The icy cold voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.
Ye Chong was shocked and trembled, then turned his head and looked over.
The man in gray!
The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks!
He didn't die?!
Whoa!
Ye Chong's face suddenly became extremely ugly, as if he had been constipated for ten days and ten nights.
escape?
How to escape?
No way to escape!
The middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks held a black hand crossbow in his hand. It looked not much bigger than a pistol, and it was obvious that there were three crossbow arrows glowing red on it.
"Judging from the pressure coming from the black crossbow and red arrow, this thing should be at least a junior high-grade warrior's weapon. The tip of the arrow is pointing towards it, giving people a suffocating feeling."
Ye Chong didn't dare to move or speak, and looked at the other party quietly.
He knew very well that once he provoked the other person, the black crossbow and red arrow would probably send him away from this world forever.
"How did Mou Wu die?" the middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks asked coldly.
"What?" Ye Chong was startled, "How did that wooden house die? Who...died in the wooden house? Where...which wooden house?"
Whoa!
The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stretched out his crossbow forward, as if he was about to pull the trigger.
"No! No!" Ye Chong raised his hands and said hurriedly: "I really don't know what you are talking about?"
"Hey, Ye Chong, you can." The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks put the crossbow back to his chest, smiled coldly, and nodded:
"Crazy Ye, who is famous at Kyushu Martial Arts Academy, is indeed not a light-hearted person.
If Mou Wu died in your hands, it can only be because he was too trusting.
This time, in order to avenge him, the Mou family lost seven more masters.
The root of everything is because of you, this cunning crazy man.
All right.
Now that the matter has come to this, I am too lazy to talk to you.
I just want to ask you one thing. Did Mou Wu say anything when he was dying?
If you tell the truth, there is nothing impossible even if you spare your life.
After all, he is already dead, and even if we try all possible means, he will not survive."
Um?
When Ye Chong heard the other party speaking like this, although his face seemed calm, his heart was already turbulent and agitated.
"This person is not simple.
The Mou Wu he was talking about was, of course, the man in gray who was killed by me in the Leqing Mountains.
The sharp-mouthed guy in front of me asked me this, but he was actually setting a trap.
In other words, this bastard drunkard is not interested in drinking, but is trying to trick me into something different.
If I answer that the man in gray named Mou Wu left nothing behind, it is actually equivalent to admitting that I was at the scene of Mou Wu's death and that I am one of the parties involved.
If I answer what Mou Wu said, it goes without saying. Of course, it is equivalent to admitting that I witnessed Mou Wu's death, or even saying that I was his murderer.
If I show hesitation and uncertainty, and then answer that I don't know anything, that sharp-mouthed guy with monkey cheeks will also judge from my expression that I have something to do with Mou Wu's death.
So, the only way for me to step on the horse is to continue to act confused."
Ye Chong's mind was spinning. Although he was thinking a lot, it actually took only a very short time. It was just a thought.
"The Mou family?" Ye Chong raised his hands in the air with a look of surprise on his face, "Then do you know where Mou Bao is? He still owes me money."
"..." The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked startled, blinked, and then twitched his mouth, "What money does he owe you?"
"Oh, it's like this, Brother Bao and I..." Ye Chong smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Brother Bao is Mou Bao. We didn't know each other before we fought, but we later became good friends. One time when we had dinner, he said
He lent me 100,000 points. I thought he was a buddy, so I lent it to him, but then... Brother Bao disappeared. I...I... 100,000 points is of great importance to me. Since you are
The masters of the Mou family should know where Brother Bao has gone, right?"
"..." The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks blinked, looking at the other party's pitiful look, he was really a little confused.
"You are a senior, and you must have a high status in the Mou family. I don't want to lie behind other people's backs." Ye Chong paused, swallowed, and then said:
"As long as senior tells me where Brother Bao is, I will tell him clearly in person.
well.
Studying at Jiuwu Academy is difficult without points, and I really have no choice."
"You... really don't know where Mou Bao went?" The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks flickered his eyes, looking a little hesitant, "My nephew is not short of money, how could he... lend money to an outsider like you?"
"Are you Mou Bao's uncle?" Ye Chong twitched his cheeks, with a look of diarrhea on his face, "Uncle...Uncle, Bao...Brother Bao didn't lend me money, he borrowed...borrowed my points, said
What do you want to buy... some intermediate warrior weapon or something?"
"Humph! This idiot!" The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks showed an angry look on his face, "I have told him a long time ago that he is only a three-star quasi-martial artist. He has not broken through to become a warrior. He cannot control the weapons of an intermediate warrior at all. What a
idiot!"
When he said this, the middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks frowned and looked at Ye Chong, murmuring:
"Could it be that Mouwu's matter...
Is it related to Mou Bao, an unfilial son?
Could it be that this bastard did something terrible because of an intermediate warrior weapon?
But……
its not right.
Where is Mou Ba?
And where have those boys with foreign surnames gone?"
Whoa!
The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shrank his eyes and looked at Ye Chong, his eyes flickering, with a trace of sudden enlightenment hidden inside.
Click!
Ye Chong's expression changed, his mind was racing, and then he patted his head and said loudly: "By the way, I remember what he said."
"What is it?" The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shrank his eyes, and then asked: "What did Mou Wu say in the end?"
Ye Chong glanced at the other party in confusion, shrugged, and said slowly:
"I'm not talking about Mou Wu, I'm talking about Brother Bao.
I remember that after he had dinner with me that night, he borrowed my points and looked very happy. He said... what he said... god... magic weapon..."
"Shenbing Mountain!" The middle-aged man in gray with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks couldn't help but said, his eyes narrowed and he said:
"A weapon for intermediate warriors?
Shenbing Mountain?
hey-hey.
This bastard Mou Bao really has a lot of ideas and ambitions.
No wonder he borrowed money. It turned out that he wanted to customize his own exclusive intermediate warrior weapon.
Such a valuable weapon, even a martial arts warrior level has to weigh it.
I didn't expect that this idiot could really do such a stupid thing!
Can't he think for himself?
A would-be warrior who is not even a warrior, swaggering around with an extremely expensive mid-level warrior weapon, is any different from a frail loser wandering on the street carrying a sack of money?
It’s simply the rhythm of seeking death!”
Gudu!
Ye Chong swallowed and said in an innocent and toothless tone:
"Uncle, don't be angry, Brother Bao is your nephew after all.
You are so strong, and with your protection, I won’t be afraid of you wherever I go.
hehe.
Maybe Brother Bao is anxiously waiting for you somewhere right now."