The horse bandits killed Han Shizhong, who claimed to be the county magistrate, and said that he was the real county magistrate.

At this moment, even abstract people like Zhou Li, who usually like to pump the CPU as a gyroscope, are stunned.

Isn't it, huh?

Yes?

Zhou Li was stunned, and so did the others. Zhuge Qing frowned, a little dazed in his thoughts. And the bangs have been completely covered, with a second cake in his hand and six cakes under his feet, motionless.

As for Xu Xuan and Tang Guan...

These two things didn't even understand the initial situation, and if they didn't think about it, they wouldn't have doubts.

"This little brother, don't panic."

Putting down the long knife in his hand, the man with a thick beard and small eyes but very shrewd spread his hand, indicating that he had no weapon in his hand. He looked at Zhou Li and said with a smile: "In Xia'anshan County Magistrate Han Shizhong, there is an official position in the body, don't panic, little brother." ”

This Han Shizhong is not at all like the "safe county magistrate" in the mouth of the official, but more like a horse bandit who became an official, and his gangster spirit is extremely debauched. He looked at Zhou Li, spread his hands, and signaled that he had nothing in his hands and no ability to threaten Zhou Li.

"So, you're the county magistrate?"

Zhou Li asked.

"That's right, in Xia Han Shizhong, generations of loyalty."

Thumbs tapped the bronze medal pinned to his chest, Han Shizhong took out a paper roll and stuffed it into his mouth, Jiao Erlang hit it casually, and a spark ignited the paper roll. Looking at this scene, Zhou Li was stunned.

That's right, it's a cigarette.

"Something from Yunnan."

As if noticing Zhou Li's gaze, Han Shizhong raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "It's very refreshing to wrap a puff of cigarettes, come to one when you're stressed, little brother try it?" ”

"Forget it, I'm a reformist and only smoke e-cigarettes."

Zhou Li waved his hand and rejected Han Shizhong.

"Buddy over there, let go of my brother."

Looking at the bangs pillar on the mountain, Han Shizhong shouted loudly: "It won't look good if the misunderstanding continues like this, let's go down and chat, isn't it better to open the misunderstanding than anything?" ”

Liu Haizhu couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest at this time, so he could only look at Zhou Li and Zhuge Qing as if asking for help.

Zhuge Qing also sighed lightly, she also came back to her senses at this time, and secretly pinched her fingers to get an idea. She nodded silently, and Liu Haizhu suddenly understood, and released the two and six cakes in her hands and feet. The two cakes glanced at the bangs in annoyance, but the six cakes were unmoved, just bowed respectfully and left.

Soon, Han Shizhong and his nine mahjong horse bandits gathered together. Han Shizhong glanced at the corpses on the ground and said, "Sixth son, let's see if it's those crazy people." ”

The man known as Rokuko took off the mahjong mask on his face, leaned over, stretched out his hand, and rubbed it on the head that had fallen to the ground, and after a few moments, he seemed to grasp the thread, and with a strong tear, the skin on the skull was removed.

Under the gaze of Zhou Li and others, a Maitreya Buddha-like face appeared on the severed head, with a weird smile, which made people panic.

"Dad, that's right, it's those crazy people."

The young man known as the Sixth Son turned his head, nodded, and said firmly: "The madmen of the Paint Skin Sect, only they can paint the skin with this hand."

Fuck you, I want to run away.

Zhou Li sighed in his heart, he knew that the fate of the groove would not let him go easily.

The Painted Skin Cult, a magical and niche sect. It is said that he is magical because the Painted Skin Sect believes in the [Faceless Monarch], an ancient god who doesn't even know who the other party is, what he looks like, and what abilities he has. And he is said to be niche because the favorite thing of the Painting Skin Sect is to find death.

That's right, look for death.

Or rather, have fun.

Zhou Li also has fun, but the premise of his fun is to have fun on the premise of ensuring safety, and entertain the public to be happy. But the Painting Skin Sect is different, their fun is very unique, and it is generally their own.

Let's put it another way.

Sit and forget.

Damn, it's all a conspiracy to sit back and forget.

If it weren't for the fact that this world was relatively stable, and there was no madman shouting on the street, "It's all fake, it's all fake", Zhou Li would definitely suspect that he had crossed the wrong place, and now he should be a poor person bound by a mental hospital suit. But fortunately, this group of painting skin sects is not as crazy as sitting and forgetting the way, or in other words, the painting skin sect does not have the ability to implant false modification of reality like sitting and forgetting the way.

But it's also very fucking abstract, okay.

Zhou Li took a deep breath and spit it out slowly, then pulled Tang Guan, who was watching the excitement, and said to Han Shizhong in front of him: "Lord Han, the villain is just a group of innocent passers-by, you are busy with you, I will go to find a snow leopard in the snow mountain to smoke an e-cigarette, I won't bother." ”

Zhou Li didn't want to get involved in the abstract things like the Painting Skin Sect, he just wanted to get out of here and not waste time.

"Little brother, don't worry."

Holding a cigarette and squinting his eyes, Han Shizhong spoke: "Your surname is Zhou?" ”

"My surname is Don."

Zhou Li said calmly: "You can call me Tang Guan." ”

"Zhou Gongzi, don't make such jokes."

Waving his hand, Han Shizhong said with a smile: "This Anshan is also the Northern Ring City. ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhou Li suddenly became helpless. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yes, my surname is Zhou, and my single name is a separate word." ”

"Hahahahaha

That Han Shizhong smiled heartily, he looked at Zhuge Qing beside Zhou Li, and said, "This is the Zhuge Dao Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain?" ”

"It's the trail."

Zhuge Qing said calmly.

"Looks like I met it today."

With a thigh pat, Han Shizhong looked at the sixth son beside him and laughed: "Little sixth son, kowtow to your Uncle Zhuge . ”

"Uncle Shi?"

Zhuge Qing was stunned, and Liu Haizhu, who had just come down from the mountain, was also stunned.

"Xiao Liuzi is my godson, I plan to spend a few days, and when Anshan is too peaceful, let him go to Longhu Mountain to cultivate his body and cultivate his temperament."

Han Shizhong patted Liuzi's shoulder vigorously and said to Zhuge Qing: "A few days ago, an immortal master from your Dragon and Tiger Mountain came to Anshan to do an errand, and when he met this kid, he said that this kid had an immortal fate and was ready to accept him as an apprentice. But the immortal master seemed to have encountered something and left in a hurry, giving me time to send Xiao Liuzi to Longhu Mountain. It's a coincidence, and I've seen the main one. ”

"Immortal Master?"

Zhuge Qing was stunned for a moment, there were only a few people in Longhu Mountain who were qualified to be called immortal masters, but they rarely left on weekdays.

"Yes, I still remember that the immortal master seems to be called... It seems to be..."

"Liu Mad, yes, Liu Mad." (End of chapter)