The begging festival of the people of the world is not only lively in the capital, but also the big cities and towns outside are brightly lit.

In the middle of the night, there are still many people playing in the streets of this small town.

There is also a team of dragon lanterns, running and churning on the street, attracting people to crowd to watch.

The faucet walked through and stopped in front of a trading house.

An old man with a black and red face was surrounded by the shopkeepers and walked out, watching the dragon head hovering in front of the door, leading the dragon body to change its shape, and finally the dragon head was held up high, spewing out a ball of flames, and cheers sounded all around, and the person holding the dragon head was also seen by everyone.

"Ah, it's the little boy—" shouted a shopkeeper.

The people around also recognized and shouted, "It's the son of this family!" ”

The old man was stunned, looking at the young man holding the dragon head, as if he shook his head helplessly, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Go, give the happy money." He said.

A shopkeeper ran over with a smile and handed over the money.

The young man was also polite, dancing the dragon head to take the money, and changed his movements again, causing laughter and laughter all around.

"Is it the son of this family?"

"Childe still dances the dragon himself?"

"You know what, this is called colorful clothes and entertaining relatives."

As he spoke, the young man came to the door again with his dragon head in his hand, and spewed out a ball of fire again, and at this moment, there seemed to be a gust of wind, and the flames instantly increased, making a violent sound, and pounced on the old man's face.

The old man's face was engulfed in an instant.

Cheers turned into exclamations.

The shopkeepers rushed to extinguish the fire, the young man holding the dragon head shouted for his father to kneel and pounce, the people around him were so frightened that they retreated, and even the children cried, and the joyful atmosphere suddenly became frightened, but there were also people laughing.

This is a dark, thin man who looks like an idler.

He didn't retreat either, he looked dazzling in the chaos, and someone next to him pushed him, this was an old man with gray hair, short and fat, wearing a Taoist robe, although he didn't have a fairy wind and bones, but he was also kind and kind.

"Gone." He glared and said, squeezing out of the crowd.

The black thin man reluctantly but still turned around and followed, the old man was burned lightly, and the heart-rending cries of young people sounded behind him, and the crowd on the street was even more chaotic.

"Burned."

"It's miserable."

"It's not safe on the streets, go home."

The joyful atmosphere was replaced by tension, and the thin black man who had already walked out of the street couldn't help but laugh again.

"Black Skin Four." The stocky old man glared at him again, "What are you doing?" ”

The man who was called the black-skinned four said: "What's so beautiful about entertaining relatives in colorful clothes, it's interesting to burn relatives in colorful clothes." ”

After saying that, he laughed again.

The short and fat old man frowned: "You are really idle, wasting a fire meteor." ”

Heipi Si didn't care: "Waste is waste, I haven't had any business recently, and my hands are itching." Speaking of this, he also frowned, "Wu Laodao, what do you say, why don't you let us do business?" ”

Wu Laodao shook his sleeves: "It's not because the Zhu Sanlian brothers lost their hands." Speaking of this, he also laughed, unable to hide his schadenfreude, "The person was not killed, and the bamboo boss also lost his hands." ”

Hei Pi Si obviously heard about it, and laughed with hehe, and pouted disdainfully: "This is scared out of your guts?" Don't talk about revenge, but hide and let everyone hide, why! ”

"Yes, if we don't obey, we will never have any business to do!" Wu Laodao said, with a bit of reminiscence on his kind face, "You have forgotten how miserable our life was before, sometimes we just took over the business, and before we could do it, we were killed." ”

Hatred appeared on Hei Pisi's face, and there was a faint fear, and he spat on the ground: "Damn Momen, they are all Jianghu sects, what do you pretend to be high, but also hoe the strong and help the weak, eliminate harm for the people, his grandmother's, what a thing." ”

Wu Laodao also had a trace of hatred in his eyes, and he was relieved: "Fortunately, someone can't stand it anymore, give us a way to live, just listen to him." ”

At first, they didn't believe it, they killers, outlaws, where were they willing to listen to others, not to mention that they didn't know who this person was, and they could only see a note every time, with the reward and the person to be killed.

Follow the instructions of this note to kill people, and sure enough, they will not be chased and killed by Momen, and they can still get paid, and there are many people who do not believe in evil and try to take over the business without following the instructions, but as before, they were quickly found and eliminated by those damn Moxia.

Later, everyone stopped tempting.

It's also good to have a business, make money, and be safe.

Outlaws also want to live, and they can enjoy themselves by living.

Heipi Si likes the current life very much, and he forgot that he was almost killed by the ink disciple when he first entered the industry before he made money, but ......

"Momen is gone now, what are we afraid of?"

Although there is money to be made, it is always uncomfortable to listen to other people's words and do business, as if they are dogs in captivity.

Black Pisi couldn't help but tug at the collar to loosen his neck.

Wu Laodao smiled: "You think only you want to get it?" As soon as Momen had an accident, someone did this, and as a result, it was okay at first, but after just over a year, these people were killed one after another. ”

Really? The black-skinned four eyebrows jumped.

These killers don't believe in anyone but themselves, and rarely call friends to mingle.

"Have you heard the names of Judge Lin and Yellow Hook all these years?" Wu Laodao reminded.

Although he doesn't come and go, he knows more or less about his name, and the black skin is shocked, and it's true, there is no turning back when he becomes a killer, but there is no such thing as retreating from the rivers and lakes, and there is only one reason for disappearing, he died.

"So, don't take any chances, just be obedient." Wu Lao said, "Don't worry about having no business to do, as long as you live ......"

As he spoke, he looked at Hei Pi Si, reached out and stroked his beard, and his voice was elongated.

"....always kills ....."

Heipisi sighed: "It's just that there may be no money to collect it....... isn't it, this brother?" ”

With these words, he raised his hand and shook it back.

With a clanging sound, a spark exploded in the night behind him.

The two of them walked as they spoke, and by this moment they had left the town and walked in the wilderness.

In the wilderness shrouded in night, sparks rose and a figure shone brightly.

But the figure didn't catch fire as expected, because an iron hand reached out, blocking the incoming fire.

The fire meteor burned on the iron hand, and soon it lost its vitality like a fish out of water and fell to the ground.

"Boy, you've been with us all the way." Hei Pisi sneered, spread his hands, turned his body, and let out a strange scream, "Are you going to rob?" ”

Wu Laodao on the side took out a handful of red white dust from his Taoist robe and waved it, the cold light flashed, and the night seemed to be divided.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." He said, "On such a good day, this benefactor should do good deeds." ”

Meng Xichang gently turned his iron hand, turned his palm into a fist, and looked at the two people in front of him: "Momen Meng Xichang, eliminate harm for the world." ”