Leng Buyu's eyes were emotionless, he looked at the poor guy with all his limbs, snorted coldly, and asked: "Who told you that you can kill me Leng Buyu with poison?"
When the poor guy heard Leng Buyu's words and saw that he was fine now, his heart felt as if he was being stabbed by a thorn that was poisoned and coated with lead. He was completely devastated, but he still longed for it.
Live, don't want to die.
Leng Buyu leaned down, squatted in front of the poor guy, and asked: "Dish Zhijiao, your Jia Daguan, who is he?"
The poor guy looked at Leng Buyu and wanted to avoid looking at him, but for some reason, he always felt in his heart that if he dared to do this, maybe he would die even more miserably. Leng Buyu snorted and moved his fingers slightly.
With a movement, a cowhide-colored dagger fell to the ground and cut the poor guy's cheek. Hot blood flowed from the wound and wet half of his face.
Fear, infinite fear.
"Dish Zhijiao, your Jia Daguan, who is he?"
The same question, the exact same words, word by word, all entered the poor guy's ears.
The poor guy opened and closed his mouth, but no sound seemed to come out.
Leng Buyu frowned slightly and said: "Mute? Then there is no need..."
"No, no, no, I say, say, I say!"
After all, only living is the most important thing. In front of such a wealthy woman, only living can enjoy these things. The poor guy swallowed his saliva and had no choice but to speak: "Master Jia, Mr. Jia
Senior official, she, she is our big owner of Pizza Hut."
Hearing this answer, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown, and was a little dazed. This gambling ghost girl was actually the boss of the gambling house. I thought that those guys in the gambling house were just because Di Zhijiao was a regular customer and spent a lot of money.
It's rare for a fat sheep to be so respectful and familiar.
Who would have thought that this female gambler was the boss of a four-story gambling house in Hansu City?
Really interesting.
"I, I'm done, hero, hero, please let me go, I'm just an insignificant little person..."
Leng Buyu nodded and agreed with the poor guy's statement. He thought he had escaped a disaster and was feeling a little relieved, but Leng Buyu spoke again and said: "Let me ask you, if I lost all my money in your gambling house
, what should I do?”
"It doesn't matter, we can borrow money on the spot."
"Oh, do you want something to pawn?"
The poor guy shook his head and said: "No, no, no matter how much you want, someone with a sharp eye will cut it off. In cash, I'll give it to you on the spot. Just sign and make a deposit."
Leng Buyu nodded again and asked, "How much can I borrow?"
"It depends on the person. Some people have ten taels, some have a hundred taels, and some..."
Before he finished speaking, Leng Buyu interrupted him and said: "Then, what is the calculation of the interest rate in the gambling house?"
“You go out the same day you go in, and you don’t take a penny.”
After hearing this, Leng Buyu found it interesting and joked: "Then you should do a fair thing and not charge interest. What if it's a little late?"
Hearing Leng Buyu's question, the poor guy fell silent and closed his mouth. Seeing him like this, Leng Buyu frowned again, without waiting or giving another chance, he slapped the guy directly and said
:"explain."
"Yes, yes, it's just one cent of profit."
Leng Buyu nodded and said: "It's only one penny a year, which is not bad."
Hearing Leng Buyu's words, the poor guy looked constipated again. Leng Buyu felt strange and asked: "One cent a month? This is really a good deal."
But after saying that, the poor guy still had that expression on his face, which made people want to slap him.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting." Although no sharp blade was used, Leng Buyu's slap was not full force, but it did not withdraw its force. Every time a slap came down, it made his head feel dull, which was really uncomfortable.
He hurriedly explained, "Yes, yes, it's one day, one minute per day."
Hearing this terrible interest rate, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown, and slapped him again. Then Leng Buyu opened his eyes angrily, and asked one word after another from between his teeth: "Then, what's the point?
"
The poor guy no longer dared to hide his doubts and was slow to answer, and hurriedly said: "Then, then good land and house, cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks, anything that can pay off the debt is not a problem. This, this, the small one is not a creditor, this is the same as the small one.
