Because it is authentic, the price is high, a yellow fat one costs 30 yuan.
Ordinary people only earn thirty cash for a day's work.
Song Huiyue wanted to buy a bunch, but felt that the price charged by the vendor was too high, so she bargained with him and said that the reason why it was not worth thirty cash was because her face could be turned behind her buttocks.
She told the dealer unabashedly that if she got up in the middle of the night and suddenly saw a fat, yellow man with a butt below his face, it would be scary to death.
The dealer refused to give in no matter what. If he was afraid, it would be fine if he didn't twist his head.
And once again seriously told Song Huiyue that he was the authentic Huang Pang.
"Ten cents each, I'll buy ten!"
"This is the authentic one, twenty-nine articles."
"Buy ten, eleven cents."
"This is the authentic one, twenty-eight articles."
"Buy ten, twelve coins."
Yin Xiao stood behind Song Huiyue, listening to the two people's tiring price negotiation, thinking that she was indeed a lady, so patient.
The onlookers around me also left one after another, feeling that if I stood still, I might fall asleep on the spot.
Fortunately, the two of them soon became thirsty and could no longer bid. Song Huiyue took away a bunch at the price of twenty cents each.
Song Huiyue took Yinxiao shopping from morning to night. In order to avoid Liu Qin's nagging, she didn't even dare to go back to eat fish. She only ate and drank in the street, and bought blindly, and swam until late at night.
In the middle of the night, the stars are dim and the moon is hazy.
The snow is fluttering in the wind, sometimes rolling up and sometimes rolling down. The liveliness of Zhouqiao is not reduced at all. People are noisy and noisy. The moth sellers are running around with their burdens to sell, and the black gold paper flashes under the light.
The bright light and fireworks broke through the wind and snow and went straight into the sky.
The owner of Moxianghua Tea House, along with ten thugs, stuffed their sharp knives into baskets, pretended to be wine sellers carrying burdens, and quietly walked off the bridge to wash their hands.
When no one was paying attention, the group of people arrived at the entrance of the Zhouqiao ditch.
The worry-free cave for desperadoes and the ghost machine building for ordinary people, they all pass through the dark hole and swallow silently.
"Brother Bing, do you really want to go in?" One person looked at the dark situation inside and couldn't help but swallow a gulp of saliva.
The boss, Brother Bing, turned to look at him: "Are you afraid? I've never seen you afraid when you were killing someone."
"No, I'm so scared."
"The Forbidden Army has just gone in to clean it up. If there is anything to panic about, light a fire and leave."
Someone took out the torch from the basket, lit it with a fire bend, and handed it to Brother Bing. Brother Bing led the person and stepped in.
The cave is low, and the rough bricks on the roof can be touched with a raised hand. The thick stone pillars are like lifeless trees, standing still. There are scattered things on the stone foundation, including bedding and the like.
The ground was frozen, and the walls were also cold. The hard soil, the blood spattered on the wall, and the messy items on the ground all mixed together to form a cold and dark world.
The big cleaning made the inside extremely smooth, and at the same time, the smell of blood filled the entire hole, which was still stagnant and suffocating.
The light of the fire kept swaying, and the wind came in from nowhere, and there were mysterious twists and turns inside. At the first fork in the road, a figure stood suddenly and said in a low voice: "Please come this way, our lady has arrived.
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The person who came was Hou Er, who was specially designed to lead the way for this group of lost lambs.
"Damn it!" Mo Xiang was startled, not even seeing clearly how Hou Er appeared.
Brother Bing glared at everyone and followed them.
One person walked up to Brother Bing and whispered: "Brother, there won't be an ambush."
Hou Er, who has a sharp ear and eyesight, replied while leading the way: "You are too worried. You can see everything in this cave, and there is nowhere to ambush."
Brother Bing looked around and felt relieved.
The cave is low and narrow, and you can actually see the head at a glance. In addition, there are cave entrances everywhere. As long as you run around, you may appear at any cave entrance in Kyoto. Where can there be so many people ambushing you.
Walking all the way in, Brother Bing saw the lights and figures again.
The people at Qinxin Tea House were very loose, leaning on the stone pillars here and there, and they did not carry any sharp blades such as long knives with them.
But they all wore turbans, crane cloaks, dust-covering hats, and soap boots.
What’s even more ridiculous is Song Huiyue who is concentrating with her eyes closed.
Song Huiyue wrapped a black fur cloak outside her clothes. She bought it from a street stall. The stall owner said it was unicorn hair. She wore a tiger skin turban on her head, only her face was exposed, and her head and neck were all covered by the turban.
Tiger skin, like the unicorn hair, is a fabrication and is sold exclusively to idle people.
There is also a string of chubby yellow fat hanging on the waist.
Everyone on Mo Xiang's side laughed secretly in their hearts: "This damn guy will definitely win."
Hou Er stepped forward respectfully and bowed: "Madam, we are here."
A gust of wind whined, coming and going in the cave, blowing the torches on both sides undulating and swaying, sometimes dark, sometimes bright.
Countless blood stains on the wall were like splashed ink, deep and shallow, painted into countless pairs of ferocious eyes, which opened together with Song Huiyue, looking gloomily at the uninvited guest.
Brother Bing suddenly felt creepy and couldn't help but take half a step back. The ten people behind him trembled even more, feeling very evil.
Fortunately, this strange feeling only lasted for a moment and soon disappeared without a trace.
Brother Bing looked at Song Huiyue and said with a smile: "Did you ask us to come to the cave to play house and drink?"
His thugs burst into laughter.
The laughter was harsh and echoed in the cave. An idle man behind Song Huiyue couldn't hold himself back and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue walked forward and walked until she was in front of Brother Bing.
Brother Bing looked down at her: "Little girl, I think you should be smarter and just give me the teahouse..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Huiyue suddenly took action, pulled out a sharp knife from under the ridiculous unicorn fur cloak, and pierced Brother Bing's abdomen with one blow.
The abdomen is soft, and the blade can pierce through clothing and skin without any hindrance, going straight into the depths.
Brother Bing, who still had a smile on his face, felt a chill in his stomach. He opened his eyes wide and stared straight at Song Huiyue. The firelight came over and illuminated Song Huiyue's face as white as snow.
This is a face where innocence and evil coexist.
How childish his face is, how fierce his eyes are.
Brother Bing belatedly shouted angrily and stretched out his hand to grab Song Huiyue. However, Song Huiyue moved very quickly and backed away before he could take action, leaving only the knife behind.
Yin Xiao made up for it and cut Brother Bing's throat with a knife.
No matter how hard a person's bones are, it's all a matter of his knife.
The two people cooperated tacitly, and their movements were so fast that no one expected them. Even Tie Zhenshan and Hou Er couldn't react immediately. They didn't react until Brother Bing shouted angrily.
The thugs at Moxianghua Teahouse drew out their long knives, raised their hands and slashed at Yinxiao.
Yin Xiao moved faster, raised his legs and kicked away the two knives. The moment his legs landed on the ground, he pinched the nearest wrist with one hand, turned it around, and heard a crisp "click" sound, and forcefully twisted the person's wrist.
broken.
His attacks were fast and fierce, leaving people overwhelmed.
Tie Zhenshan and the others no longer hesitated. Stimulated by the blood, they raised their swords and slashed. The sounds of heavy breathing, roars, and wailings mingled together. Within a moment, the whole army at Moxianghua Tea House was annihilated, and blood flowed into the cave.
, can't even escape.
After the "talk", the people at Moxianghua Teahouse really can no longer cause trouble to Song Huiyue.