people and flew like a giant eagle. The two-meter-long arm span, the clanging footsteps, and the piercing gaze reminded people of his extremely powerful ancestors who competed for world domination.

The burly Tiandu Baden, who was as burly as a door panel, leaned over and raised his legs, stepped into the boxing ring from between the two cables, and danced a grassland pot dance for everyone, which was regarded as a warm-up before the court, and took out Hada to present to the referee, although it looked rude, but it looked polite, attracting bursts of applause, and then took off his robe and threw it off the stage.

One of the people beside me said, "I feel that the monk's kung fu is powerful, and the world's martial arts are all out of Shaolin, so I bet on the monk to win, five hundred." ”

Another said, "I bet on Tianduba, the king of grassland wrestling, and I can't lose if I look at that body." ”

One asked, "How much do you bet?" ”

The man reluctantly said, "Six hundred." ”

The man asked: "Your amount is a little smaller, and I will give a fucking 1,000." ”

The other sneered, "Damn, five hundred? Thousand? Shabby, Lao Tzu bet-"

The person next to him looked at him with blank eyes, "Charge, how much?" ”

The man touched his pocket, "Ouch, I didn't bring a wallet, damn," I picked and searched in my trouser pocket for a long time before taking out a ticket, holding it in my hand and looking at it, and patting it on the table next to me, "Lao Tzu is all bet." ”

The two people in front leaned over to look at the ticket and scolded in unison: "One hundred?!" Wow, I thought you were going to bet on a fucking number, one hundred, just one hundred, not even enough for the fucking floor, go and stay where it's cool. ”

The man next to him smiled grimly: "My brothers are all good brothers, lend me a few, lend me a few," patted his chest and said, "I'll pay it back as soon as I get home." ”

The one who came out of a thousand scolded: "The money I borrowed last time is still hanging on my eyes, and I still borrow it?" You don't have a job, where will you get the money back? ”

The one who pledged five hundred raised a palm to hit the one who borrowed the money, but he didn't really fall, and only spitted and scolded, "Phew, a jobless vagrant, and he is still pretending to be a uncle!" Looking for a wow? Well? ”

……

The dwarf winter melon said: "Now, I respectfully invite the eldest brother of the hall - knife - uncle - board - field -"

Uncle Dao slowly stepped onto the ring, as if he had a thousand pounds of weight tied to his feet, and he looked very old and heavy, changing his crazy style in the past. All the audience looked in his direction, some were full of questions, some were afraid, and some admired, but there was a neat applause from the four corners of the hall, and the applause kept sending Uncle Dao to the ring before stopping.

Dwarf Winter Melon held the microphone in front of Uncle Knife's chest. Uncle Dao arched his hand to the four sides of the ring according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, and said loudly: "Friends, welcome to the hell fighting arena, I hope you will bet enthusiastically, no matter which side you bet on, whether you win or lose, every 100 yuan you vote, in addition to the bounty awarded to the winner, there will be 10 yuan for those street children, lonely and widowed old people." Every time you bet, there will be a point of kindness to give, which is the ultimate goal of our Sanhetang to open the altar here, inviting the world's heroes and heroes and martial arts masters to fight here. We Sanhetang walk the rivers and lakes, the word righteousness is the head, you cast chips is also a righteous act, in the next on behalf of all the brothers of Sanhetang, thank you! He arched his hand at the four sides again, and then shouted, "Now." I announce that this year's thirty-fourth and this month's second. Super Fight, now for the punches. After speaking, Fang Cai walked down the ring with square steps and sat in the first row of the audience.

The dwarf winter melon watched Uncle Dao sit down in his place, raised a finger, and shouted hoarsely: "Now, I invite Karayang, the golden whistle of the World Boxing Association and a national referee, to appear." Please raise your hand board and clap it. Lift your feet and stomp up, count down with me: ten, nine. Eight, seven, six, five. Four. Three, two, one. ”

Bang bang –

Flowers bloomed in the sky above the ring and fell one after another.

A tall, lanky middle-aged man with a golden whistle on his chest stood up on the scoring bench under the ring. He was distinctly a European, with a hawkish nose and deep eyes, and a cleanly shaved beard. But the green stubble hidden under the white skin made his face look a little blue. He summoned the two fighters to the center of the ring and gave them a few words of advice. pushed the two of them to the corner of the ring.

