(Two updates first, one more expected at 11 o'clock)
In Xiangma Town at night, a layer of fog began to form. The fog became thicker and thicker, filling the air with the atmosphere of the town...
There are many mixed smells in the breath, such as old shit in a deep pit, firewood gas from someone's house, an overturned wine vat in a certain wine shop, or the smell of a woman having an affair...
Also, the smell of blood that has been accumulated for hundreds of years seems to have not dissipated in a day. The ghosts of those who died under the thieves' swords followed the thieves' swords to the town.
After twelve o'clock in the town, there are fewer and fewer people on the street. There is only one street light far away. The street light is not bright, and it looks even more swaying and dejected in the fog.
"Hey..."
A well-known old drunkard in the town, dressed in tattered clothes, holding a low-quality wine jar in his left hand, the alcohol inside was sour, punching his head, holding a handful of peanuts in his right hand, and poured a sip of wine into his mouth in three steps.
Bu threw a peanut into his mouth and groaned.
The old man drank happily today and was in a good mood. He hummed some folk songs about begging for a wife when he was young. He was swaying drunkenly and seemed to be thinking about those days when he was in high spirits.
It's a pity, it's sad, it's sad...
"Um?"
The old man, who was as drunk as mud, suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, and then his whole body began to tremble.
Someone...
No!
There is... there is a ghost!
Just now he saw clearly that a figure suddenly flashed in front of him. No, it was a ghost figure. The figure couldn't be that fast, and it seemed to have no feet. It just floated past. There were footprints on the ground... there were footprints on the ground.
Yes...it's bloody footprints!
clang clang clang...
The wine jar, which was more important than the wine, fell to the ground, smashing into pieces with a clang.
The old man suddenly woke up from the drunkenness all over his body. He shook his head with a startle, smelled the increasingly rich smell of blood in the air, and walked towards the alley beside him.
The alley is not very wide. There are many such alleys in the town, and they have everything in them.
"ah!"
The old man suddenly screamed. Just now he was so frightened that he was completely drunk. Now he collapsed on the ground. His body tried desperately to move back, but his feet refused to obey his orders.
One, two, three, four, five...
A total of thirteen corpses were in the alley. These corpses had just died and were still steaming.
Gao Zhuangfei was sitting behind the counter, swiping gifts on the screen of his mobile phone, and interacting passionately with the female anchor in the live broadcast room. His eyes were bright, and he kept typing: Take off a little more, take off some more... My sister wants a reward from her brother.
Well, if you take it off, my brother will give you a big red envelope!
Being a female anchor is not easy, she is a bit ugly, and her beauty in her twenties can barely cover up her flaws. Finally, she has a rich guy who is willing to spend a lot of money. After a symbolic twist, she immediately started to take off her clothes, but she didn’t dare to take off her clothes.
I took off all my clothes, which is against the rules of the platform, but the places that should be exposed are pretty much exposed, which is quite sexy.
God is fair. People who don't look good will often end up with a good figure.
"Brother, do you like it?"
The girl was moaning on the screen. Looking at her rippling appearance, she seemed to want to get out of the phone screen and have a good fight with the big man Gao Zhuangfei on the bed.
Uh-huh...
When the reward came, Gao Zhuangfei's hand was excited and he gave it a dime gift.
The smallest gift on the platform must be one piece. This platform is quite special. Perhaps in order to take care of Gao Zhuangfei, a top-quality hanging silk, it has launched a gift with a special price of 10 cents.
The female anchor's face suddenly turned green, Gao Zhuangfei laughed loudly, picked up the big teapot and took a sip of water.
Men who cheat on women are shameful, and women who take off their clothes to seduce men and pick up their wallets are not a good thing either.
"Stay in the hotel."
Three people walked in at the door, led by a man with sharp eyebrows, and slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the counter.
Gao Zhuangfei didn't even raise his eyes, "It's too late, there's no room."
The sword-browed man twitched another hundred-yuan bill. Gao Zhuangfei still didn't raise his eyelids. He changed the live broadcast room and concentrated on attacking another 'good woman'. The routine was the same, and it had been tried and tested. It was useless to ask a female anchor to take off her clothes.
10 yuan.
This fucking guy is a master, 666!
There were more than a dozen bills piled on the counter, and finally the sword-browed man simply took out a stack.
Bang!
Then he pressed a knife with a sharp tip and a blade that could cut iron as well as mud.
"MD, if I ask you a question, you answer it!"
"If you answer correctly, the money is all yours. If you answer incorrectly, this knife..."
Bang!
Gao Zhuangfei stood up, and before the sword-browed man could finish his words, he held the blade and gently broke it. The seemingly sharp and tough knife shattered like a biscuit.
Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang...
The broken knife was thrown on the counter piece by piece. The whole knife was broken into seven or eight pieces. Gao Zhuangfei clapped his hands and motioned to the door, "The trash can is over there."
The sword-browed man and the other two men standing behind him were all stunned.
"You want to ask something from me, but this small amount of money is too despising, isn't it?"
Gao Zhuangfei pinched two bills, twisted them between his fingertips, and raised his head with a smile, "How much money do you still have with you? Take them out, and I can make you die a more dignified death."
"furious!"
"court death!"
"Kill him!"
Traveling all over the world, no one has a bad temper. Even if he is afraid of Gao Zhuangfei in his heart, after receiving sarcasm and teasing, the anger in his chest will rise immediately.
…
Lao Liu is a lame old man, not tall but strong. His partner is Lao Zhou, who is also short and strong. There is an old man in the Chinese film and television industry who is very respectable. He is more than 80 years old.
He still works out, his muscles are strong, and he can still walk on the catwalk.
Lao Liu and Lao Zhou are not that old, but their muscles are no worse than that of Uncle Wang, who is in his eighties.
The two of them stayed up most of the night, sitting at a small square table, drinking wine and playing chess.
Old Liu won three games in a row, and Old Zhou was a little absent-minded. Not long after, there was a clanging sound outside, and the two of them glanced in the direction of the counter in front of the guest house.
"What wave is it now?"
"General!"
"I don't know how many there will be this time."
"Haha, I won!"
"This game doesn't count, let's get to work..."
Lao Zhou stood up and walked forward unsteadily. The sound of fighting did not last long, only half a minute at most. Lao Liu muttered and walked forward. (One Zero)
There were two piles of banknotes on the counter, and Gao Zhuangfei continued to swipe at the anchor on his phone. Others were swiping, but he should be 'playing'.
Lao Zhou and Lao Liu walked in from the back door. Without saying anything, they picked up the three corpses on the ground, walked to the back door, dragged them all the way to a small shack, and threw them in. (Zero One)
Old Liu asked Old Zhou: "What do these people do?"
Lao Zhou said: "Kill people."
Lao Liu said: "Who to kill?"
Lao Zhou said: "Our director doesn't want them to kill people."
Lao Liu smiled, "These people are really stubborn. If you don't want to kill them, don't kill them. Do you think you have to risk your own life here... I just wiped the floor, this time it's your turn..." (To be completed.)