It doesn’t matter.”
Leng Buyu smiled slightly, but his smile made the poor guy even more panicked.
Leng Buyu cleared his throat and said: "Then, the youngest son, the woman, can pay off the debt?"
Leng Buyu asked, but the poor guy was sweating profusely and did not dare to continue talking. Leng Buyu smiled again and said: "Then, after you enjoy those women, can you sell them again?"
Price? Those kids..."
Thinking of the child, and of a criminal who had been punished last year, Leng Buyu's eyes couldn't help but widen. A terrible thing came to his mind, a young doll with a strange shape. Leng Buyu fell down.
He took a breath of cold air and said in a slow voice: "Can your gambling house do the business of harvesting and cutting crops?"
Hearing these four words, the poor guy almost fainted. Leng Buyu stood up, and his voice was cold again, which made people feel panicked. Leng Buyu chuckled a few times, shook his head slightly, and said
: "After asking, get out!"
Hearing that the scary guy promised to let him go, the poor guy felt like he was being amnesty. He kept twisting and turning and squirming toward the entrance of the alley with excitement on his face, thinking of leaving this devil as soon as possible so that he could escape from the devil's cave as soon as possible. But
This cold talk is really nothing, just his
When his head was about to emerge from the alley, there was a gust of wind, and the poor guy's heart went cold.
The same cowhide-colored dagger came through the wind. When the dagger fell, he felt pain, and his left ear was gone. Then there was a heartbreaking cry of pain, and tears could not stop flowing out. Again
With the sound of footsteps, the demon gradually approached him. The cowhide-colored dagger separated from the stone slab on its own and flew up. Then he heard the sound of wind and the dagger fell again. There was another heartbreaking pain, and the poor guy's other ear also
Gone.
"you you you······"
Leng Buyu's voice was still cold and emotionless, saying: "I promised to let you go because you can't hurt me. But, those people who were harmed by you, if they have the ability, if they have the chance, they will
How to treat you?"
The words fell, and there was a sneer.
There was a constant whirring sound. From the initial heartbreaking cry of pain, the sound became smaller and smaller, until finally, only the sound of a sharp knife piercing the body was heard. Once, twice...
Leng Buyu looked at this poor guy. His ears, nose, and eyes were all separated from his face. His hands and fingers were all broken, and his legs and calves were bit by bit with daggers from the knees.
Cut open, separate. This man has fallen into a pool of blood, but he is not dead and is still breathing.
Perhaps the torture was enough, Leng Buyu also stopped his hand, sighed and said: "I am responsible for the Shanxing Hall, and this kind of punishment is also used once every time I feel nauseated. It's a pity, I shouldn't have had more time to come to Hansu City this time.
I'm nosy, but I really don't care. I feel uneasy and I can't sleep at night. Also, don't say that the things I do cannot be done by humans, but what you do can be done by humans?"
After saying that, Leng Buyu fired out several blasts of icy sword energy with his fingers. The sword energy hit the poor guy's body, and any wounds there were frozen.
After doing this, Leng Buyu held the cowhide-colored dagger and leaned down again, squatting beside the poor guy. Then, he wiped the cowhide-colored dagger on the poor guy's body to make sure that the blade was clean.
, and put the sword back into the scabbard on his chest.
Then, he walked away from the alley. But the poor guy was still there like a dying wild dog, with his mouth slightly opening and closing, but no sound could be heard.
This poor guy just stayed in this alley for two or three hours before the people from Pizza Hut in the gambling house found him. When those people saw him, they couldn't help but take a breath, and they were somewhat receptive.
I almost vomited on the spot.
The man was taken back to Pizza Hut, and when everyone, including Die Zhijiao, saw the poor guy's appearance, they all gasped like those who had found him, and some even vomited on the spot.
The white-haired old man was angry in his heart, clenched his fists, stamped his feet, and said respectfully to Dizhi Jiao: "Master Jia, this, this boy from Mu Hanlou is really going too far. This, this is not something that a human being can do.