Longfu Turmoil (I)

Mr. Cui is in a high position in the house, and there is quite a bit of momentum that Mount Tai has collapsed in front of him, and he said calmly at the moment: "What are you panicking about?" ”

The man: "Yes." Someone wrote something at the door, at the door!"

"Writing?" Mr. Cui didn't understand.

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The gate of the Dragon Mansion, usually, this time has already been opened, and a group of servants have already swept the door. At this time, the two doors were closed tightly, and only a group of men and women pointed and gathered behind the door for a long time and did not want to disperse.

Manager Cui was about to come over, and the crowd naturally gave way to a passage, and Manager Cui stepped forward quickly to take a look.

On the two dark brown gates, two rows of large characters were written in crimson blood. The row on the left reads: "One person slaughtered every day!" and the row on the right reads: "Death to those who go out!"

The eight big characters struck everyone's nerves like a hammer, and a trace of uneasiness quietly spread among the servants.

"It can't be that you provoked some fierce gods and evil ghosts, right?"

"No, there must be an enemy who comes to seek revenge. ”

"Hmph, I don't think so, it's not good, it's a prank done by our young master!"

"Well, reasonable, reasonable. He can't do anything!"

The crowd whispered and chattered.

Manager Cui turned around and said, "Who is this prank?" He didn't say much, but he obviously believed that this was done by insiders, but it would never be the young master's doing. Because, this is not his usual tune.

If he said that he was getting a few women, he believed it, and if he said that he was writing these things, he didn't believe it. However, these words are written behind the door, if not by insiders. Is there anyone who is willing to climb over the wall to come in, write and slip away?

Hmph, it must be that some of these subordinates took advantage of this to vent their anger, hey, it was all this time to make this young master trouble.

Hearing Mr. Cui's question, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and no one answered.

Mr. Cui softened his breath and said, "No matter who it is, I hope this is the first and last time." Okay, open the door. Wash the handwriting off the door, what to do. Isn't it just a few big words, what's all the fuss. ”

After saying that, Mr. Cui slowly walked away with his hands behind his back, and the servants in charge of sprinkling and sweeping stepped forward to open the door one after another, ready to start cleaning.

Before he could take two steps, everyone behind him exclaimed in unison.

Mr. Cui looked back and couldn't help but be taken aback. Outside the gate, there was a thick morning fog, as if it couldn't be opened at all. Even the familiar street scene opposite has been obscured.

It is not surprising that there is fog in the morning, it is strange that it is just a door away, inside the door. But there is not the slightest fog!

"Strange, really strange. ”

"Amitopho, God forbid. ”

A firehead who is responsible for going out to buy vegetables for a day is even more hesitant and reluctant to go out.

"Old Wu Tou, isn't it just foggy. You still don't go out, the young master can't eat breakfast, and he can't see your skin peeled!" said a servant woman who was in charge of sprinkling and sweeping.

Everyone burst into laughter. Old Wu Tou put the burden on his shoulders, and in the end he still touched it step by step in the direction he was familiar with.

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Around noon. Mr. Cui was informed that someone in the house had died.

There were four people who died, all of whom were responsible for sprinkling and sweeping the venue outside the door in the morning, and among them, there was the middle-aged servant woman who ridiculed Old Wu Tou in the morning.

"Ahh

"What about Old Wu?" asked Mr. Cui suddenly thought of something.

Everyone shook their heads in unison, and the servant in the kitchen whispered: "I went out early in the morning, and I haven't come back yet, so we have been scolded by the young master several times." ”

Mr. Cui's head "buzzed", something happened, something must have happened.

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Early the next morning, the eight terrifying characters reappeared in the same place.

This time, no one dared to come close to clean, and no one dared to step forward to open the door.

Mr. Cui was helpless, so he carried a ladder and climbed up the wall to look out. Good guys, it's still just as good a big fog. Faintly, he saw a person standing outside the gate of his house. That figure is very familiar.

"It's Lao Wu, Lao Wu is back! Open the door!" Mr. Cui exclaimed excitedly.

Hearing that Lao Wu, who was already dying, had returned, several bold servants rushed forward and opened the door.

"Squeak", as the door opened, Lao Wu rushed in.

Yes, he pounced and fell directly into the arms of a handyman.

"Mom!" the handyman, who had always been bold, was so frightened that he urinated and urinated together.

Lao Wu is back, but unfortunately, it's just the corpse that comes back. In his chest, a large hole was opened, and the words on the door must have been written with his blood dipped in them.

"Lao Wu has also been out, so ......" someone added very smartly.

The crowd was silent, and it seemed that this gate could not get out.

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For three days, the gate of the dragon house was never opened. However, the people in the house always die every day for no reason, and they really respond to the blood curse of "slaughtering one person a day".

What's more serious is that Fuzhong began to run out of food.

However, Long Dashao didn't care at all, and still closed the door of the inner courtyard every day, and had a hot fight with the two fans.

After two more days, early in the morning, dozens of miscellaneous servants took out more than 20 fast horses and gathered at the gate of Longfu.

One of them said: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's not that we don't want to share the hardships with the Dragon Mansion, but it's, it's really unbearable, and there's nothing to eat." Isn't it?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

He added: "If we rush out, first, we can reduce the number of people eating in the mansion, and second, we can also go to the government to report the news, right?"

The crowd nodded in agreement.

He said: "Don't scatter the big guys, as soon as you go out, follow me closely and go east together, not far away, you can reach the Futai Yamen." Once there, we're saved. ”

The crowd shouted, "Good!"

Finally, as soon as the gate opened, the dozens of people rode out at a gallop.

In the distance, Manager Cui silently watched all this in front of him, sighed long, and slowly walked away.

On the second day after the group left, in the early morning, the servant in charge of guarding the door seemed to rush to inform Chief Cui that the sound of horses seemed to be heard outside the door.

Mr. Cui set up a ladder to take a look, and sure enough, outside the wall, there were several horses galloping back and forth in this thick fog, appearing and disappearing, but there was no one on the horses.

"Ahh

"What's the matter?

......

In a slightly empty storeroom, the dozens of people who had rushed out on horseback yesterday were all hung on the beams, and one of the servants who had come in the morning to get their belongings fainted.

The onlookers either sobbed quietly or did not say a word. Everyone's faces were very strange.

At this moment, there was a lot of noise at the gate outside. Two stunning women, surrounded by four little maids, rushed straight out of the gate.

One of the ladies scolded: "Why don't you hurry up and open the door?" We are not from your Dragon Mansion, we don't want to die with you, let us out quickly!"

These two are the two top girls invited by Long Dashao from Tianwo City. (To be continued......)