Seeing that Ah Wen was dizzy, Shi Bufan grinned, "Don't be dizzy, the more you drink, the more energetic you are, come, do it!"

As he spoke, Shi Bufan picked up the wine jar and raised his head to drink the remaining wine from the jar.

Ah Wen was stunned.

Is this guy drinking for the first time?

What about liars!

It's a Bacchus that doesn't pour a thousand cups!

Ah Wen staggered to her feet, the crimson on her face spreading to her neck, as if she had been scalded by boiling water.

This is good, I didn't get Shi Bufan drunk, and when my wine strength came up, I was going to make a fool of myself.

She leaned against the wall and slowly collapsed on the bed, closing her eyes.

I spit and suck in my mouth, and my chest falls together.

It seems to be sleeping, but in fact, it is urging mana to sober up as soon as possible.

Shi Bufan didn't pay attention to her at all, and when he finished drinking a jar, he asked his subordinates to send in a jar of stronger wine.

Boom!

After a while, this jar of wine was also poured into Shi Bufan's stomach, and he drank it refreshingly.

His eyes were full of energy, as if he had taken some kind of panacea.

In fact, it has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol, Shi Bufan is born with no poison.

Wine is also a type of poison.

Nature does not work for him.

"It's so full!"

Shi Bufan patted his belly and burped.

He looked at the delicate figure lying on the bed panting, and a subtle smile appeared on his face.

Since entering the house, Ah Wen suddenly slapped him, and Shi Bufan was on guard.

He is not stupid, and he can see that Ah Wen has a ghost in his heart.

However, Shi Bufan couldn't guess whether this guy's purpose was related to him, so he didn't move.

It's strange that she didn't fight back, but Ah Wen fell by herself.

"The auction has begun, everyone go and see it!"

"It's started! It's finally begun!"

"I heard that there are more than 30 beautiful captives, enough for us to feast our eyes, haha!"

......

The noise coming from outside the door lifted Shi Bufan's spirits.

He immediately got up, "Miss Awen, have a good rest, farewell!"

As soon as the words fell, Shi Bufan had already flashed out of the door and walked towards Third Street.

"Bastard, don't let the old lady see you again!"

Ah Wen woke up most of the time, jumped up from the bed, scolded and slipped away from the window.

In the blink of an eye, the room was empty.

Only the strong smell of alcohol remained, lingering.

Shi Bufan came to the entrance of the street and saw that the inner door between the second and third streets had just opened.

The crowd poured in like a surging flood.

After a while, the huge Third Street was full of people.

The attraction of the captives is too great.

Most people don't have the money to buy it, but they want to feast their eyes on what the Shenmu people look like.

Therefore, the vast majority of people entering Third Street were men, from teenagers to seventy or eighty years old, all of them squeaked and barked like cats in heat.

The soldiers chased and intercepted, restrained the surging crowd, and cleared a large open space in the middle of the street, like a special execution ground.

Armed with swords, they formed a circle, fending off the crowd and maintaining order, while guarding the captives to prevent them from escaping.

Outside the crowd, there is also a group of soldiers guarding the streets in all directions, especially the entrances and exits are heavily guarded.

There are two layers inside and outside, and the defense is tight.

It was Masaaki To, who came up with this idea.

He was summoned by Blood Dong'er to take charge of the defense of this auction.

If something goes wrong, Xuedong'er will definitely ask him for blame, so he doesn't dare to be negligent at all.

At this time, Shi Bufan followed the crowd into the third street, very worried.

For the first time, he realized the importance of "money".

Without money, it is difficult to move an inch.

You can't just grab everything.

That immortal who is still a ghost, isn't it cool to find a mountain to be the king of the mountain?

"It's a native brother!"

Seeing Tu Zhengming patrolling, Shi Bufan was blessed with a heart and walked cheekily.

"Brother Shi!" Tu Zhengming recognized him and smiled politely, "I'm on a mission to entertain Brother Shi, please Haihan." ”

As he spoke, he bowed slightly.

He was already short, and he almost got under Shi Bufan's crotch when he bent over.

Shi Bufan scratched his head, "Brother Tu, I have something to ask you." ”

"Brother Shi, but it doesn't hurt to say. "Masaaki Doi is a very good talker, straight to the point.

"Lend me some money, okay?" Shi Bufan was not verbose, and expressed his embarrassment.

Tu Zhengming smiled bitterly, understanding what Shi Bufan was going to do, "Okay, but I don't have much money with me." ”

He fumbled in his arms and pulled out a stack of silver tickets with the word "blood" printed on them.

Counted.

"There are a thousand taels, Brother Shi, don't be too little. ”

Tu Zhengming didn't leave a single one, and stuffed it all to Shi Bufan.

As the eldest young master of the Ditu family, he didn't care about money.

What's more, he felt that Shi Bufan was a person who could be friended.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Shi Bufan was overjoyed, bent down and touched Tu Zhengming's head, "Brother Tu, thank you for the emergency, I will definitely pay you back in the future!"

With money, Shi Bufan relied on people and horses to squeeze through the crowd.

Come to the middle.

The auction has just begun.

Huang Gou limped over and ordered the cage to be opened and all the captives released.

There were thirty-six captives in total, one was killed by Xuedong'er, and thirty-five remained, all of them wearing thick and heavy shackles on their hands and feet, so that they could not stand up straight, and they walked with a loud noise.

The crowd is boiling!

"It's out!"

"It's so beautiful!"

The men watched and compared, blushing and fighting over which captives were the most beautiful, and even fighting.

They like to fight because they don't have the money to buy it.

Those who have money to buy it are light and light-hearted, and they have long taken a fancy to their goals and held a large number of silver tickets in their hands.

"Get on your knees!"

The soldiers dragged the captives to a wooden platform and brutally smashed their legs with sticks, causing them to fall to their knees.

The captives did not struggle, nor did they shout, they were all unusually calm, and their eyes were frighteningly cold.

They accept the fate of being captives: to die or to be tortured.

But they won't give up their hatred.

No wonder it is said that all the Shenmu clan are warriors, and their reputation is well deserved.

"Wow!"

"Haha!"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The crowd exploded.

Apparently all waiting for this moment.

Quite a few people jumped up excitedly and crowded forward frantically.

In addition to their petite stature, another distinctive feature of the Shenmu people is their white skin.

The only flaw is that there is a black spot like a fly on their backs, which is biting at their bodies.