Lao Ye recognized that the fair-skinned handsome young man was the 'smiling man' Murong Sheng, Lao Ye lowered his head to look at my face, I just couldn't see it, and I drank by myself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, after Murong Sheng arrived in this lonely town, his eyes seemed to grow to the top of his head, and he didn't look at anyone at all, so they quickly asked for a large table of wine and food, and began to eat and drink.

I thought that wine and food could stuff their wine, but if they had such thoughts, it would be a big mistake, who had ever seen four women who could not be "three or eight" when they were together? Although they were not women, they were no less capable of chattering than any group of women.

Especially after Murong Sheng drank a few glasses of wine, he looked even more energetic, laughed loudly, and said, "Second Zhao, do you remember the day when we were hunting at the Imperial Border and met the 'Four Ghosts of Luohu'?"

I only heard that the other person immediately laughed and said: "How can you not remember, that day, the 'Luohu Four Ghosts' dared to come to the idea of the sika deer we called, the four of them showed off their might, and they couldn't be the same, and what did they say, 'As long as you Murong Sheng obediently call us uncle, our brothers will let you go immediately, otherwise not only will you have to leave your prey, but also leave each of you with one hand, one foot, and half a head." ”

The third person smiled and said, "Who knew that before they finished speaking, Brother Murong's sword had already pierced the throats of three of them, and the remaining one was so frightened that he jumped into the rough river, truly becoming a drowned water ghost." ”

Listen to another person: "It's not that I'm flattering and bragging, if it's about boxing, except for Taijiquan, no one in the world can take the hard blow of our young master Eight Desolation God Fist, but if it's about swordsmanship, I'm afraid that no one can compare to our big brother Murong now." ”

The third person pretended to be serious and said, "What about the golden boy, what about Xie Ruilin with a sword piercing his heart?"

Another person laughed and said, "A sword pierces the heart? I think it's almost the same as a sugar gourd." Last time, that kid was nosy, if it wasn't for Old Man Huang's face, I would have stabbed him, a southerner who spoke bird language, to death with a sword. ”

I couldn't laugh or cry, I was tired of hearing about it, and the best way to deal with this kind of villain who only took advantage of his tongue was to be silent.

Lao Ye was angry, hearing others slander me, it was more annoying than stabbing himself, if I hadn't spoken first, with his fiery temper, I was afraid that I would have to give people "fruit" to eat.

Murong Sheng was old-fashioned, and reluctantly accepted this compliment, laughed heartily, and raised his glass to drink.

Suddenly, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air, for a melodious and melodious sound of a flute had come through the door, full of happiness and resentment, and everyone present wished that it had not been heard, except for the two of us. Especially the group of big men who drank with their clothes open, but at this moment, they suddenly seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water, and the hair on their chests stood up, like a hedgehog in their arms!

This is a terrible flute, known as "Yan Luo Suo, the magic flute takes the soul", there is only one place in the rivers and lakes where people can blow this flute, if the person who hears this flute does not stay away from this flute, then he must leave a finger as a price, otherwise he will not be far from death.

Murong Sheng's palm waved, and the sound of rapid running sounded, I secretly glanced at it, and eight black-clothed people in strong clothes flashed out of the back door, and the black-clothed people stood neatly in front of Murong Sheng, like a team of well-trained soldiers, waiting for the leader's order.

As soon as his hand was raised, the man in black pulled out the big knife on his waist at the same time, and rushed to the door with the sound of the flute. The sound of the whistle at the door has not stopped, and the melodious melodious sound is mixed with a creepy feeling.

The eight men had already rushed out.

Lao Ye said: "Broken Finger Mountain, Netherworld Cave Master Magic Flute Fan Yu?"

I said, "I don't think so, do you know why Broken Finger Mountain is called Broken Finger Mountain?"

Broken Finger Mountain was originally called Brokeback Mountain, because Fan Yu's flute sound has a kind of magic, and people who hear it are delirious at least and die of anger at worst. Therefore, in order to save their lives, many people do not hesitate to cut off their fingers to keep themselves awake, because in this way, Fan Yu will no longer ask for their lives, and over time, Brokeback Mountain will become Broken Finger Mountain.

Lao Ye was full of emotion and said: "How many heroes have such courage that they can cut off their fingers. This Fan Yu is too hateful, I understand, the flute just now doesn't have this kind of magic, so you concluded that this person is not Fan Yu?"

I smiled slightly, "Not bad." ”

Lao Ye said: "Then who will that person be outside?"

I don't know the answer, "I just know that the person out there is never going to be a showman." ”

As soon as I finished speaking, a man in black flew in outside the door, faster than I expected, this person fell heavily on the table, the table was crushed and torn apart, only to see that the man's face was bleeding from seven holes, and he seemed to have been hit very hard before he died, and he died without even snorting. The restaurant was not fried into a ball of porridge, but it was quieter, so quiet that even the sound of smiling faces swallowing saliva could be heard, and everyone was quiet, fleeing for their lives, hiding.

The melodious sound of the flute had not stopped, but people kept flying in from the door, some from the window, some from the door, some from the roof of the inn, one after another, a total of eight people, they rushed over like a pack of wild horses, but in the end they fell in like a dead dog.

Lao Ye sneered: "I have never seen such an extreme way of performing arts... ”

His voice was suddenly interrupted, and the sound of the flute had stopped, because the thin blue curtain had been swept up by the wind, and he saw two people, like ghosts, floating in, these two people were wearing two extreme colors, one black and one white, with two masks, one black and one white, which made people look like black and white impermanence, and the two of them were almost the same height and short, and they were equally annoying.

Of course I didn't leave, because I wanted to see the excitement, and I also liked to see the excitement, what kind of grudge did the people of the Netherworld Cave have with the Crane Singing Villa? Is there some secret in it? If it weren't for the terrible flute, I think anyone would want to see what would happen next.

Of course, Lao Ye didn't leave, because he also wanted to see the excitement, and he wanted to see if the next "smiling man" could still laugh!

It was only then that I lifted my face and looked at everything in front of me, because I was sure that no one would pay attention to me in the corner this time. I saw two masked men slowly walking over the counter, and then, the two of them slowly walked in front of Murong Sheng together!

Two pairs of eyes stared at him through the hole in the mask, like old cats playing with the rats on the applause.