A bikini girl with a devil's body held the "First Round" sign in both hands, holding up the jade breasts that were about to overflow, and swaying her intoxicating long legs, like a proud peacock, pacing around the ring in a row.

The referee glanced at each of the fighters on either side of the ring with his eagle eyes, and his arms were closed to signal for the two to start fighting.

The eyebrowless master stepped forward, put his palms together in front of his chest, and bowed to Tiandupa, but Tianduba put his right hand on his chest and performed Mongolian etiquette. The two of them stood opposite each other, Tiandu Ba was as tall as a mountain, although Master Wumei was still quite burly, in comparison, he was two heads shorter, if he stood behind Tian Duba, he would be completely covered, like an adult facing a child.

That day, Duba returned the salute, his left leg supported the ground, his right leg lifted, his body shook to the left, and then his right leg supported the ground, his left leg was lifted, his body shook to the right, step by step, forcing the eyebrow to the edge of the cable, and suddenly he took an arrow step, reached out and grabbed the shoulders of the eyebrow, and swept his feet.

The browless back was already pressed against the cable, and the cable was pressed outward, and his shoulders were grabbed by him, unable to move, and he saw that the foot was about to sweep firmly on his calf, and he fell to the ground. The eyebrows were stretched out and ten fingers were clasped into claws, and his left hand grabbed the vein of Tianduba's left wrist to the right, and his right hand grabbed the vein of Tianduba's right wrist to the left, and roared loudly, Tianduba's wrists ached, and he suddenly lost his strength, and although his feet swept the eyebrows-free calves, he was also weak and weak. Wumei let go of his hand, and that day Duba's wrists were broken and hung down on his chest, his mouth was gasping, and cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead, as if he was in abnormal pain.

The dwarf winter melon exclaimed in the microphone: "Mighty Eagle Claw Skill - oh my god - the legendary Mighty Eagle Claw Skill is back in the rivers and lakes!" ”

Tianduba had no intention of fighting again, lost the prestige of the first stage, drooped his head, shrugged his shoulders, and walked out of the ring indifferently.

There was silence.

Dwarf winter melon jumped into the ring, stood side by side with the referee, and said loudly: "The legendary strong eagle claw skill is back in the rivers and lakes, Tianduba, although defeated, it is still glorious, go all the way!" ”

Someone in the audience shouted and scolded, "Fuck, what a bullshit prairie wolf, I lost 5,000 yuan with one move." Someone threw bottles and rotten eggs at the Tianduba who was sitting in the front row of the boxers. Duba was smashed that day, but it was not easy to have a seizure, knowing that these were people who bet on themselves, because they lost money, to vent their dissatisfaction. Unexpectedly, suddenly, a brick flew over and smashed under the corner of his eye, almost killing his eyeball. That day, Duba stood up and yelled at the audience behind him, because it was in Mongolian, and he couldn't hear what he was scolding, but his angry expression taught people to see it clearly.

However, the noise in the hall did not stop, and the noise became more and more fierce.

In the dark corner of the hall, one or twenty uniformed security guards walked out, drinking and ordering those who littered to be willing to gamble and lose, bet in a civilized manner, and abide by the rules of the field.

That day, Duba turned around and sat down, but the corners of his eyes were already bloody, and a large bag was bulging, blue and purple, so swollen that the upper and lower eyelids were crowded together, and even the vision was blocked.

An old doctor in a white coat walked up to him, put down a medicine box with a cross at his feet, and while half-squatting to check the injury in the corner of his eye, he put on his gloves and tapped his finger lightly in the corner of his eye to lift the lid of the medicine box. Take two cotton swabs from the inside, dip them in the potion, and press them to the top of the corner of the eye. Allow the potion from the swab to flow over the raised wound. The expression on Duba's face immediately became much more relaxed. The old doctor wiped the blood stains on Tianduba's face with the two cotton swabs, picked up a pair of tweezers from the box, sandwiched a piece of white gauze, soaked it in the potion, picked it up and washed it again on Tianduba's face, and the wound at the corner of Tianduba's eye became more and more obvious. It looks like it's two or three inches long.

The numbness in the corners of Tianduba's eyes passed, and the wound began to tear like pain. The corners of his eyes twitched. The old doctor comforted, "It's not in the way, it's just a skin injury." As soon as he bent down, he took out a pair of tweezers from the medicine box with a delicate needle in it. The eye of the needle is covered with filaments that are not easy for ordinary people to see. The old doctor moved his hands in unison. Turning over the flowers, the wound was sutured in a blink of an eye, and only a little blood was seen in the hair, and there were faint blood beads oozing out. "There may be a little bit of scarring, which doesn't affect vision." The old doctor tied a knot in the filament outside the wound, and the two tweezers were as dexterous and obedient in his hands as his fingers, "Young man, this is the price of punching. You can afford it, right? "Put the tweezers in the medicine box with your right hand and pick up a pair of scissors. He quickly cut off the excess filaments, picked up a piece of white gauze from the medicine box, applied some black plaster on it, applied it to the wound of Tianduba, and glued it firmly with four white plastic bags, and said: "It will hurt a little in a day or two, and it will be over after enduring." If you're afraid of pain, I'll give you a box of analgesics. ”

That day, Du Ba said, "Thank you! No. Next to him, an older Mongolian man asked in broken Chinese, "How much?" "While touching the money.

The old doctor wrapped the tweezers in white gauze and put them in the lattice of the medicine box, and waved his hand, "No, no, no, no." ”

The older man was embarrassed and said, "That's not good!" How bad is that! ”

The old doctor smiled: "I really don't need to, I'm a lot old, and I don't have any concept of money?" ”

One of the people sitting next to him poked his head towards the older Mongolian man and said, "This big brother," he stretched out his hand to the old doctor, "This is Dean Fan, every time he is obliged to come to us to do medical work, you don't have to give him money, just remember that there are still good people in this world." ”

The Mongolian man put his hand on his chest and said, still in his broken Chinese: "Then thank you!" Dean Fan. ”

Dean Fan said unhurriedly: "No need to say thank you, I still have to take a look at your wrist." Seeing that his two wrists were bruised and black, he said that the monk's fingernails were poisonous, and he knew that the two sides of the black fist must have their own ghosts and tricks, and it was inevitable that this situation would occur, so he only said: "You were dug by his nails, and you must be disinfected immediately." He took out a medicine bottle from the medicine box, poured out two pungent and spicy black pills and put them into Tianduba's mouth, and then used the potion to clean his blackened wound, and asked, "Can you still use force in your wrist?" ”

Tenduba struggled to raise his arms and put them on the armrests of his seat weakly, "My wrists seem to be broken." ”

Dean Fan held the ends of one of his broken wrists with both hands and shouted, "Hold back!" "With a push of both hands, the broken wrist clicked on the ground, and the other hand was also connected according to the law, and the wrist was wrapped in a plaster cast and a splint was applied. The doctor was so skillful that it took him two or three minutes to finish all of this.

That day, Duba's family was poor, did not bring enough money and food, originally wanted to win the game to make some money, but did not expect to be injured by the monk, the heart said, if you go to the hospital for osteopathic treatment, it is estimated that it will cost thousands of yuan, but the old doctor did not take a penny, and couldn't help but be grateful, in addition to saying thank you in broken Chinese in a row, he hated to kneel on the ground and kowtow to him.

Dean Fan held him on the shoulders and whispered to him, "Young man, you can't participate in this kind of competition anymore, it's not for you." With that, look him in the eye.

The honest and loyal Tianduba understood, and nodded again and again.

I heard Dean Fan's voice a little familiar, so I turned my head to look at him twice, and saw that he was about sixty years old, of medium height, wearing a peaked cap, with two long eyebrows, white skin, red lips and white teeth, wearing a gray suit, his chest was open, revealing a jacket vest that was also gray inside, and he was wearing a pair of old-fashioned leather shoes on his feet. I looked at his approachable smile and said to myself, how could his voice be so familiar, but I really couldn't remember where I had seen such an old doctor with such a good temperament. (To be continued......)