typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 692 Mr. Hu’s Fantasy Drifting

Mr. Hu had a very strange dream.

The first half was okay, just wallowing in all kinds of beautiful memories, as happy as flowers, I just regretted that the dreams had no color and no smell...

The second half became more and more outrageous... He dreamed that he was racing on the street with his brothers and was feeling very excited. Suddenly, Sun Ding, who was killed by him, rushed out from the diagonal stab and shouted for his life.

"Looking for death!" In the dream, Mr. Hu remained ferocious and accelerated his car to hit him!

The two parties collided with each other, and who would have thought that it was him who was knocked away... Mr. Hu felt weightless for a moment, spun 3,600 degrees in the air, and then fell into a dung truck.

That’s ridiculous!

What's even more outrageous is that this dream started to smell. He clearly smelled a strong stench, which made him want to gag, but he was so groggy that he couldn't move. He could only helplessly soak in the stench, feeling that he was almost suffocating.

.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally regained consciousness. Then he discovered that the good news was that he was not dreaming.

The bad news is, he's really in a dung truck...

To be precise, he was curled up and stuffed into a huge excrement bucket, and the excrement water in the bucket flooded his chest.

As the road bumped, feces and water splashed into his face from time to time. He could bear it when he was dreaming, but now he couldn't bear it at all. Mr. Hu couldn't help but gag.

Good guy, now the barrel can no longer smell...

So the more unpleasant the smell, the more vomiting, and the more vomiting, the more unpleasant the smell becomes. The cycle of Yi Zhong belongs to yes.

He desperately wanted to get out, but his hands and feet couldn't use any strength, so he raised his head and banged the wall of the barrel with the back of his head, making a muffled sound.

Finally alerting the people outside, he opened the lid of the bucket and whispered to him: "Master Hu, please be patient. I am here to save you from death on your father's orders."

"Hahaha..." Hu Tianci breathed in the fresh air with all his strength. It took him a while to react, and a smile gradually appeared on his face as he said:

"real?"

"Then there is still a lie? I stole you from the prison of the Ministry of Justice, but your head will be lost. Who would make such a joke?" The man whispered while pushing the cart.

"Why do you use this method? You have a problem with him, right?" When he heard that it was someone sent by his father, Hu Tianci felt that he could do it again.

"That's a heavily guarded prison of the Ministry of Justice! If there is a way to get you out, thank God. Don't be picky." The old man pushing the cart said angrily: "Just be patient, and you will be free when you get on the boat.

.”

After finishing this job, he has to take the money and fly away. Otherwise, he will be silenced, so there is no need to be polite to Mr. Hu.

Besides, no matter who he is, the prime minister or the young master, it is difficult for people to maintain respect when he is soaked in a bucket of excrement.

"Stop making any more noises. The old man keeps talking to a cesspool. We have to call in the officers and soldiers patrolling the street." After Old Man Xu finished speaking, he closed the lid again without waiting for Mr. Hu to speak.

"..." Mr. Hu suffocated for freedom again.

~~

Some people must ask, how dare Boss Zhu set up the Sanfa Division outside the northern suburbs? Huang Ceku is also located in Xuanwu Lake. Are there no worries that gangsters may rob the prison, or sneak into Huxinzhou and burn Huang Ceku?

In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of. Firstly, the capital is an important area with many military camps and stars guarding the capital like the moon. Who dares to mess around here without open eyes is not a vicious dog seeking death in a latrine?

Second, as mentioned in the previous chapter, Boss Zhu built a city wall along Xuanwu Lake to encircle this area, and there were also military guards to prevent the common people from getting close.

Therefore, if you want to rescue people from the Heavenly Prison, you must first exit the prison door, then exit the Penal Department Gate, then exit Guancheng, and finally exit the Xuanwu Lake Siege before leaving Nanjing City.

And leaving Nanjing City is not the end, because there is also the outer defense line carefully constructed by Zhu Yuanzhang according to the terrain and traffic conditions.

Under Boss Zhu's rule, there was no such thing as Wen Tian Wu Xi, and the officers and soldiers were still very serious and responsible. Therefore, he had to be sent out of the outer defense line to truly escape.

Therefore, even if Prime Minister Hu is extremely powerful, it is impossible to quietly open up all the connections and send his son out in a big way without any leakage. If he can't figure out any link, he will be sold.

Hu Weiyong had no other choice but to hire this magical old Xu, who took advantage of the opportunity to collect night incense in the cell, secretly changed the people out, loaded them into dung trucks and transported them out of the city.

In this way, you only need to open up the limited joints of the Ministry of Justice, and you can sneak people out and send them away. After all, no one would have thought that there would be people hiding in the dung buckets filled with golden juice. Guarding the city gates along the way, the officials at the checkpoints covered their noses.

Let this old Xu, who has been drinking night fragrance for half his life, hurry up and go as far as he can.

In this way, Lao Xu pushed the dung cart alone, broke through the encirclement without any danger, and safely delivered Mr. Hu to the edge of the Yangtze River.

It was now bright and clear, and among the reeds by the river, an inconspicuous sand boat had been waiting for a long time.

On the boat, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was looking anxiously. People who are familiar with Hu Xiang can recognize at a glance that he is Lao Huang, the coachman of the Prime Minister's Mansion!

Lao Huang saw Lao Xu pushing the dung cart down the road and towards the river. He quickly took people off the boat to meet him.

"How's it going? Has anyone been rescued?" he asked right away.

"Hey, don't worry, Mr. Huang, our method is a bit smelly, but it works." Old Xu boasted proudly, "Over the years, we have fished out not ten but eight people using this method.

, there has never been any mistakes.”

"Stop talking nonsense, is my young master here?" Lao Huang suppressed the desire to cover his nose and asked in a muffled voice.

"Yeah." Lao Xu nodded and said, "But it's best to get on the boat and release the people as safely as possible, right?"

"Yeah." Lao Huang thought about it, and asked two of his men to unload the dung bucket and carry it to his boat.

After a while, the people on the boat gave him a thumbs up. Then Lao Huang took out a bag of gold bars from his arms, took out two and threw them to Lao Xu, who was full of expectations.

Lao Xu took the heavy gold bars and put them in his arms. He didn't want his own dung cart, turned around and left.

He knew that as soon as the mission was completed, his situation would be dangerous. He had to hide as far as possible before the other party killed him and silenced him.

"Naive, do you think you can escape?" Lao Huang was no longer the obedient and honest coachman in front of Prime Minister Hu. At this time, his waist was straightened, and his face had a murderous look. He was quite like a decisive and decisive big shot.

He has already arranged a killer, ready to kill Old Xu on his way home. Only death can make people feel at ease with such a small character who knows too much.

Lao Huang no longer cared about the ant's life and turned back to the boat.

At this time, Hu Tianci had been released from the excrement bucket and was cursing in the street, dripping with soup.

"Damn it, who had this bad idea? I'll have to stuff him into the cesspool and let him drink a lot of yellow soup!"

"It's Master..." Lao Huang whispered.

"Fuck..." Hu Tianci was speechless immediately.

"Quickly, wash your master well." Old Huang ordered everyone on the boat: "Quickly leave the shore and go down the river!"

"Yes!" The boatmen held their poles and drove the sand boats out of the reed swamp. Just as they were about to merge into the main channel, they saw four boats with 200 materials hanging "Treasure Ship Lifting Division" lanterns sailing out on the river filled with morning mist.

The battleship quickly sailed in front of them and directly surrounded them!

ps. The next two chapters are in the morning.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next