Luo nine needles

Chapter 158 Tracking Shadow

The Qiqiao Festival of people all over the world is not only lively in the capital city, but also brightly lit in big cities and small towns outside.

In the middle of the night in this small town, there are still many people playing on the street.

There is also a team of dragon lantern dancers running and tumbling on the street, attracting crowds to watch.

The dragon head walked through and stopped in front of a business.

An old man with a dark and red face came out surrounded by the shop assistants. He watched the dragon's head hovering in front of the door, leading the dragon's body to change its shape. Finally, the dragon's head was suddenly propped up high, and a ball of flames spewed out. Everyone applauded, and the person holding the dragon's head was clearly seen by everyone.

"Oh, it's the young master—" a shop assistant shouted.

The people around also recognized it and shouted, "It's the son of this family!"

The old man was startled, looking at the young man holding the dragon head, he seemed to shake his head helplessly, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Go, give Xiqian." He said.

A store clerk ran over with a smile, and he handed over the money as expected.

The young master was not polite either, he took the money by waving the faucet, and changed his movements again, which attracted chatter and laughter from all around.

"Is it the son of this family?"

"The young master still dances the dragon himself?"

"What do you know, this is Caiyi Yuqin."

While speaking, the young man held the faucet and came to the door again, spewing out a ball of fire again. At this moment, it seemed that there was a gust of wind, and the flame increased instantly, and with a loud explosion, it rushed towards the old man's face.

The old man's face was instantly swallowed.

Cheers turned to exclamations.

The shop assistants rushed to put out the fire, the young man holding the faucet yelled "Dad" and knelt down, the people around were scared and backed away, and some children even cried. The happy atmosphere suddenly became frightened, but some people were laughing.

It was a dark, thin man who looked like a loafer.

He didn't follow back either. He looked very eye-catching in the chaos. Someone pushed him next to him. He was a grey-haired old man, short and fat, wearing Taoist robes.

"Let's go." He said with a glare, and squeezed out of the crowd.

The black and thin man was reluctant but turned around and followed. The old man was severely burned, and the heart-piercing cries of the young man sounded behind him, and the crowd on the street was even more chaotic.

"It was burned."

"That's horrible."

"The street is not safe, go home quickly."

The joyful atmosphere was replaced by tension, and the thin black man who had already walked out of the street couldn't help laughing again.

"Hei Pi Si." The dumpy old man glared at him again, "What are you doing?"

The man called Hei Pi Si said: "What's so interesting about entertaining relatives in colorful clothes, it's interesting to burn relatives in colorful clothes."

After speaking, he laughed again.

The chunky old man frowned: "You are really idle, wasting a bolide."

Heipi Sihun didn't care: "Waste is waste. I haven't had any business recently, and my hands are itchy." Speaking of this, he also frowned, "Old Taoist Wu, what's the matter, why don't you let us do it? business?"

Wu Laodao flicked his sleeves: "It's not because Brother Zhu Sanlian lost his hand." Speaking of this, he also laughed, unable to hide his gloating, "The man was not killed, and Boss Zhu lost his hands."

Hei Pisi obviously heard about it too, he laughed, and pouted his lips in disdain: "Are you scared out of your wits? Instead of talking about revenge, you want to hide, and let everyone hide, why!"

"By the way, if we don't obey, we will never have any business!" Old Taoist Wu said, with a bit of nostalgia on his benevolent face, "You have forgotten how miserable our life was in the past. , was killed."

Hatred appeared on Hei Pisi's face, as well as faint fear, and he spat on the ground: "Damn the Mo sect, they are all gangster sects, why are you pretending to be noble, and they also hoe the strong and help the weak, and eliminate harm for the people, his grandma Yes, what the hell."

There was also a trace of hatred in Wu Laodao's eyes, but also with relief: "Fortunately, someone couldn't stand it later, and gave us a way to survive, as long as we listen to him."

They didn't believe it at first, they killers, desperadoes, how could they listen to other people's words, not to mention that they didn't know who this person was, and they could only see a note each time, which said the reward and the person who was ordered to kill.

According to the instructions of this note, if you kill people, you will not be hunted down by Momen, and you can still get paid, and there are many people who do not believe in evil and try not to follow the instructions to pick up business. The result is the same as before, and soon They were found and eliminated by those damn Mo Xia.

Everyone didn't try anymore.

This is also very good. If you have a business, you can make money and make money, and it is safe.

Desperadoes also want to live, and only by living can they enjoy themselves.

Hei Pi Si likes the current life very much. He even forgot that he was almost killed by Mo Tu when he just entered the industry before making money, but...

"The Momen is gone now, what are we afraid of?"

Although there is money to be made, it is always uncomfortable to listen to others to do business, as if they are dogs in captivity.

Hei Pi Si couldn't help but tugged on his collar to relax his neck.

Old Daoist Wu chuckled: "You think you're the only one who wants to get it? When something happened in the Mo Sect, some people did it. As a result, it was fine at first, but after more than a year of being free, these people were all killed one after another."

real or fake?Hei Pisi frowned.

These killers don't trust anyone except themselves, and they rarely call friends.

"Have you heard of Judge Lin and Huanggouzi these years?" Old Taoist Wu reminded.

Although he didn't communicate with each other, but he knew his name somewhat, Hei Pisi was startled, it was true, there was no turning back after becoming a killer, but there was no such thing as retiring from the world, there was only one reason for disappearing, and that was death.

"So, don't take any risks, just be obedient." Wu Lao said, "Don't worry about running out of business, as long as you live..."

As he spoke, he looked at Hei Pi Si, stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, and his voice was drawn out.

"... can always kill..."

Hei Pisi sighed: "It's just that there may be no money to collect... Isn't it, brother?"

Accompanied by these words, he raised his hand and slammed it back.

With a ding, a spark exploded in the night behind him.

The two of them walked while talking. At this moment, they had left the town and were walking in the wilderness.

In the wilderness shrouded in darkness, sparks rose, revealing a figure.

But the figure did not ignite as expected, because an iron hand stretched out to block the incoming bolide.

The bolide burned on the iron hand, and soon it lost its vitality like a fish out of water and fell to the ground.

"Boy, you have followed us all the way." Hei Pisi sneered, spread his hands, turned his body, and let out a strange cry, "Are you going to rob?"

Wu Laodao at the side took out a red and white dust whisk from his Taoist robe and waved it, the cold light flashed, and the night seemed to be split.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable," he said, "this benefactor should do good deeds on such a good day and festival."

Chief Meng Xi gently turned his iron hand, turning his palm into a fist, and looked at the two people in front of him: "Meng Xi Chief of Momen, eliminate harm for the world."

(End of this chapter)