Western Xia Demon Mausoleum Chapter 67 Killing three young ladies halfway
Until this time, I had completely lost my opinion. To be precise, after what happened in Wushan, I gradually realized that I was really too young and immature, and I began to understand the other side of the world again, the other side of darkness.
This feeling is like looking up at Mount Everest. You find it easy, but if you want to reach that height, you still have a long way to go.
I just feel that I should learn to learn more, read more, listen more, and think more. Among the forces of the tomb robbers, the saying "think before you act" is very useful.
I silently followed Shangguan as he boarded the pier.
An old man with white hair hurriedly came forward to guide us. He lowered his eyebrows and seemed to dare not look at us directly. He didn't even dare to say anything. He just made a gesture of invitation. At first, I thought he was mute.
Shangguan Jielong asked him: "Abing, in the past fifty years, has Chongqing's business been doing well?"
The white-haired old man was a little shocked when he heard Shangguan call him A Bing. He turned around and lowered his head, looking at the ground, "Sir, it's been fifty years, you...you still remember me."
At this point, he seemed to have wiped away his old tears and nodded, "Well, although A Bing is not talented, he will never dare to betray your trust. Our Faqiu sect operates a business in Chongqing.
It’s pretty good. Except for a few sensitive forces, we haven’t expanded, and almost 30% of the place is in our hands.”
The Shangguan hummed with satisfaction and motioned for him to continue leading the way, "Well, you did a good job. Remember, three achievements are enough. Don't expand your power too much, and don't do it too small to protect yourself."
"Okay, don't worry, sir. Bashu is the key link between south and north. Even if we die, we will keep this 30% for the Faqiu sect." A Bing hunched his back slightly and signed his pledge with a smile.
Feilong seemed to be very interested in their conversation, so he asked Shangguan, "Hey, what kind of business am I talking about? It can't be the horse market. I think you are quite familiar with the horse market."
A Bing in front heard this and snorted coldly, "Hmph, don't talk casually to us adults. I said, kid, looking at your face, you are probably from the old Wang family in Kyoto, even if it is Wang.
Pailong also calls me Uncle Bing."
At this time, Feilong seemed to have remembered something and said, "Uncle Bing? I remember, it was seven or eight years ago. At that time, I remember you came to our house. My eldest brother did call me
Thank you Uncle Ju Bing."
"Oh, it turns out you are the second eldest son of the Wang family. Humph, that's right! That's me, the person who calls me Uncle Sheng Bing on the road. There are many people here. If you have anything to do in Chongqing, just ask me. If you obey me,
So, if you cause trouble, I will beat you with a feather duster on behalf of your elder brother."
Fei Longrao was shameless, and it sounded unnatural to him, but his elder brother wanted to call someone Uncle Bing, so of course he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only listen and watch what happened.
A Bing coughed and said as he walked: "This Chongqing Horse Market is only a part of it. In your Kyoto, the forces are fragmented, but here in Chongqing, the forces we develop are one road, which runs across the entire riverside. The most important thing here is
The important thing is not that you are powerful because of how much territory you occupy, but that you have to control a road. If you go right, it is Yangguan Avenue; if you go wrong, it is Huangquan Road."
Fei Long was stunned for a moment, looked around, and saw that the bustling market stalls were bustling with people, and said to himself: "What a shame! This is what the co-author is like, that's really domineering."
A Bing turned around and glared at Fei Long, "Huh, little Croton, what do you know! Today I'll be there with you, so you won't have to worry about it, but if I'm not here someday, if you talk nonsense near Binjiang, someone will slap you.
You loudmouth, mind your own mouth."
Fei Long saw that Shangguan did not interfere in the conversation between them. He obviously did not want to interfere with the free development between the Faqiu sect and the Mojin sect. He understood that people had to bow their heads under the roof, "Hey, it's not easy to be an old dog.
Ah, don’t think that our Wang family only guards in Kyoto. We also have our people in Chongqing. It doesn’t matter if you don’t respect me, but we have turned to the forces of the Baoyue Sect. How many days can you guard this Binjiang, huh.”
Sun Mouse tugged on Feilong's sleeve and made a resigned expression, "Hey, I said okay, Mr. Long, we just met, can we keep a low profile? I've heard that the tomb robbers have the best skills.
The good ones belong to this Faqiu sect, right, young master."
I patted Fei Long on the shoulder and made an expression that said I didn't want to be like this old man. Fei Long snorted and said nothing.
Suddenly, three women wearing close-fitting cheongsam and holding delicate oil-paper umbrellas stopped in front. The three women wore veils on their faces. They bowed slightly and made a salute. The first woman lowered her head and said: "The slave family is...
Xiao Jinchai from Baoyuemen came to deliver a message to the two young masters from the mountains and the desert. Our master Sanniang said that we would like to have a date. The master said that if she is satisfied with the explanation, we can still discuss it. If she is not satisfied,
The Faqiu sect will be in Chongqing tonight, and there will not be a single person left."
The words were spoken softly, but each word was heartbreaking. Suddenly, even Shangguan's face became ugly.
The little Jin Chai stole a glance at Shangguan, smiled, then bowed slightly and made a salute, then turned and walked towards the busy market on the right.
At this moment, A Bing narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue. He looked back at Zheng Qiuli and seemed to understand something. But after all, he was an experienced veteran and had experienced everything he should have experienced. This kind of mutual expansion between forces.
It was going on almost every day. He chuckled, put his finger on his mouth and whistled. Not far away, there were several dark-skinned men who pulled out knives and followed in the direction of the three women.
Just as I was about to slap A Bing on the shoulder, I thought to myself, "What are you going to do, you grumpy old man? Are you going to kill those three young ladies?"
But Zhou Tianling grabbed my wrist and shook his head, "Brother, the industry stipulates that every inch of land requires one drop of blood. There is no influence from the Yunwen Temple here. If we meddle in our own business, we will be tricked by other forces."
Xixia Demon Tomb Chapter 67: Three young ladies appeared on the way
