Master Qin looked at him with the same indifference: "Daowazi, you know very well that we can't leave, and we will have to die here."
At this time, Manager Qu heard the commotion and rushed over. When he came in, he shouted: "What's going on? What's going on! What are you yelling about!"
What happened in the next second was something that no one expected.
The braided man named Daowazi grabbed Qu's neck and pushed him into the corner in two steps. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were red, and he said: "The surname is Qu, I want to take my father out and follow the rules of the world."
As soon as the braided man said this, the scene fell silent for an instant.
Mr. Qin gritted his teeth and took the lead in speaking word by word: "Daowazi, you will definitely die if you do this... Don't do that. Give me some time and I will help Lao Zhou think of a solution."
"open!"
Manager Qu threw his hand away and said angrily: "I think you have had enough of life! You want to die!"
The braided man's eyes were very red. He looked at Manager Qu and said in a hoarse voice: "Who do you think your surname is Qu? When we were imprisoned here, this was the rule established by President Zheng! I am repeating it,
I now demand that the rules be followed!"
"Okay...Okay...Okay!"
"Daowazi, you have the guts! You want to die, right? I'll satisfy you!"
"Ha..." The braided man sneered, "Give me my knife back and let's see who dies."
Coming up from the corridor on the fourth floor, there was a gong hanging on the wall. There was a thick layer of dust on the gong. Before I came here, I thought the gong was just a decoration, hanging on the wall for good looks.
Unexpectedly, he saw Manager Qu bring a stool and step on it with an angry look on his face. Without hesitation, he punched the gong loudly!
The sound of the gong is melodious and spreads in all directions.
The people here suddenly burst into loud shouts. Many people were excited and shouted repeatedly: "Daowazi! Daowazi! Daowazi!"
Seeing this, Master Qin just sighed helplessly.
What on earth is this doing? I looked puzzled and couldn't understand the situation at hand.
At this time, a casual voice suddenly came from behind me and said: "You are brave, but you are too reckless. There is a good show to watch."
I looked back and saw that the person speaking was the man who had eaten my shit.
I frowned and asked, "What are you doing? What does beating the gong mean?"
With a smile on his face, he looked at me and licked his lips and said with a smile: "Zheng Dali set the rules when he was alive. When the gong rings, it means that he wants to challenge it."
"Challenge what? Challenge who?"
The shit-eating man laughed and said: "Challenge all the masters here. As long as you defeat all the gatekeepers, and then defeat Lord Ma, you can leave here."
"This...how is this possible..."
I won’t tell you if I’m not familiar with the gatekeeper, but who is Lord Ma?
That is the number one master of the Changchun Club today! Even the madman Xie Qirong is no match for Lord Ma. Isn’t this a joke? No!
Seeing the shock on my face, the shit-eating man took out his ears with one hand and said with a smile: "Yeah, it's impossible to succeed, but it's not absolute. Don't underestimate this knife kid. He used to be serious."
The number one master of the Miao sword, I just don’t know if he can still do it after not touching the sword for so many years."
He went on to say: "We Jianghu people must rely on Jianghu rules to restrain us. The challenge of beating the gong is just an excuse for Zheng Dadan to do it. There is one gong on every floor. As far as I know
, from 1975 to now, the gong has only been sounded once, and it was in the basement."
"Who knocked it?" I asked.
The shit-eating man sucked his fingers and said with a smile: "The second master in the club, Lihua Dagu... Xie Qirong."
After hearing this, I quickly asked: "What about the result? Did Xie Qirong win?"
Hearing what I said, he looked at me with strange eyes and said, "Brother, do you have a problem with your understanding? What did I just say? I have already said it. How can the second master beat the first master?"
I hurriedly said: "But Xie Qirong's refined energy has reached the highest level, and his black hair has grown out. He will definitely get younger as he lives in the future. If he survives Lord Ma to death, wouldn't he become the number one?"
He’s a master! No one can defeat him!”
"Fuck, you actually know how to refine Qi?"
"I also heard someone say it a little bit. Am I right?"
"Uh-huh....."
The shit-eating man touched his chin and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and pinched his fingers.
I was also very nervous about smoking, so I had no choice but to hand him one.
He took out his lighter and flicked it, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Yes, you are right. If Lord Ma is no longer here, then Xie Qirong will be invincible and invincible in the entire meeting."
"Damn it, this fire doesn't work. Brother, please lend me your lighter."
"What's your real name? How do you know so much?" I asked him curiously.
"Are you talking about me?" He said with a smile: "I have been here for more than 20 years, and I have even forgotten my real name. Anyway, I have been eating shit for eighteen years, and people here give me the nickname "Shit Impermanence."
"Shit is impermanent..."
Seeing the unknown yellow residue between his teeth, I resisted the urge to spit it out and said that your nickname is so damn special.
"call....."
Exhaling a puff of smoke coolly, the shit-eating man's eyes became solemn. He looked at the stairs and said calmly:
