Lao Chen must have been terminally ill and desperate, and finally chose some kind of evil ritual.

After all, we can't underestimate the human desire to survive, and when we really go to a dead end, we can do anything to survive.

"What do you think of?" Fax to keep up.

"Nothing." Ren Yi shook his head, "He's dead, and there is no proof of death." ”

"Since he refused to tell the truth before he died, it is useless for us to think about it. It's over, and it's none of the business with me. ”

Ren Yi walked towards his car.

"The commission is not going to divide my points?" Fax Channel.

"Thank you so much this time," Ren Yi slapped another small bag on the fax hand, "What's next?" If you have money, don't go around 'making friends'. Your method is not virtuous, and sooner or later you will be beaten. ”

Fax put the money into the placket of the monk's robe, "If a monk doesn't turn into a monk, can he still be called a monk?" ”

Ren Yi didn't bother to argue with him, and started the car.

There was a creak and the right co-pilot's door opened, and the fax climbed up and said, "Give me a ride, or I'll go to your place." ”

“…… I'm really convinced that you're a slacker. ”

Ren Yi's truck drove on the road, and the barren mountains on both sides quickly retreated.

On the way back, there was no He Ning who couldn't stand the bumps, and the journey was very smooth. Most of the distance was covered in almost two hours.

Ren Yi looked at the rolling cyan hills that gradually appeared in the windshield, and if he walked further, he would arrive at Wangyun Village.

He Ou turned his head and glanced at the fax monk who was sleeping, what should this guy do?

"There's a rest spot ahead," Ren Yi slowed down and pointed to the flickering lights outside the window, "It's not too early, let's have lunch first." ”

Ren Yi glanced at the six rounds of red sun swaying in the sky, it was really lunch time, no wonder he felt a little hungry.

Fax immediately woke up from the dream, "The poor monk is waiting for you." ”

Ren Yi had a bad premonition, "You don't plan to pay for it?" ”

"Nonsense," faxed him, "what kind of monk is a monk who spends money on?" ”

"Okay, I'll please, I'll please." The blue van swerved and swerved toward a red mud fork beside the cracked asphalt road.

Anyway, a bowl of somen noodles won't cost a few dollars, so it's best to dump him here.

As the car drove up a small slope, a platform made of concrete appeared in front of the window. The perimeter was tied with thorns and iron fences, barely enclosing a parking lot, empty, and there was not a single car.

There were two broken parasols in the middle of the platform, which had long since faded, and one side had even been blown over by the wind, revealing the wire skeleton inside. The poles of the parasol were pressed against two large stones, and it was early spring, and the parasol creaked in the steep mountain wind.

A small, smoky restaurant towers at the end of the platform, and the owner is smoking a cigarette in boredom.

Ren Yi silently moved the table under the parasol out, for fear that a gust of wind would blow down and hit him.

"Boss?" Ren Yi sat down, looked at the faded sign hanging on the umbrella and shouted, "Two bowls of noodles, one bowl of vegetarian and one bowl of meat!" ”

"Come now!"

The sound of tinkling stir-fry was immediately heard in the small shed made of iron sheets, and black oil smoke rose along the roof of the house that was so smoked that it was impossible to see the color.

"Brother Ren is a vegetarian?" Fax said with a blank expression.

“…… Didn't I ask you for that? ”

Fax folded his hands and saluted, "I see, Brother Ren is really understanding, and the poor monk is grateful." ”

"Here, two bowls of noodles!"

The boss shouted, and put two steaming large porcelain bowls on the table of the two.

"Thank you, Brother Ren. But now, after all, it is the era of Advent, and the conditions are difficult. What to eat, the poor monk does not choose. ”

Fax looked moved, and after speaking, he took away the bowl of meat slices floating on the water.

"Damn!" Ren Yi looked at the remaining bowl of somen noodles, and his eyes were about to pop out.

“…… Boss, add two more slices of meat. ”

"Don't look at the store, it tastes good," Ren Yi just took two bites, fax had already started to drink the soup, he put down the big bowl with only green onions left, and smacked his lips regretfully, "At this time, it would be nice to have some wine." ”

With that, he reached out and groped in the gray monk's robe, and after a while he pulled out a bottle of vodka, unscrewed it and drank it.

Ren Yi was breathtaking.

He vaguely remembered what Lao Yu said about the monk who loved to drink vodka...... It can't be him, right?

"Is this the right thing for you?" Ren Yi pointed.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." Fax waved his hand, and then stared at the two slices of meat that had just been added to Ren Yi's bowl extremely seriously, "Brother Ren, do you still use this?" ”

After that, he took a relatively large slice from the plate.

