looked at the two who kept begging for mercy.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't ask again, thinking back to the conversation with the group of flower shooters.

He was very angry just now, so he didn't talk much nonsense, and went straight to the bucket.

But from the few words, he heard that there was a flower shooter who seemed to say that they were members of the Cao Gang.

Cao Bang ......

Zhang Zhiwei thought about it for a while, he still had an impression of the Cao Gang, this impression was not that the reputation of the Cao Gang was so great that it had spread to Longhu Mountain, but that he knew it before he crossed over.

Speaking of the Cao Gang, many people don't know, but its other name is known to everyone, that is, the Qing Gang, also known as the Qing Gang and the Anqing Gang.

Earlier, it was a guild secret society among the sailors of the Qing Dynasty, and the original purpose of the association was to defend their own interests and fight against the government.

It was founded in the fifth to seventh years of Yongzheng (1727-1729), and all the disciples used to take Cao Yun as their business, so they were called the Grain Boat Gang. In the north and south of the river, there are many people who join the gang.

Legend first originated from the folk religion of the Ming Dynasty Luojiao, which was originally distributed in Beizhi, Shandong and other places, and later developed along the canal to the north and south of the river.

During the Republic of China, the Cao Gang developed rapidly and its power was unprecedentedly strong, like some very famous people in later generations, Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin were all members of the Cao Gang.

This kind of gangster organization, the greater the power, the more bloated it is, and the worse it is inside, it is not excluded that there are some righteous people in it, but most of them are villains who have done all the bad things.

Because, they almost controlled the blackest industry in the dark period of the Republic of China.

Like collusion with warlords and politicians, collecting protection money, opening casino brothels, drug trafficking, kidnapping tickets for extortion, sitting on the ground to share the spoils, human trafficking...... It's almost everything.

This kind of business in front of you can be regarded as human trafficking, right?

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while, looked at the two who were trembling with fright by him, and said in a deep voice: "Drive well!" ”

With that, he slammed the door of the locomotive shut and came back to the coal car.

Look at the children huddled in the corner.

These children seem to have been drugged and lost their minds, and they didn't react to the big fight just now, and they were still stupidly huddled in the corner.

Zhang Zhiwei was planning to go over and check it out.

Suddenly.

"Jingle Bell ......"

A shrill bell rang.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Zhiwei noticed that the bell in his hand was rolled into the corner by the leader of the flower shooter who had been beaten into a sieve with coal blocks before, and the harsh sound was made when the bell rolled.

"What's that?"

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand to grab it, Qi swallowed it from his palm, and took the bell into his hand to check it in the air.

The bronze bell was not big, it was the size of a fist, and it was painted with the face of a hideous and grotesque child, and there was a chilling feeling.

"It's not clear what it does, but it's ...... It's an extremely yin artifact! ”

The reason why it is extremely yin is because Zhang Zhiwei saw that the copper bell contained a dark and evil aura.

This breath formed a blurry face that twisted and struggled, and this face seemed to want to rush out, but it was bound by the copper bell and could not get out.

"It's ......"

Zhang Zhiwei was about to take a closer look, when suddenly a feeling pierced his back, something was staring at him, and it was full of malice.

"Oh, wow!"

Suddenly, a shrill and treacherous voice sounded.

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head.

I saw that the black jar that was originally standing in the corner was covered with weird yellow charms, and it rolled to the middle with a "gurgling".

A human head slowly poked out of the jar in front of it.

The head is wearing a black melon skin hat, the round face seems to be brushed with a layer of white paint, the cheeks are bright red, the mouth is small and the eyes are big, and there is no half of popularity.

What it looks like...... The appearance of a martyred paper figure is alive, and the scene is a bit infiltrating.

"Oh, hee-hee-hee......"

The human head sticking out of the jar showed a grim smile at Zhang Zhiwei.

The weird laughter made Zhang Zhiwei feel a sense of disgust in his heart, either fear or simple disgust.

This laughter...... gives him an extreme viciousness, with a hint of innocent ambivalence.

Zhang Zhiwei hated this paradoxical thing, and decided to overtake it on the spot, physically.

"Hee-hee-hee!"

The human head laughed and stretched out his hands and feet from the jar like a turtle.

Strangely, there were no holes in the jar for the hands and feet to stick out.

But when it stretched out its legs, the surface of the jar was covered with ripples, and then its hands and feet came out of thin air.

After drilling his hands and feet, the man of the altar reached out and took out a piece of white paper from the mouth of the altar, took the paper in one hand, and made scissors in the other hand, cutting the white paper into the shape of a big knife.

Then he blew on the paper knife, the paper knife quickly filled and hardened, and the blade body was still flowing with cold light, as if it was the same as a real knife.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

The altar man glanced at the corpse of the leader of the flower son, smiled darkly, and slashed at Zhang Zhiwei's head with a paper knife.

The paper knife is powerful and heavy, and it is no different from the real thing.

"Huhuhu......"

The air was rattling, the wind was blowing, and a stench of rotting corpses emanated from the jar.

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his fingers, and a flash of lightning flew out and hit the paper knife of the jar man.

When the two collided, the paper knife instantly cracked inch by inch and turned into powder.

Then, the electric light castrated unabated, and with a "boom", a large hole was split on the altar.

The body of the altar was broken, wisps of fishy black blood dripped down from the mouth, and the people in the altar rolled on the ground in pain, and their mouths let out a shrill and piercing scream.

"Like the tortoise, is the body and the body fused together?"

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his fingers, and another electric light shot out, pointing directly at the eyebrows of the altar man.

Sensing the danger, the man of the altar was like a tortoise, and he collected his limbs and head into the altar and dodged the blow.

The man in the jar seemed to have a little wisdom, and he suffered a loss as soon as he came into contact with Zhang Zhiwei, and he was cowardly on the spot, not daring to rise again, controlling the jar to spin around like a wheel, wanting to escape.

The direction in which it fled was the direction of the third-class carriage.

"Running to a crowded place?! I'd like to see, what are you? ”

Zhang Zhiwei jumped and came to the front of the altar man, and he was not worried about being bitten by the golden light, so he reached directly into the jar, grabbed the neck of the altar man, and pulled out its head.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

Choked by the throat, the jar man screamed and struggled, but to no avail, Zhang Zhiwei pinched its neck and knocked it to the ground.

"Bang!"

The back of the jar man's head hit the ground, Venus in front of him, his eyes protruding, and he spit out a small half of his tongue, giggling and roaring.

Zhang Zhiwei pressed it with one hand, and tore off the yellow talisman that was pasted all over the altar with the other hand, and then pointed into a sword, turning into a form with Qi, and the golden light formed a sharp sword at the fingertips, raising the sword, and cutting down from the mouth of the altar.

He wanted to know what was inside the jar.