After a catastrophe in the tea horse, seven people walked together on a road. This road seemed to be a broad road, but it had already undergone a slight twist.

Ever since the deaths of Luo Sang and Tashi, the land in the northwest has long lost its proper order.

The Iron War Jinguo plan was still being launched, and there were many dangers along the way. A fatal mistake led to the omission of Kuang Hongfei, the scum among the scum.

The Golden Seal and the tribe have gradually been forgotten by people. The Jianghu people, who were confused and implicated in their fate many times, became more restless after losing the relatively complete control of the tribe.

Among them, there are some absurd orders that are spread among the people, and the Fire Worship Festival of the Sanlaohui is one of them.

Holding the Zhongyuan Cult Leader's Order in hand, he closed his eyes and devoutly performed sacrifices in front of a bonfire.

"The Fire Saint reaches the sky, the Fire Saint is powerful!"

Slogans rang out one after another, and a shirtless man wearing a mask put his hand into the boiling oil pot under the sacrificial altar. His hand seemed as strong as a stone. Not only did the oil in the pot not hurt him, but he also

He raised his thumb and poked the bottom of the pot.

After screaming like crazy for several times, the man calmly stepped onto the sacrificial altar, took a handful of burning incense, raised it up and then dropped it, and put the burning end close to his chest, making it burn.

Sound.

The people in the audience cheered wildly, but he still calmly clenched his fists and spread them out for balance, the incense stick on his chest seemed to be stuck to his body.

Immediately afterwards, two people wearing red masks and red mandarin jackets also appeared on the stage.

Standing at both ends of the sacrificial altar, like that man, he put his hands into the hot oil pan in the same way.

Then, the two of them took the hot oil with both hands and poured it on the man, shouting some unintelligible words while pouring it. The man's solid back muscles were like a stone wall, firmly planted in front of the sacrificial altar.

Within a moment, hot oil had been poured all over his body. He picked up a torch from the corner of the altar with a smile, smoked the whole body from front to back, and shouted loudly.

The crazy crowd started shouting again.

"The Fire Saint reaches the sky, the Fire Saint is powerful!"

What is strange is that at this moment, the man strode along the sacrificial platform as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, muttering something in his mouth.

The two men in red mantles also followed suit, and the three of them spun around in circles on the sacrificial platform, running faster and faster.

The people in the audience were dazzled as they saw the three people slowly forming a ball of flame as their rotation speed increased.

"The lower realm of the Fire Saint, teach everyone to kneel down and worship!"

The priest who blew the horn blew the horn three times in a row and shouted excitedly.

Everyone was mesmerized by the sight and quickly knelt down to worship.

The accountant at Sheng'an Bank Office on South Street wiped the abacus clean and typed it with concentration.

The shirtless man lingered at the door for a long time. When he saw that there were fewer people in the ticket number, he walked in obediently.

"Uncle Yang, it's time to settle this year's silver coins. I'll tell the shopkeeper later!"

Mr. Accountant still didn't raise his head and carefully typed the abacus in his hand.

"If today is really inconvenient, then I'll come back tomorrow!" After that, he left.

The accounting clerk shook his abacus twice, raised his sleeves and said, "Well done, what do you think?"

"There's no other meaning. My wife has given birth and my father's legs and feet are inconvenient. It's time for me to go back!"

"What did the shopkeeper say? Has the ticket been stamped?" the accountant asked indifferently.

The man bit his lip, held the banknote in his hand, was silent for a while and said, "Together with last year's, there are a total of twenty-two taels of silver!"

When the cashier heard this, he put his chin on his head and stretched out his hand and said, "This needs to be checked!"

"Then I'd better come back tomorrow!"

After failing to ask for money, the man left the Sheng'an bank in a hurry.

Halfway through the journey, my eyebrows were wrinkled, and I held the banknote in my hand tightly, feeling sad in my heart.

He simply didn't think about it anymore, he crossed the alley, put the banknote in his hand into his arms, and walked straight to Sheng'an Courtyard.

Sheng'an Courtyard is at the end of the alley. The huge courtyard occupies nearly one-third of South Street. All the banknote exchanges in the three cities in this area are taken over by Sheng'an Bank.

But this familiar courtyard has become extremely strange since an accident happened two years ago.

He dragged his heavy steps and lingered at the door for a long time before taking a picture of the door knocker.

"Oh, Boss Wen?"

A girl inside exclaimed.

The man was silent for a long time and asked: "Is the master here?"

The girl pointed to the back courtyard and said: "The second master just came from Qiaojiashan and is in the auditorium. You come with me!"

Stepping into the courtyard, the exquisite brick-carved courtyard wall stands in front of you. Walking from the side door is a long corridor, and next to the corridor is the servant's bedroom.

Walking straight ahead, there is another courtyard inside an arched door wall. The furnishings of this courtyard are much simpler. Several pine trees were planted next to the south wall. Even in autumn, the branches and leaves are still luxuriant.

"Second Master, we have a visitor!"

After bowing, the girl hurriedly turned around and went back.

In front of the hall, a kind-hearted old man held a pipe in one hand and a birdcage in the other, teasing the myna in the cage.

Bage suddenly shouted: "Boss Wen, Boss Wen!"

The charitable old man immediately changed his color, picked up the cigarette in his hand and hit it on the top of myna's head.

"Master Yang, please don't!"

The old man pretended not to hear, and smashed the birdcage to pieces. The innocent starling died miserably in the cage.

"Oh, there's something wrong with me. No one can get anything that doesn't belong to me!"

The man walked into the courtyard with a few steps and looked at the dead starling on the ground. He felt sad in his heart. He wanted to scold him severely, but he thought about his family in the cave outside the city and held it back.

"Second Master Yang, I will leave as soon as this year's sacrifice is finished. I don't plan to do it again next year!"

Mr. Yang picked up his cigarette and took a puff, slowly walked down the steps and said, "Only the sacrifices you make can convince the public. Now that you are gone, who will do it?"

"Second Master, I'm already like this, what else do you want from me? After all, I don't have enough money anymore. My wife recently gave birth to a child and is weak. I want to pay off last year's wages and buy some more.

Good products can heal her body!", he begged as he bowed down.

Mr. Yang took a puff of smoke, pinched a handful of tobacco leaves from the pipe, kneaded it, and slowly put it into the pipe. Then he lazily pointed to the servant and brought him a recliner to sit on.

He squinted his eyes before replying.

"Oh my! Boss Wen! How can you talk like that? If you want some supplements, just ask for it. If that doesn't work, you can ask two or three brothers to give your wife supplements! You said you want to leave, that's not true.

Is that true?"

Yang Erye's mockery directly made the man furious. He clenched his fists and shouted: "You three brothers, don't forget who allowed you to settle in the city in the first place, and who gave you three elders the money?"

The place!”

Second Master Yang glanced at him contemptuously, raised his hand lazily, and said impatiently: "Calm down, calm down, I know you Wen Sheng'an is young and strong, but what qualifications do you have to say this now? This is a sacrifice.

Son, you have to keep doing it for me, otherwise I won’t give you a penny!”

He was so angry that he was shaking all over, pointed at Mr. Yang and shouted: "Yang Er Shuanzi!"

But Mr. Yang, as if nothing was wrong, summoned the two servants and moved all the tables, chairs and people in, without paying any attention to the crazy Wen Sheng'an.
Chapter completed!