Seeing that the madman Chu didn't say a word, he said: "These and thieves are boasting one by one, but they are actually some brazen scumbags....."

Before he finished speaking, the madman Chu stretched out his hand to lift him up, and said coldly: "Shameless wretch, then you are the first to escape? You escaped from the battle, greedy for life and afraid of death, what crime should you be guilty of?"

Tong Bude's feet off the ground, like a mouse seeing the old cat, trembling like a sifting chaff, trembling: "The general spares his life, villain... Villain..."He knew that Chu Maniac was born in the army, and he hated the act of escaping from the battle, and if he didn't answer well, he would die. Anxious Zhisheng, he said: "The villain is a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, I wanted to lure the ghost away, but I don't know that the ghost is worried and the general spares his life!"

The thousand-faced fox smiled: "Elder Tong, your mouth is really amazing, and the black one can also tell you that it is white." He walked up to the madman of Chu and said, "General Chu, dealing with the people in the Xuantan Song family will inevitably be laughed at, so let's talk about it after we go back." ”

The Chu madman snorted and threw Tong Buying out of the way. Tong Bubao landed on his back and fell painfully, he got up and rubbed his waist, and suddenly saw a group of disciples walking with several people, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

One of the disciples said, "Elder Qiyu Tong, these are the enemies who ran slowly just now, and we have caught them, so we have come to ask the two Venerables to send them down. ”

Tong Bubao was angry and had nowhere to go, and shouted: "These straight thieves don't cry when they don't see the coffin, Lao Tzu will kill a Liwei first!"

Since these people were arrested, of course their strength was not good, and before the fat man could speak, he was splashed by Tong Buying's brain.

The rest of the people exclaimed in surprise, trembling, and three of them fell to the ground with weak legs.

The thousand-faced fox looked around, saw that Mao Shoucheng was also among them, and said with a smile: "Old man Mao, we still meet in the end." ”

Mao Shoucheng had already lost his soul, knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Madame spares your life, Madame spares your life..."

Tong Bu said: "Lao Maozi, you are the richest man in Qianzhou, and you should be surrounded by masters, how can you still fall into our hands?"

Mao Shoucheng complained bitterly in his heart. First, he is extremely stingy, and when he hires bodyguards, he is also careful in his calculations, and he can't wait to find a heavenly master who doesn't want to work in vain, so that the strength of his bodyguards is naturally not good; second, he just offended two bodyguards on the tower, and no one to protect him, so he will be caught, and then his intestines are repentant, but he only promises.

Tong Bu smiled and said: "Lao Maozi, you have money, lend Lao Tzu tens of thousands of taels of silver flowers, and Lao Tzu won't kill you, how about it?"

Mao Shoucheng hurriedly said: "Master Mingjian, when the little old man attended the banquet, he didn't bring much silver, tens of thousands of taels of silver can't be taken out, but ten taels of silver can be lent to the master." ”

Tong Bu sneered and scolded: "Let go of your stinky fart, you are a rich man worth tens of millions, and you only have ten taels of silver on you when you go out? As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and searched Mao Shoucheng inside and out, and there were really only a few pieces of scattered silver, which added up to only seven or eight taels.

Tong Bubao stretched out his hand and pressed Mao Shoucheng's head, and said with a cruel smile: "Lao Maozi, if you don't take out the money, Lao Tzu's five fingers will be forced, what do you say?"

Of course, Mao Shoucheng knew that his five fingers could penetrate his braincase, and he was busy begging for mercy: "The master searched just now, and the little old man really only has these few taels of silver on him, even if he sells the old man, there is no 10,000 taels of silver." ”

The thousand-faced fox suddenly said: "Elder Tong, you threaten him with the lives of his two concubines, look at him if he says it." ”

Tong Bu deceived his hands and claws to leave Mao Shoucheng's head, and said, "Madame, Gao Jian." mentioned a concubine beside him, squinted at Mao Shoucheng, and said, "If you don't say it, this delicate chick will die!"

The little concubine kicked her legs wildly, struggling and screaming, but she was a weak woman, how could she escape the control of the Bloodthirsty Sect Elders?

Mao Shoucheng hesitated slightly, then knocked his head on the ground and said, "If the master wants to kill, he will kill, the little old man really has no money, otherwise he would have taken it out a long time ago." ”

Tong Bu turned his head and said, "Madam, this method doesn't work." ”

The thousand-faced fox smiled slightly, walked up to the little concubine, and said with a smile: "Where is the money hidden on Lao Er's body, you should know, right? ”

The concubine glanced at Mao Shoucheng and hesitated.

The thousand-faced fox said softly: "If he has money on him, he would rather watch you die than take money to save you just now, what are you going to do with him?"

The concubine nodded and said in a low voice: "His hat has a mezzanine, and the silver tickets are all inside." ”

Mao Shoucheng was furious when he heard this, pointed at the little concubine and scolded: "Thief slut, dare to turn his elbow outward, and conspire with outsiders to steal the old man's money, you wait, the old man will pick your skin and pull your tendons!"

The concubine said angrily: "You old immortal is not a dime, and you refuse to pay for it when you see me being killed, why should I protect you?"

Tong Bubao put down the concubine, stretched out his hand, and took off Mao Shoucheng's hat. Mao Shoucheng was shocked, stepped forward and grabbed Tong Bubuli's legs, and shouted: "Master, this is not good, this is not good...."

Tong Bubao kicked him away, tore open the inside of the hat, and sure enough, a few paper corners were exposed, and when he pulled it out, he saw that it was a few silver tickets with a denomination of "one hundred taels".

Tong Bu bullied the silver ticket, and smiled at Mao Shoucheng: "Old Maozi, you said that you have no money, what is this? Grandma's, she is really stingy, and it is only six hundred taels of silver." ”

Mao Shoucheng's face was like ashes, as if the three souls had gone to the two souls, and the seven souls had lost six souls. He spends his own money like dirt, but he is stingy with his wife and concubines and subordinates, and when he does business with others, he only takes advantage of it and does not suffer losses, he has lived for nearly eighty years, and he has not lost such a large amount of six hundred taels of silver, the more he thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, and suddenly his chest is stuffed, and a mouthful of blood spurts out of "wow".

The Bloodthirsty Sect members watched him turn pale and fall to the ground, and one of them reached out to probe his breath, and there was no trace of heat. He was so angry that he was old and frail, and he returned to the West with his life.

It was the first time that everyone had seen such a strange way of death, a top rich man with a fortune of tens of millions of dollars died for six hundred taels of silver, which was funny and surprising, if he said it, how many people would believe it?

The thousand-faced fox took the silver ticket from Tong Buying's hand, transported the nether fire, Ziyan burned the silver ticket, threw it on Mao Shoucheng's corpse, and sighed: "Old ghost, take your silver ticket on the road." ”

Nether fire is extremely hot, it will not be extinguished when exposed to water, and as long as there is fuel, it will burn. After a while, the silver ticket, along with the clothes and corpse, turned into a pile of ashes.