The underground stronghold of Yangliuzhuang has been withdrawn, and as for how many weapons they have built and how many armors they have built, Wang Chuyi does not dare to estimate the number.

Right now, all he wanted was to find the old man he had met last time in the Underground Stronghold.

Something needs to be reconfirmed.

Under the guidance of Thirteen Niang, Wang Chuyi found a new entrance to the stronghold.

It turned out to be in a beggar's nest on a busy street.

This is also a road leading to the outside of the city, but this time it does not lead to Yangliuzhuang, but to the back of the mountain farther away from Yangliuzhuang.

It's just that at this time, there are not many more strong men who have been arrested than last time.

To find such an old man who doesn't know if he still has a life to survive is only easier than looking for a needle in a haystack.

The main thing is that he doesn't seem to know the true life of this old man.

Fortunately, Wang Chuyi was lucky, and he was able to get the three Zhuang guests of Yangliuzhuang, and before he got the fourth one, he found out the whereabouts of the old man.

"You're talking about...... Is that the old crooked one?"

The guest of Yangliuzhuang, who was stared at by Wang Chuyi with a sneer, panicked.

He didn't know Wang Chuyi's identity, but when he saw that Wang Chuyi seemed to have dealt with the other three Zhuangke without much effort, he knew that he had met a ruthless character today.

It must be known that although these villagers in Yangliuzhuang are not said to be masters, they are not some ordinary characters, they are all ruthless people selected by thousands of people, otherwise they can't afford to control so much coolie work in the bitter kiln, but these three people, when they met the guy with a grimace mask in front of them, they were knocked to the ground before they could even take a look, and they had no backhand.

Now paralyzed there, I don't even know if I'm dead or alive.

"Old crooked?"

Wang Chuyi, who wore a grimace mask in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, was a little surprised.

The more I listen to this nickname, the more it resembles the nickname of a person on the road.

The frightened Zhuang Ke hurriedly explained: "The old crooked man is the nickname of the old man in our place, because he can't even do the work of burning the fire and pulling the embryo, so he was given this nickname, if you are looking for him, it is not a coincidence, he is not here at all." ”

When Wang Chu saw that this Zhuang Ke didn't seem to be telling a lie, he found out from the mouth of this Zhuang Ke that the old crooked man had wasted a large pot of molten iron because he was absent-minded when he was pulling the blank today, and was now locked up in a black prison without food and drink.

The old crooked man is already old, and he can't help the devastation of hard work every day, and he only has half a life left after coming here, and now because of such a trouble, I am afraid that he will not live long at all.

If you hold on tightly, you might even see the last one.

......

In the dilapidated village, in a small courtyard, there are more than a dozen men who are usually commanding and don't dare to say a word.

In front of him lay a corpse lifted out of the room, cut off with a quick knife, and the neatly cut head rested on the neck, because it had lost the connection, no matter what, it could not get the head facing up, so it could only be rolled diagonally to the side.

A woman dressed in a light veil was standing coldly in front of the corpse, she did not speak, but already a man was crying: "I didn't do it, I don't know anything."