mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 689: Poor Taoist Helps You

In fact, Wang Zuocai did not believe that Zhao Chuanxin was a member of the Laoshui.

The old man is secretive and prone to making trouble, just like a mouse in a dark corner who cannot see the light.

And this old man was wandering around like a second-rate man, so it was obvious that he couldn't be Lao Chouhui.

But Wang Zuocai was angry that he was rude and unwilling to pay for peace, so he wanted to teach him a lesson.

When taken to prison, there were many wealthy prisoners who were willing to spend money to cover their crimes and let this veteran pay for their lives.

Then you can make another fortune.

Because Zhao Chuanxin was extremely cooperative, they did not put handcuffs or shackles on him. They only semi-surrounded Zhao Chuanxin and escorted him to the cell.

While walking, Zhao Chuanxin listened to their small talk.

Zhang Fulin said: "According to records, there are more than ten households in the north of the city giving birth to babies, and it's time to pay the 'climbing donation'."

Zhao Chuanxin was confused when he heard this: "What is crawling donation?"

"Go your way and don't talk too much, or I'll teach you a lesson."

A patrol police officer said proudly: "Yesterday, two families secretly married their daughters. They wanted to get away without paying the bridegroom's donation, but we found out."

"Damn untouchables, land donation and land donation, no one can be missing..."

In addition to various donations, they also talked about widows and young wives.

"Zhang Yaoting, I passed by Widow Li's house in the south of the city a few days ago, and the widow even winked at me..."

"When the weather is hot and the earth is hot, it's the time when you're upset. She'll be careful to squeeze you dry when she's old."

"Hey, I still need to find a girl from a good family to get married and have children, preferably one with a big pussy."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted again: "Don't worry, sooner or later, you will meet a plump and fair-skinned beauty. She is gentle and considerate, and as beautiful as a flower. She doesn't think you are poor, she doesn't think you are so bad that you ooze pus, and she doesn't think you are ugly. It makes people want to vomit, they don’t want your bride price, and most importantly, they don’t want you either.”

I boil...

The patrolman was initially told that he was fanciful, and then he became furious.

"How dare you play tricks on me? You're an old man with thin skin and tender flesh. I'll put you in a wolf's den later and make you a rabbit!"

When they arrived at the cell, the patrol officers pushed Zhao Chuanxin and put him into a smelly cell with more than ten people.

"boom!"

The cell door was closed tightly and locked.

The patrolman said: "You can live as happily as you like with this man, and I will take care of him when he dies."

Everyone in the cell looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin clasped his hands behind his back and waited for the prison guards to go away, then he walked around with a smile on his face and said, "Who is the old guard?"

This is his real purpose.

No one spoke.

But they all looked at Zhao Chuanxin with bad intentions.

Zhao Chuanxin's skin has always been clean. Even though he lives in the desert, he has not been tanned, and there is no plateau redness or ultraviolet spots on his face.

Here it can be called a white lotus emerging from the mud.

No one answered here. On the contrary, someone in the cell next to him heard Zhao Chuanxin's voice and asked, "That Taoist priest, what are you going to do with me?"

"I have heard that the Laojihui are all heroes who are equal to each other. They are all pioneers in Liangzhou's fight against exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes. They pay attention to their sincerity, so..."

"So you want to join?"

"So Pindao asked casually, but was caught by the patrol police."

"..."

There was silence at first, then laughter.

Another voice sounded: "Taoist priest, you must have offended the patrol police of the government office, otherwise they would not have put you in that cell. Taoist priest, please wish yourself well."

Obviously, there was more than one member of the Laoshui being held in the cell next to him.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back and saw several dirty men standing up and surrounding him.

He bared his teeth and smiled: "I advise you not to come here. If you are beaten by a poor Taoist, will you be bruised and bruised?"

Several people showed lewd smiles and geared up: "Okay, Taoist priest, come and beat me. The harder you beat me, the happier I will be..."

"I have never heard of such a strange request in my life." Zhao Chuanxin rolled up his broad-sleeved robe and said, "I'll grant it to you."

He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed their chins with one hand, and closed his arms.

boom!
Their temples collided with each other, and they rolled their eyes and wondered whether they were alive or dead.