Ren Yi silently finished the soup and somen noodles, "...... Even if it's for money, I'll have to get rid of him quickly. ”

"It's been a long time since I've eaten so full." Fax to the satisfaction of the heart.

"Aren't you destined for each day?"

"That's different," Fax shook his head, "There is an essential difference between passive and active requests. ”

I'm also passive, okay......

"You are obviously a foreigner, why do you want to be a monk?"

"Needless to say," said the fax with a straight face, "it is necessary to adapt to the situation, because the priest is not easy to do." ”

…… What an opportunist.

Ren Yi inexplicably let down his guard against faxes. There are countless people who have been hidden in history, and they have even gained their rightful status as righteous gods.

Before figuring out friend or foe, Ren Yi instinctively was wary of all those who had strong beliefs.

But this old fellow obviously didn't believe anything, and he was pure and rudder......

"Shopkeeper, it's not good!"

Just when Ren Yi's mood was just improving, Lao Yu's anxious voice suddenly sounded in the "round sky".

"What's wrong?" Ren Yi frowned.

"Today, a group of people came to the village, all with guys in their hands, and there were a hundred of them!"

"They said that they opened up the salt tea ceremony, and to do business on this road, you have to get their consent, and they have to take 30% of each trip."

"If you don't agree, don't do business......"

Lao Yu trembled.

"Lao Wu took people to the neighborhood to deliver goods, and there are not many men left in the village now. What can I do? ”

Hiss...... Ren Yi gasped, someone came to find fault so soon.

Ren Yi's vision flickered, and he immediately switched to Lao Yu's perspective through empathy.

More than 20 converted scrapped jeeps were parked in the clearing, each with a vehicle-mounted machine gun on it, and a group of colorfully dressed thugs surrounded the whole open space, all carrying machine guns and bullet chains, and the swords were rattling.

Ren Yi's gaze swept to the side with Lao Yu, and the green tendons on his head immediately burst out.

The wooden building, which had taken a long time to repair, had been demolished again, and the skeleton of the staircase with green trees was scattered to the ground, and several young men in leather boots were crackling and stepping on it, and the fragments of the wooden building made a thrilling crisp sound.

"Woo woo ......" Sister Liu shrank and hid to the side and cried, her eyes full of fear and reluctance.

"Why are you! Ahem, this is Lao Tzu's home, none of you can-" The erratic old Liu snorted and panted, his eyes flushed.

Syllable!

A crisp slap fell on Lao Liu's face, and he immediately fell to the ground, his mouth was wide open, his heart spasmed, and he couldn't breathe.

"Don't, don't! We were wrong......" Sister Liu immediately crawled over, dragged Lao Liu back, and whimpered to give him the breath that ran down his chest.

The thug who beat the man gave him an indifferent look and spat on the handrail of the brand-new, woody staircase.

"See? This is what happens to us when we offend! ”

"As long as we pay the protection fee well, we are all a family."

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind the crowd, and everyone immediately parted respectfully like a tide.

A man in a tiger-striped fur trench coat walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, condescendingly looking down at the shivering people of Wangyunzhai.

"Master Qiu." The people on both sides said respectfully, and immediately moved a stool from the smashed wooden building.

Qiu Ye sat up leisurely, slowly finished the cigarette in his hand, and waved his hand.

A figure tied up by five flowers was immediately pushed out.

Ren Yi was taken aback, he was a young younger brother under Wu Sihai, but he looked like sixteen or seventeen, called Wang Yunteng.

"You have a gun? Threaten whom? Qiu Ye said disdainfully, "Who dares to do business in the wilderness these days, who doesn't have two guns in their hands." ”

Wang Yunteng was gagged, staring at him with blood-red eyes, and struggling desperately like a beast trapped under the hands of four people.

Bang!

Qiu Ye crossed Erlang's legs, and a man with a shaved head came out behind him, raising his right hand indifferently.

Wang Yunteng's kneeling figure shook, and there was a bright red blood hole in the middle of his forehead.

"Uh......" His eyes glazed over, and he fell straight forward.

"Ahh The onlookers screamed, cowered and ducked, and were immediately pushed into the middle of the square by the thugs standing behind them like a wall.

"Who else was not convinced just now?"

Qiu Ye roared, and another thin figure was pushed out again.

It's actually Yu Xi!

"Don't!" Sister-in-law Yu immediately screamed and pounced.

"Be honest." Six or seven feet landed on Sister-in-law Yu's knee, and she was kicked to the ground again, her hands pressed against her back, her face rubbed on the ground and blood flowed out, and she cried and whimpered.

"Dao Chief, help......" Lao Yu said tremblingly.

"Promise him!" Ren Yi shouted angrily.

"Just give him how much he wants."

Taking a deep breath, his eyes gradually turned cold and said, "I'll take care of the rest." ”