Go round and round.

Ning Shi finally set his gaze on one place.

It was a narrow and dilapidated alley, and in the middle of the alley, there was a dilapidated warehouse, and the word 'salt' was crookedly drawn on the door panel, which was uglier than a worm.

Standing outside the broken warehouse and listening, it was full of the sound of drinking and punching.

Ye Qingniao clenched the knife and was about to go in, but was directly dragged by Ning Shi, his eyes glared at the three knives fiercely, and the meaning was self-evident: "Itchy, okay, don't move the knife." ”

Soon.

There was a clanging sound of fighting from inside the broken warehouse, the fight started suddenly, ended even more suddenly, and not a single cup of tea was used, so it quieted down.

Ning Shi didn't make a move.

Too lazy to do it on a spring night.

It's all the credit of Ye Qingniao, this little girl needs to vent.

Entering the house, a chair was dragged over, Ning Shi'an sat down steadily, Ye Qingniao stepped on a drunk, but on a spring night, he fell in love with a jar of good wine next to him.

The drunk man who was trampled on his chest, and there were seven or eight people lying next to him, tall, short, fat and thin, all of them were grinning and crying out in pain.

Ning Shi looked inside, bags of private salt, neatly stacked, he didn't have time to talk nonsense tonight, and directly knocked on the handle of the chair: "Which of you is the boss here?"

Except for shouting pain, no one replied.

Ning Shi pursed his lips, didn't feel surprised, and said unhurriedly: "Righteous enough, admire, if you are not drunk, listen to it." Fang is merciful, if anyone wants to die, he can continue to be righteous and stubborn. ”

picked up a knife on the wine table and gently sharpened his nails: "I don't know if this knife is fast enough, I'll help you count three, if no one speaks, I'll be sorry." ”

No more grinding.

Ning Shi directly began to report the number.

"Three. ”

Far from diminishing, the screams of pain on the ground became louder.

"II. ”

Two people quietly opened their eyes, looked at the situation, and continued to cry out in pain.

"One. ”

Well, when the counting is over, no one speaks, these ruffians are all beaten from childhood to adulthood, who would really be afraid to count, which one of them is the master who does not shed tears when he sees the coffin.

These people are all gambling, Bao Ning Shi does not dare to make a dead hand, Bao Ning Shi is afraid, and Ning Ning is kind by nature.

And then.

They lost the bet.

A cold wind blew.

The three big men who shouted the most were still moaning like acting one moment ago, and the next moment the whole body was a heart-piercing stinging pain, wanting to shout pain, but found that there was no sound in the throat and eyes, and beads of sweat were pouring out.

Ning Shi didn't move the knife, he just stretched out his hand and sent out three sword qis, and the sword qi swam in the bodies of ordinary people, which was more refreshing than Ling Chi's execution......

Three counts, three people.

Silence is better than sound.

Fools know that these three silent men are suffering, and it is a kind of torture, and they can vaguely see something moving under their skin.

"Gu worms?"

"It's disgusting!"

The unknown is the most terrifying.

Ning Shi smiled shallowly with dimples, and was about to start counting again, but this time, before the first count started, someone on the ground spoke: "Our boss is the third snake head, and he will definitely come back in half an hour." ”

The ruffians are not dead soldiers, don't look at them fighting and killing all day long, they seem to be not afraid of life and death, but in fact, they are the ones who are most afraid of death.

Snake head three, seventeen years old, born and raised in Luoyang, his father is a gambler, and his mother is a butcher. No one disciplines him when he is young, fights and fights are almost commonplace, at the age of thirteen, he recognized a local salt dealer as a master, and went south and north, at the age of fifteen, the master was killed in a turf fight with a foreign salt lord, this kid was alone, a machete, broke into the salt lord's lair at night, and avenged the master with his own hands.

Naturally, he took over the master's business and became the boss of this area, occupying three private salt shops and more than 20 people under his hands.

Young, ruthless, and righteous, this is Ning Shi's conclusion after listening to the information.

Night.

Deeper and deeper.

The atmosphere in the private salt warehouse in the alley became more and more weird, especially the big man on the ground who was the first to speak, he said that the snake head would definitely come back in three and a half hours, and the time was coming.

The three men who were invaded by the sword qi had already fainted in pain, so no one dared to stand up, and no one dared to shout pain again.

Spring night sat at the table with Ye Qingniao and drank a little wine.

Ning Shi sat in the middle of the warehouse upright, with an indifferent expression and a smile, this smile, like a hungry wolf, looked like a seeping person.

Sunshine or ruthlessness, it is a state of mind, in the face of the ruffians and hooligans hiding at the bottom of society, it is necessary to use the way of hooligans, they believe in the law of the jungle, they believe in fists, they are afraid of death.

Very realistic.

Very simple.

It's straightforward.

Time, in a snap of his fingers, when there was a sound of footsteps in the alley, Ning Shi obviously felt that the big men lying on the ground were all relieved, they were really afraid that the snake head three would not come back, which would most likely anger Ning Shi.

When he was about to push open the door, the snake head three suddenly pulled out a machete from his waist, as if he was nervous, but it was this nervousness that saved him countless times, including today.

All of a sudden, the muscles of the snake's three bodies tensed.

Then he noticed something unusual.

On weekdays, when you walk here, you can definitely hear the sound of drinking and fistfighting, but now it's too quiet, and the silence is a little scary.

"Outsiders have been here!"

"No smell of blood, no dead people. ”

"Could it be the head catcher of Dali Temple? Shouldn't it! On a day like the festival, there are still people who are worried about our broken shop? Are they preparing to collect the benefits of the coming year? Eating is too ugly!"

These are the instinctive reactions of the three snakeheads, and the sale of illicit salt itself is a shady business, and all roads must be dealt with well, not by fists alone.

You can't go, your life is in this shop, and you can't run the monk to the temple.

With his hands behind his back and hiding the knife behind him, just in case, the snake head three quietly opened the door of the warehouse. At first glance, I saw the big man lying on the ground, all of them were his little brothers, and one of them was put down, and then I saw Ning Shi sitting in the middle, a very young boy.

Adjust your breathing.

The snake head three didn't make an immediate move, the knife was still behind his back, he was a little unsure of what role Ning Shi was, but it was certain that it would definitely not be an ordinary person.

Ning Shi didn't get up, and asked very calmly, "Are you the third snake head?"

No reply was received.

The head of the snake pointed at Ning Shi with three fingers, then pointed at the men who fainted on the ground, and finally pointed to his warehouse: "Who are you? Why are you so ruthless? What are you doing here?"

Ning Shi smiled, and then said, "Ask you something, do you know about Changle Inn?"