The Qiqiao Festival of people all over the world is not only lively in the capital city, but also in the big cities and small towns outside with bright lights.
In the middle of the night in this small town, there are still many people playing on the streets.
There was also a team of dancing dragon lanterns running and tumbling in the street, attracting people to watch.
The dragon passed by and stopped in front of a business.
An old man with a dark red face came out surrounded by shop assistants. He watched the dragon's head hovering in front of the door, leading the dragon's body to change its shape. Finally, the dragon's head was suddenly raised high, spitting out a ball of flame, and there was a sound all around.
Everyone cheered and the person holding the dragon head could be seen clearly.
"Ah, it's the young master——" a shop assistant shouted.
Some of the people around him recognized him and shouted, "He is the young master of this family!"
The old man was startled, looked at the young man holding the dragon head, and shook his head helplessly, but a smile appeared on his face.
"Go and give Xi Qian." He said.
Heipisi likes his current life very much. He has forgotten that he was almost killed by a Mo disciple when he first entered the industry before making any money, but...
The two of them were talking and walking. At this moment, they had left the town and were walking in the wilderness.
Although they didn't interact with each other, he knew the name to some extent. Heipi Si was shocked. It was true that once you became a killer, there was no turning back. There was no such thing as retreating from the world. There was only one reason for disappearing, and that was death.
"It's too awful."
Wu Laodao chuckled: "You think you are the only one who can think of it? When the Momen incident happened, some people did it. As a result, it was okay at first, but after only more than a year, these people were killed one after another."
He looked at Hei Pisi as he spoke, stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, and spoke in a longer voice.
The old man's face was swallowed up instantly.
"Come on, if you don't obey, we will never have any business!" Wu Laodao said, with a hint of reminiscence on his kind-hearted face, "You have forgotten how miserable our life was in the past. Sometimes we just took over the business and haven't started yet.
, and was killed.”
This is pretty good, you can do business, make money, and it's safe.
Cheers turned to screams.
Heipi Sihun didn't care: "Waste is waste. There has been no business recently, and my hands are itchy." At this point, he also frowned, "Wu Laodao, what are you talking about? Why don't you let us do it?
Is it business?”
This is a dark and thin man who looks like an idle man.
After saying that, he laughed again.
"….Always kill people…"
But the figure did not burst into flames as expected, because an iron hand stretched out to block the incoming bolide.
If you follow the instructions of this note and kill people, you will not be chased by Momen and you can still get paid. Moreover, many people do not believe in evil and try to take business without following the instructions. The result is the same as before, very soon
He was found and eliminated by those damn Mo Xia.
"Burned by fire."
Is it true or not? Heipi Si’s eyebrows twitched.
"Heipi Si." The short, fat old man glared at him again, "What are you doing?"
"Young master, you even dance the dragon yourself?"
He did not retreat. He looked very dazzling in the chaos. Someone next to him gave him a push. He was an old man with gray hair, short and fat, wearing a Taoist robe. Although he did not have the spirit of a fairy, he had a kind face and kind eyes.
A store clerk ran over with a smile and handed over the money as expected.
The short, fat old man frowned: "You are really free, wasting a bolide."
Hatred and faint fear appeared on Heipisi's face, and he spat on the ground: "Damn Mo sect, they are all Jianghu sects, how can they pretend to be noble, help the strong, help the weak, and eliminate harm for the people, his grandma
Yes, what the hell."
These killers don't trust anyone but themselves, and rarely make friends.
The young man was not polite, he took the money while waving the dragon's head, and changed his movements again, causing laughter and laughter all around.
Heipi Si had obviously heard about it too, and he laughed along with him, then curled his lips in disdain: "Are you scared out of your wits now? You don't want to take revenge, but you want to hide, and you want everyone to hide, why?"
There was a hint of hatred in Wu Laodao's eyes, but also a hint of relief: "Fortunately, someone couldn't stand it anymore and gave us a way out. All we have to do is listen to him."
The shopkeepers rushed to extinguish the fire, and the young man holding the faucet shouted, "Daddy," and jumped on his knees. The people around him were so frightened that they backed away, and some children even started crying. The happy atmosphere suddenly turned into panic, but some people were still laughing.
Hei Pisi couldn't help but tug on his collar to loosen his neck.
Although I make money, I always feel uncomfortable listening to other people's words when doing business, as if they are dogs in a cage.
Accompanied by a clanging sound, a ball of sparks exploded in the night behind him.
As he spoke, the young master came to the door again with the dragon head in his hand, and sprayed out a ball of fire again. At this moment, a gust of wind seemed to come, and the flames instantly increased in size, making an explosive sound, and rushed towards the old man's face.
"Let's go." He glared and squeezed out of the crowd.
"What do you know? This is called colorful clothes and entertainment."
The joyful atmosphere was replaced by tension, and the thin, dark man who had already walked out of the street couldn't help but laugh again.
Heipisi sighed: "It's just that I may not have the money to collect... right? This brother?"
Desperados also want to live, because only by living can they enjoy themselves.
With these words, he raised his hand and jerked it back.
Wu Laodao shook his sleeves: "It's not because the third brother Zhu lost his hand." At this point, he also laughed, unable to hide his gloating, "He was not killed, but Boss Zhu also lost his hand."
Everyone stopped testing it later.
"Is he the young master of this family?"
"Have you heard the names of Judge Lin and Huang Gouzi in these years?" Wu Laodao reminded.
The man who was called Heipisi said: "What's so interesting about having sex in colorful clothes? It's interesting to have sex in colorful clothes."
In the wilderness shrouded in darkness, sparks flew up, illuminating a figure.
"Momen is gone now, what should we be afraid of?"
"So, don't take risks, just be obedient." Wu Laodao said, "Don't worry about running out of business, as long as you live..."
The thin, dark man was reluctant but turned around and followed him. The old man was severely burned. Behind him, the young man's heart-rending cry could be heard, and the crowd on the street was even more chaotic.
"It's not safe on the streets. Go home."
The bolide burned in the iron hand, and soon it lost its vitality like a fish out of water and fell to the ground.
They didn't believe it at first. How could they, killers and desperadoes, listen to other people's words? What's more, they didn't know who this person was. They could only see a piece of paper each time, stating the reward and the person they wanted to kill.
"Boy, you're following us all the way." Hei Pisi sneered, spread his hands, turned around, and let out a strange scream, "Are you going to rob?"
Taoist Wu on the side took out a red and white whisk from his Taoist robe and waved it. Cold light flashed through, and the night seemed to be cut apart.
"Infinite Lord," he said, "on such auspicious days and festivals, this benefactor should do good deeds."
Meng Xichang gently turned his iron hand, turning his palm into a fist, and looked at the two people in front of him: "Meng Xichang of Momen, eliminate harm for the world."
