Ancient Wu killer mixed city

In the small restaurant in front of the school, various cars were parked in front of it, and a bald man with a scar on his face walked in surrounded by everyone.You stay outside, he said softly, everyone stopped together, standing in two rows outside the door.

"Red, come with me." The bald man said to a young man with tall red hair.

"Okay", the young man nodded, a leather vest was put on his upper body, and the metal objects on it jingled.He looked very respectful, but the naturally raised corners of his mouth couldn't hide his inherent arrogant personality.He reached out and took out a few bottles of good wine from the car, and followed closely behind Sang Biao who was walking in front.

"Brother Biao", when the guy behind the counter saw him coming in, he hurried forward to greet him.

"Where is the old man?" Sang Biao nodded to him.

"Inside." He pointed to the back room.

Sang Biao walked to the door and stretched out his hand to ask for it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he backed away.

"Call for me." Sang Bian reached out and took out 200 yuan, with a grim expression.

"Okay," the clerk took the money with a smile, "wait a moment." He walked quickly into the back room. [

"Uncle Ghost..." The young man opened the door a crack and looked inside.

"What are you looking at!" A pair of slippers hit him directly on the face, the man was in pain, and hurriedly covered his face, and when he leaned back, one person reached out and caught the flipped slippers without haste.A pair of dark and dry hands.

"Brother Ghost." Sang Biao, who was sitting in the living room, hurriedly got up together.

"Grandpa." The red-haired boy also bowed.

"Why are you looking for me?" Uncle Gui came out wearing a pair of baggy shorts and holding a long pipe.With his hands behind his back, he tugged on the big worn-out slippers, completely ignoring Sang Biao.Sang Biao stood aside obediently, without any temper at all.

"Brother Ghost, something went wrong." Sang Biao said tentatively, in front of the old man like a child about to see a teacher, he didn't know where to put his hands.

"What's the matter?" Uncle Gui reached into his pocket and took out a little tobacco leaf, and stuffed it neatly into the pot of the pipe.

"Hmm..." Sang Biao hesitated how to say these words.

"Say something quickly, don't delay my business." Uncle Ghost reached out and felt in his pocket, but there were no matches.

"Xiao Huang, dead."Sang Biao lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

When the old man heard this, his groping hands immediately froze.He looked up at the frightened Sang Biao, then at the red hair standing beside him, and slowly put the unlit cigarette pouch on the table, "How did you die?" His voice was very small, as if he was suppressing something.

Sang Biao instinctively took half a step back, "I don't know either."

Uncle Gui suddenly raised his head, pinched the corner of the table with his left hand, and rattled!There was a cold light in his eyes, and murderous aura filled the hall for a while.

"Brother Ghost!" Sang Biao knelt down on the ground with fear all over his face. "I really don't know!" !"

"Get up," Uncle Gui closed his eyes and didn't help him. [

"Get up!!!" Uncle Gui saw that he was not moving, and the loose skin on his face was trembling.

"what happened."

Sang Biao's bald head glistened with water, and the fat on his stomach trembled. He reached out and patted Hongmao's arm, "Quick, hurry up and bring someone in."

Standing aside, the embarrassed red hair immediately nodded and walked away.

After a while, he walked in with a person on his own.He is a wise man, knowing that such a scene cannot be seen by the brothers outside the door.He was covered in blood, but he didn't complain at all.

With a splash, the man on his shoulder fell to the ground. This man was covered in blood, and his face was so bruised that he couldn't see his face clearly. "Tell me what's going on!" Sang Biao kicked him and growled.

"Brother Biao, I'm telling the truth."He coughed something out of his throat. "I really don't...don't know..."

"I hate you..." Sang Biao raised his stomach and wanted to hit him again, but Uncle Gui stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Tell me what's going on." Uncle Gui's voice was sinister and slightly hoarse.

"I..." The people on the ground barely opened their swollen eyes and looked at Sang Biao through the narrow gap.

"Look at me jb! Boss is asking you!" Sang Biao glared at the man.

"When I went...to pick him up, he...he didn't come out...then, then...there was a big pool of blood in front of the door..." He intermittently recounted the scene of that day, and he didn't know what was in his lung lobe Tumbling, the entire respiratory system is like a broken bellows.

Uncle Ghost looked at his swollen eyelids, and when he frowned, he put his hand on his shoulder. "What did you do?"

"We..." He looked at Sang Biao again, the flesh on Sang Biao's face was twitching, and he didn't speak with a sullen face.

The people on the ground understood, "Ah!" With a scream, Uncle Gui's sinister face was pressed against his eyes, and his thumb was deeply embedded in his shoulder. "Don't play tricks..." His voice stopped every word, not loud but very clear, the old voice was harsh like iron plates rubbing against each other, like a ghost that just crawled out of hell.

"I asked what you were doing."

"Brother Biao, Brother Biao asked me..." The man's brain was working rapidly.

Another buckle in the old man's hand!

"Watch Fangqing!" He was so painful that he was about to pass out, and he called out without thinking.

Nima, Sang Biao greeted all eighteen generations of this guy's ancestors in an instant, and he immediately fell to his knees again as soon as he stood up. "Brother Ghost! I'm sorry! Please spare me!"

The old man pulled his hands away from the man's shoulders and wiped them with a paper towel on the table. He looked much calmer now.

"What I said, do you remember?"

"Remember!" Sang Biao pinned his bald head to the floor, "Please give me another chance!"

"At most three days, find out who did it for me." Also, the old man paused, "Stop messing with that woman." "That man hasn't died yet! That!" He stood up abruptly, stomping Toes pointed at Sang Biao's face and yelled.

"Yes... yes... I will definitely..." Sang Biao seemed to be pardoned.

"Get out!!!" The old man pointed at the door, his voice trembling.

"Take him away too!!!" Seeing that Sang Biao was running away in a hurry, he kicked the person on the ground again, and this kick kicked the person up into the air, and fell out along the half-covered doors.

"Uncle Ghost..." Seeing them going out, the man hurried forward.

"Wipe the floor clean." The old man looked wearily at the bottles of old wine brought by Sang Biao, leaned back on the rattan chair, and stopped talking.