There is only a stone door between the secret room and the bedroom.
In the middle of the secret room is a bronze furnace half a man tall. Green smoke curls up from the furnace, exuding an elegant and strange fragrance!
The ground around the copper stove is covered with thick carpets.
Lying on the carpet was a young woman covered in bruises and vaginal discharge.
There was a strange joy in the woman's stiff expression, which seemed a little oozing.
There was no rise and fall in the chest, and there was no blood all over his body. He had obviously been dead for a long time.
Yang Zailin looked at the female corpse on the ground with an indifferent expression and shook the brass bell next to him.
With the clear ringing of the bell, the wall on the east side suddenly cracked open, and two tall men in black attire straddling swords stepped in respectfully.
"Gang leader!"
"Get her out of here."
"yes!"
After the explanation, Yang Zailin stepped out of the secret room.
The two big men lifted the woman on the ground, walked out of the secret room, and walked along a long tunnel to the end. They opened the mechanism on the wall, and a stone door slowly opened.
Light blue mist gushes out from it, and a bone-deep chill and pungent smell hit the two of them.
The two of them did not dare to neglect and quickly threw the female body in their hands.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of "squeaking" sounded, as if there were countless scabies climbing up. Listening to it made people feel itchy in their bones and get goosebumps all over their bodies.
Soon there was the sound of muscles tearing and bones breaking, and the two big men straddling swords shuddered. They quickly opened the mechanism and closed the stone door.
It wasn't until all the sounds disappeared that they breathed a sigh of relief. After looking at each other, they hurried away like snakes and scorpions.
…
Yang Zailin walked along the stone steps to the ground.
"Gang leader!"
When the guards who were watching at night saw it was him, they quickly bowed and saluted.
After saying yes, he walked straight to the east courtyard without stopping.
Looking at the dark courtyard with only the light in the central hall, he hesitated for a moment and walked over.
After passing through a hanging flower door, bypassing a rockery, I came to the door of the main room and knelt on my knees.
"Disciple Yang Zailin, I have something important to ask for, and I hope that Master will grant you permission!"
After about a moment, an old voice came from it.
"come in!"
"yes!"
Yang Zailin stood up, climbed up the steps, and opened the main door of the hall.
Through the dim light, you can see that this is a hall of about 100 square meters.
In the middle of the hall, there is a statue of a god with a bull's head and a human body and eight arms!
Sitting on the futon under the statue was a short, skinny old man with a sinister expression.
The old man was dressed in black linen clothes, with a colorful silk ribbon around his waist, and a green scarf on his head. He looked like he was dressed in the Miao style. In addition, there was a sheep-head staff on his knees, and on his waist was a hand slightly larger than an adult's hand.
A large red-skinned snare drum.
Behind him, there are three black clay pots open in a row.
After Yang Zailin entered the door, he knelt in front of the old man respectfully, kowtowed before straightening his waist.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" the old man said calmly.
Yang Zailin gritted his teeth.
"Tonight, a powerful Taoist broke into the Qinglong Gang's main altar and took away all the souls that Master wanted...!"
"boom!"
A white stream of light hit Yang Zailin's chest, sending him flying five to six meters and falling heavily to the ground.
Yang Zailin groaned and endured the pain in his chest, but did not dare to get up. He used his knees as his feet and quickly crawled to two meters away from the old man. With a 'bang' sound, he hit the ground with his head.
"Master, it's not because the disciples are not diligent, but the Taoist's methods are too strong. Even the musket array can't stop him. With a golden rope in his hand, he captured three or four hundred people from the Qinglong Gang's chief helmsman in an instant. He also has a
A white bone needle is more powerful than lightning, and the one who hits it will die immediately!"
"Those people under my disciple are all ordinary people. They suffered heavy casualties at the hands of that Taoist. They are really helpless. I hope Master will understand clearly!"
Yang Zailin felt uneasy. After a moment of silence, he was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Tell me in detail what happened, the Taoist's appearance, and his methods!"
Yang Zailin felt relieved, quickly raised his head and repeated his brother's words.
"Are you sure it's the Golden Bagua?" the sinister old man frowned.
"Sure!"
Yang Zailin nodded.
Seeing him like this, the old man frowned slightly. He was sure that Yang Zaisheng didn't have the guts to lie to him yet.
"The Chunyang Bagua of Maoshan Nanzong. Could it be...him?"
Looking at the master's expression secretly, Yang Zailin said cautiously.
"Master, do you know him?"
The old man nodded and looked at Yang Zailin with a "hehe" smile.
This smile looked scary, and Yang Zailin's heart tightened.
"Although you made an unintentional mistake, you made a mistake after all. Therefore, you can avoid the death penalty, but you cannot escape the living crime!"
He raised his dark-skinned withered hand and gently patted the small red leather drum on his waist.
"Boom!"
After the sound of the drum sounded, which seemed to shake the soul, a large centipede with a fiery red body, about half a foot long, and thick armor crawled out from the black clay pot on the left.
Yang Zailin was shocked.
"Master, spare my life!"
"Hey, don't worry, good disciple, Master will not kill you!"
"ah…!"
Screams full of pain pierced the night sky.
The members of the Qinglong Gang who were patrolling around heard the sound, and their hearts tightened, and they quickly turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came.
But after discovering that it was Dongkua Yard, they all turned their heads away like snakes and scorpions.
In the past few months, except for the gang leader, no one who entered Dongkua Courtyard came out alive.
…
"Dazhuang, it's time to eat!"
A tall boy came to the dining table silently and sat down. Seeing Mao Tou sitting arrogantly next to his beloved 'little flower', a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
But now I have to live under someone else's roof, and I am a head short of others, so I don't have much confidence to fight for it.
Money and career are a man's courage. If he didn't have these two things, he wouldn't have the nerve to pick up girls.
Xu Junming, who was basking in the sun under the shade of a tree nearby, saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh secretly. Back then, he was just like Da Zhuang, with a tight budget and wanted to hold the goddess's smelly feet. People thought he looked shabby.
"Master Taoist, don't you need some food?"
"Old layman, you're welcome, I've stopped eating grains for a long time."
Knowing that Xu Junming was fasting, Father Ma didn't ask any more questions.
Seeing him serving seven children for dinner, he seemed quite busy. Xu Junming looked at it and felt that it was a bit reluctant to let Father Ma take care of these little guys.
There is a saying: A half-grown man will eat a poor old man.
While Xu Junming was daydreaming, the seven children were stunned and finished eating a large pot of rice and three large pots of potted vegetables cooked by Father Ma.
Fortunately, it was supported by the money given by Xu Junming, otherwise the Ma family would not be able to feed these seven mouths by selling iron.
"Dong dong...!"
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Is Mr. Xu at home?"
"I'll open the door!"
Mao Tou volunteered and ran to the courtyard door to open it. Not long after, Huang Yuanjia was brought in.