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Chapter 114 Twenty-eight thousand taels of heads
Chapter 8000: Heads of [-] taels

The lame old man glanced at Zhao Quan and shouted, "What? Brother, can you afford a higher price?"

Zhao Quan stood up slowly, walked down the stairs slowly, and slowly came to the center of the hall.

His movements are very slow, but every step is full of strength, and every step is on the beat of people's heartbeat.

It was impossible to ignore this burly figure wearing a dark red cloak.

Shen Miaoer tried her best to wink at him, but Zhao Quan didn't seem to see it at all.

His eyes were all on the girl curled up in the wooden box.

The lame old ghost seemed a little impatient, and angrily said: "You bastard!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Quan.

"How much silver did you bid just now?"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of laughter.

Just now unconsciously, the people captured by Zhao Quan's aura broke out in loud laughter.

It seemed that this could cover up his own gaffe just now.

The lame old ghost also laughed and said: "Little brother, you don't even know the price, so you dare to stop it without authorization? What mountain and cave are you from, so you don't know the rules!"

Zhao Quan still didn't look at him, but asked again: "How much silver did you bid just now?"

His voice was very light, but with an undeniable depth.

The lame old man squinted his eyes, stood up, sneered twice, and said, "8000 taels! I'll offer 8000 taels of silver. If you don't pay as much as I do, get out as soon as possible. Don't get in the way of my business." !"

Zhao Quan didn't speak.

The lame old ghost sneered: "What's the matter, kid? Are you scared?"

Zhao Quan said: "How much is your head worth?"

The lame old ghost's eyes overflowed with brilliance, and he yelled violently: "You really are here to make trouble!"

At the table closest to the center of the lobby, a big man suddenly jumped up and angrily said, "Little Huangkou, this is also the place where you play wild?!"

The long knife in his hand chopped off Zhao Quan's head.

If this knife is cut down, even a head made of stone will have to be severed in two.

Bang!
Click!

The sound of gold and iron clashing came out, and everyone looked again, only to see that Zhao Quan's gaze was still fixed on the girl in the box, but his hand turned into a strange amethyst color.

The palm caught the big man's long knife.

Not only caught it, but also pinched it into two pieces.

With the palm of his hand, he broke the man's knife.

Immediately after, a wisp of cloud was shot out, but it did not kill the big man, but sent him flying.

He landed directly on his original position, impartial and exact.

When everyone in the hall saw this hand, they all fell silent suddenly, their eyes flickering brightly.

Because they knew that Zhao Quan was not bluffing, at least if he wanted the life of that big man just now, it would be easy.

The lame old ghost said in surprise: "What kind of martial art is this!"

Zhao Quan casually threw the broken knife on the ground, and said slowly, "You haven't answered my question yet."

The atmosphere in the lobby suddenly became serious.

The lame old ghost said in a deep voice, "What on earth do you mean!"

Zhao Quan said: "If your head is worth 8000 taels of silver, then I won't kill you."

Saying that, he pointed at Baili Huanzhu curled up in the box: "But she belongs to me."

"If your head is more expensive than 8000 taels of silver, I won't kill you, she will be mine, and you will have to pay me the difference."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

On the second floor, Kong Lun, who was full of interest, frowned slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Interesting, really interesting."

He finds it interesting, but others don't.

Especially Shen Miaoer.

The woman couldn't contain the anger in her heart.

A pair of beautiful eyes seemed to burst out of flames, burning Zhao Quan to the point that there was not even ash left.

The lame old ghost first stared at Zhao Quan angrily, then sneered again after a while, and said, "You want to use my head and sell it to myself to buy that little girl."

"But my head is on my neck, how are you going to sell it to me?"

Zhao Quan said: "If you don't believe it, I can take it off first."

The lame old ghost didn't speak, and neither did the others in the lobby.

The brightly lit and bustling inn lobby suddenly became audible.

Xiao Xiao
On winter nights, there is always a cold wind and a bleak wind.

I don't know which window was not closed properly, a gust of wind swirled and blew into the lobby.

Shen Miaoer only felt a chill on the back of her neck, and looked in the direction of the lame old ghost, but there was no one there.

I secretly thought it was bad!

He hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhao Quan who was not far away.

Zhao Quan stretched out his palm suddenly, wisps of cloud air permeated the air, but suddenly there was only a surge of cloud air, which was caused by someone passing by.

"Got you."

Zhao Quan turned his palm into a fist.

The wind and frost hit the face!

The cloud suddenly condensed, turned into water droplets at an extremely fast speed, and condensed into frost again.

Frost and snow are flying!

The frosty air rushed towards his face, and the lame old ghost felt that his whole body had been penetrated, he was frozen stiff, and his joints were stiff and difficult to move.

A fist covered with extreme frost appeared on his chest.

The lame old ghost wants to dodge, and he is also the best at dodging.

But this time, he couldn't escape no matter what.

Bang!
The heavy fist hammered on his chest, shaking the condensed hoarfrost into powder.

The lame old ghost suddenly shot backwards, and the blood splashed from his mouth and nose turned into bright ice crystals in the air.

Swish!
A light flashed.

Indole!
Arrived almost at the same time as the lame old ghost.

The body of the lame old ghost flew upside down and hit a wooden post.

Then he slid down slowly and collapsed to the ground.

But his head was gone.

On the wooden pillar, a cut-off knife was deeply inserted into it, and a human head was in full bloom on the shiny knife surface.

Zhao Quan didn't bother him, his gaze was still on the sleeping girl inside the box.

The burly body slowly stepped forward and carried the girl out of the box.

In the arena, almost everyone has stood up at this time.

Almost everyone's eyes were on Zhao Quan.

The lame old ghost's blood was still flowing, and the smell of blood was still in the air.

At this time, there was a murderous aura in the post station.

Shen Miaoer stepped forward and said, "Stop!"

She stared at Zhao Quan: "Don't you just want to leave like this?!"

Zhao Quan turned his head to look at Shen Miaoer, and said, "I have returned his head to him, so you need to ask him for your silver."

Shen Miaoer clenched her teeth, "But he is already dead!"

Zhao Quan said: "Brother pays the debt, he still has three older brothers."

Shen Miaoer seemed to have given up, she took a deep look at Zhao Quan, and said, "You and the one in your arms can only leave the station tonight, you can figure it out."

After all, wave your hand.

Go straight to the back door.

The six sons and a group of members of the Black Water Sect all hurriedly followed.

After Shen Miaoer left, Zhao Quan found that both the front door and the back door were blocked.

(End of this chapter)