Hey!

I moved my gaze from Zhang Ertu to the eyes: "I haven't said you yet, are you in a hurry?"

"It's the law field again, and it's the token again, do you really think you should be the county master?"

I was just about to walk forward, when the little Taoist priest suddenly stood up: "If you see it, take it!" Hurry up and run now!"

"Run?"

I squinted and picked at him, "You're scared silly, aren't you?"

"Look at the whining ghost down there, you ran out?"

"So—What's that going on?" He was so frightened that he couldn't make up his mind: "You don't mean to ......."

Before he finished speaking, the little Taoist priest looked at the stage, and a faint horror seeped out of his eyes.

I smiled indifferently, rushed to the stage in three or two steps, opened the curtain with one hand, and there was indeed an old man sitting in the hall.

This old man wears a flower feather on his head and a pearl around his neck.

However, the strange thing is that he is not wearing an official uniform, but a red belly pocket.

Originally, this old man was black and thin, and wearing such a bright red belly pocket was simply weird and a little funny.

This thing again?

From the moment I arrived, the red cloth fell to the ground, and then to my shoulder for no apparent reason.

Now that I look at him, I seem to understand.

"Smack!"

His imposing slam shook the wood: "Bold criminal! How dare you storm the Dharma Hall?"

"Left and right soldiers!"

"Yes!"

The county magistrate shouted out in his voice, and the guards on both sides immediately stepped forward.

"Choking Lang Lang ......"

The waist knife brushed out of the sheath, and the tips of the knives were put together like a hedgehog.

I looked back and sneered, "I've been stabbed in the neck more times in my life than I've eaten."

"You're scaring me with this?"

With one hand, I completely overturned the case in front of him, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and pulled him back fiercely.

The county magistrate stood up in three or two rounds, and even crawled up.

After kneeling for so long, my legs have long been numb, and I am not polite, sitting on the Taishi chair.

"You ......"

The old ghost pointed at me, but he couldn't speak.

"Whoosh!"

Several wind-breaking sounds sounded, and more than a dozen knives pierced my heart at the same time.

"Smack!"

I took a sharp breath, and my hips exerted force at the same time, and I immediately ejected from the stool.

At the moment of the volley, the tip of the knife landed right under me.

I lifted my leg and stepped down, the sole of my foot pressed against the tip of the knife, and with a palm of my hand, the demon immediately turned into a puff of cyan smoke.

This hand is more like a fixation technique.

The tips of the knives that came out of the way stopped in unison.

I flew up with a kick and redirected the tips of the knives.

I finally got a seat, don't chop it for me.

In their stunned eyes, I leaned back slowly on the Taishi's chair.

"Can you tell the difference between the big and the small kings now?"

The county master looked at me stunned, and solemnly lifted the top and wore a flower feather.

"You are a traitor, you are bold, I ......"

"Gotta get it, shut up."

I lowered Erlang's leg and leaned forward, "I've been keeping my hands, so don't kick my nose and face."

Looking at the guards next to me, I couldn't help but laugh: "You said you've been dead for hundreds of years, right? If you don't want to be reincarnated, what kind of score are you putting here?"

"The Qing Dynasty is dead, old man!"

The old man shook the red belly pocket on his body and shouted, "We have never hurt a single person, so why are you so struggling with each other?"

"Let's not say that you are not harmful, the first thing I will inform you now, this place is inhabited by living people, and now someone wants to build a house, you have to make land, do you know?"

The old man pointed his sword finger with one hand and pointed at the tip of my nose: "Joke! The old man's case hall has been set up here for a hundred years, how can he leave because of a word?"

"There are too many tyrants like you in the world, so the old man set this hall!"

I made him stunned for a moment, and immediately asked, "According to you, I am a bandit?"

"Humph!"

The old man shook his red belly pocket, and a cold snort erupted from his nose.

The answer doesn't need to be asked anymore.