Zhao Chuanxin separated and bumped into each other again.Separate, hit again...

Repeatedly, their heads were bruised with blood and flesh, and their skulls were sunken.

It was as easy as holding two eggs and colliding with each other. They didn't even have the strength to resist.

The rest of the people stopped one after another, and retreated in shock...

I boil...

Is this Taoist priest a human or a demon?
From the cell next to it, there were only a few muffled sounds, and then silence.

They were curious and scratched their heads: "Taoist priest, how are you doing there? Why is there no movement?"

Zhao Chuanxin threw the two people to the ground: "Oh, these people are so scary, their eyes are bloodshot, and their bodies are shaking..."

Not what?Their eyes were bloodshot, they were not dead yet, and their bodies were twitching.

The man in the cell next to him said, "Taoist priest, if you join the Taoist Taoist Association before it's too late, I can save your life. Otherwise, these beasts will torture you to death."

The heart says that the eyes are bloodshot and shaking, this is excitement, they are really a group of disgusting beasts. "You're right. It seems that the only way to escape is to join the club. So... let's look at the end of this year."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his fingers at the remaining people: "Who else wants to be black and blue?"

Everyone retreated in unison.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and turned the Dragon Capturing Ring, and a prisoner who was about to surround him was sucked in.

The man screamed and flew towards him, just in time to grab two legs.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the opponent's ankles and moved his head up and down.

He raised his leg and kicked the opponent's chin.

click...

The prisoner's spine bent backwards and broke, making a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and he died in a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin threw it aside.

The remaining prisoners shouted: "The good guy next to me, I want to join the old men's club..."

"I'm in too..."

"Take me a..."

The people in the cell next to me were stunned... What's going on?
Zhao Chuanxin waved to the other four people: "Those who don't want to die, come here, stand up straight, and stretch out your left hand."

The four people who had just had ulterior motives were trembling with fear, not wanting to be the first to show up.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, and another person flew over.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the opponent's hair and violently threw it to the ground.

click...

"Again, line up and hold out your left hand!"

Seeing that they would die if they disobeyed, the three people no longer dared to resist and came out tremblingly.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Redemption Scepter and the Elf Carving Knife.

shuh...

The three fingers on their left hands were all cut off.

One person opened his mouth, his tongue trembling wildly, and just as he was about to cry out in pain, Zhao Chuanxin slashed at him with his knife.

click...

Throat broken.

Severe pain involving the nerves hit him. The man held his neck, his eyes popped out, and he staggered back. He couldn't die for a while, and he began to scratch the wall in discomfort, making a horrifying "squeaking" sound, which was horrifying.

The screams of the remaining two people were suppressed.

The remaining intact prisoners in this cell were huddled in the corner, not daring to show their anger.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of technology from his pocket and poured sand out.

Putting on the mud trowel gloves, he gathered the sand into a tower, built a stone chair on the spot, and sat on it with his legs crossed.

"Shh..." He stretched out his index finger. "Keep your voice down, I'm a poor man with a bad temper."

Everyone nodded with pecks of rice.

Zhao Chuanxin then asked the person in the cell next to him: "What do you call the good guy next door?"

"I'm Li Feihu!"

Li Feihu just heard a short scream, and then it became quiet again.

He knew something was wrong, and he screamed in agony, but it was probably not the Taoist priest who was injured...

So he didn't dare to entrust him.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Li Feihu, Pindao wants to ask you, are you a member of the Old Clan Club?"

Li Feihu was silent for a moment.

It is true that he is a member of the Lao Clan Association, but he was not arrested for this reason.

After thinking about it, he whispered: "If Taoist Master tells me what happened to you, I will tell you the truth."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a severed finger from the ground, stretched out the fence and threw it over.

Li Feihu picked it up, his pupils shaking.

"Speak now."

Li Feihu threw away his severed finger and took a deep breath: "Taoist Master expected it to be true. I am indeed a member of the Lao Ciao Association."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "How many old people are there in the prison in Liangzhou?"

"I don't know about this."

He knows and won't tell.

"If so, can you recognize it?"

"I recognize it."

"Okay, let's wait until dark."

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

I took out the "Old God Codex" and won't go into details.

(End of this chapter)