Brother Scumbag laughed and patted Yin Hong's blood-stained face.

"If you don't say it, forget it, for the sake of your respect for so many years, I'll give you a good time."

Yin Hong struggled violently, "Brother scumbag, I really didn't betray the old Bangye, I ......"

Brother Scumbag stuffed the whip in his hand into Yin Hong's mouth, sneered, and as soon as he stretched out his hand to the side, someone handed a machete over.

He swept the machete and said, "I've known you for so many years, so you can be a ghost." You think you're doing a pretty round job, but you never thought that you would dare to trouble the old man because of this little thing? Your kid is also unlucky, just came out of two thunderbolts who came to probe the bottom, and your kid followed closely behind. The old man saw at a glance that something was wrong with your kid, and he wanted to give you a chance, but you didn't cry when you didn't see the coffin, so don't blame the scumbag brother for not being affectionate. ”

After saying this, he slashed his machete and cut the rope that hung Yin Hong.

Yin Hong fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Brother Scumbag turned to me and Ma Mingliang and said, "It just so happened that you guys came back, took him out, and dealt with those two thunderbolts." Don't throw him when you're done. He has been sucking for so many years, and his bones are all over it, so it's too wasteful to throw it away, throw it in the car and pull it back to the bone factory to refine it, and he can lift a pound to get the noodles out. ”

Ma Mingliang answered and came over to catch Yin Hong.

I followed him, but instead of going up to do it, I stood next to the scumbag.

Yin Hong couldn't get up, and rolled around on the ground crying and howling.

Ma Mingliang couldn't catch him for a while, causing everyone around him to laugh.

Brother Scumbag glanced at me, "Why don't you go and help?" ”

I grinned at him, "Go, go!" ”

The scumbag brother was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I'll get him later, you two and I will go to the old Bang Ye to talk back to the tiger head." ”

Ma Mingliang stopped his hand and looked at the scumbag brother with some confusion.

Brother Scumbag didn't explain, beckoned to me and Ma Mingming, and walked out on his own.

Ma Mingliang hurriedly trotted over and followed behind Brother Scumbag with me.

This time, I walked to the back of the yard in one go.

There is only an ordinary two-story building here.

In front of the door stood four men with guns.

Seeing that Brother Scumbag brought someone over, one of them came up to say hello, and asked Brother Scumbag if he wanted to see the old Bangye, so he said: "Brother Scum, the old Bangye is burning incense and worshiping God, no one can disturb him, wait outside for a while." ”

Brother Scumbag didn't have any temper and obediently responded, so he took the two of us to stand far away, and retreated into the darkness under the wall.

I glanced up at the second floor.

The window shimmered with the red glow of candles.

There is also a faint incense line trail floating from the window.

I quietly took a few steps back, completely retracted myself into the darkness of the shadow of the courtyard wall, took advantage of the bright cover of the horse, peeled off my face and pasted it on the wall, and then slipped all the way to the back of the small building along the corner of the darkness, swam upside down against the wall to the roof, hooked the eaves with my feet, slowly stretched my body, and poked my head down from the window.

In the room, there was a thin old man with a goatee kneeling in front of an incense table, holding five pillars of incense in his hand, and kept bowing to a vague statue of a god offered on the incense table.

I reached out and put my arm in the air, put it in front of my nose and sniffed it.

The fragrance is sweet and spicy.

This is not a serious incense to worship the gods, but an incense to transmit.

I took out the insect spirit paper crane I made before, bounced off the dried insect corpse inside, pressed a flying insect on the wall and put it in, and then raised my hand and flicked it lightly, the paper crane flew up in the air, followed the trajectory of the cigarette, and flew away silently.

Looking at the old man with the goatee in the room, he didn't notice anything about it, and he kept bowing hard.

I watched quietly for a moment and confirmed something.

This old man has no amulet, and he is not a warlock.

He was able to use the trick of escaping through the mirror by means of a true warlock.

Generally speaking, this kind of technique has to be made up once at a time, and it is impossible to repeat it once without limit.

It's easy to capture him alive.

As long as he breaks the spell on his current body and doesn't give him a chance to find a spellcaster, he will never want to run away again.

I didn't bother him, I slipped down the wall, quietly returned to my place, put the skin on the wall again, and waited patiently.

After half an hour, the door of the small building opened, and an old man with a tired goatee walked out.

A group of people bowed their heads and called "Old Bangye".

I quietly nudged the scumbag.

Brother Scumbag trotted over and shouted, "Old Bangye, the Ma brothers have already disposed of the tiger head......

Ma Mingliang and I followed closely behind Brother Scum.

But before he ran closer, Lao Bangzi's face suddenly changed, and he snatched the five or six halves he was carrying from the people around him, and without saying a word, he was a shuttle to the scumbag.

Beat the scumbag brother into a sieve on the spot.

Interesting.

This old man can actually see that the scumbag brother is inappropriate.

But he was ruthless enough, he didn't even ask, and immediately shot, even if he was a cronie like Brother Scum, he was merciless.

No wonder he was able to buy and sell for Wei Bashou's side, which made Qian Shuang and Yan Jingxian afraid.

Lao Bangzi's sudden move frightened everyone around him.

His eyes were blood-red, and he pointed his gun at me and Ma Mingming.

Ma Mingliang pulled out a pistol from his back waist and fired continuously.

Lao Bangzi threw himself on the ground one by one.

Several of his subordinates beside him were hit by the seedlings and fell to the ground screaming.

It turned out that the guns did not miss.

Lao Bangzi took this opportunity to hit Ma Mingming.

Ma Mingliang was beaten to the ground, and blood was gushing.

But now that he has been controlled by me, he is not afraid of the pain, so he walked straight up to him in front of him under the shot of Lao Bangzi, and raised his gun to shoot.

Lao Bangzi landed and rolled out, but he was still shot in the shoulder.

Ma Mingliang chased after him and wanted to fight again.

Lao Bangzi threw the five or six halves in his hand towards Ma Mingming, and the man continued to roll to the side.

As he rolled, his entire body became thinner and thinner, and finally became a thin sheet, melting into the darkness like a liquid.

Of course, this is only a sight in the eyes of ordinary people.

It's a terrifying spell.

But the blind eye is the blind eye, and it can only deceive ordinary people.

In my eyes, he didn't change at all, just rolled on the ground, and finally stopped through the darkness in the corner, motionless, staring at Ma Mingming.

I controlled Ma Mingliang hesitated for a moment, and turned my head around with a puzzled face.

At this time, the old men who fell to the ground also came to their senses.

Although they were wounded, they still had the strength to fight back, and they raised their guns and struck Ma Mingming's back like a sieve.

Ma Mingliang turned around and walked over, shooting them one by one at close range.

Only two were killed, and the rest finally couldn't stand the fear anymore and fled screaming.