Death Sutra

“Zhang Wei?” Shi Qingjue was very surprised. “You are... that Zhang Hao?”

Zhang Wei is serious but slightly exhausted. "What good is it to pretend to be in this place?"

Shi Qingjue was no longer surprised, but feared. He had already reminded Gao Yang not to leave the military office too far. I really regret that I did not insist at the time. "You, hello."

"Well, do you think the two of them will win?"

Shi Qingjue glanced at the scene, and more than a hundred people surrounded the circle, cheering for the upcoming gambling, making a bet, leaving a vacancy in this wine table, and several swordsmen maintaining order. Convenient for the Sovereign and others to watch, from afar, Gao Yang seems to understand the rules here, while promoting his legs and legs, while selling himself to the audience.

"How much is there, what do you want, one arm? One leg? One life..."

The opposite man is silently showing strong muscles and a firm expression.

"I don't know." Shi Qingjue answered quickly, and he hoped that there would be no duel.

"People don't know and the onlookers are clear, let me choose for you. You feel that your opponent will win, so you will put two hundred and two silver coins on him. I am optimistic about your friends, and I will also be bet on two hundred and two. Let's bet. , has nothing to do with others."

The young knifeman around Zhang Wei waved his hand, and the pub folk quickly took a few silver coins and placed them on the table.

Shi Qingjue waved his hands again and again. "I believe that Big Brother, I don't want to bet, I, I have no money."

"Nothing." Zhang Yan looked at the crowd with a cold look. "You will find that there are so many things that can be exchanged for money in Saitama City."

Without waiting for Shi Qingjue to react to the meaning of this sentence, Zhang Wei gently tapped on the table, and the knifeman had been observing the actions of the lord, and immediately issued instructions to the brawny in the field.

The gambling started, this is the easiest way to play. Like the combination of wrestling and rogue fights, straight and straight, fists squeaking on the body, no complicated moves can be used, but there are rules, Shi Qingjue looked a few eyes. It was discovered that Gao Yang and the Zhuang Han still applied a lot of martial arts routines, but only intercepted the pieces, and the enemy did not prepare for sudden emergence, never dragging the water, and not giving the other party time.

The two are evenly matched, Gao Yang is taller, but no opponent is strong. After a few strokes, Gao Yang’s nose is punched. Blood splashed, Shi Qingjue immediately turned his head and didn't want to see it again.

Zhang Hao looked indifferent, as if he had already seen this kind of scene, and had no interest in the front of the paving. He only wanted to see the last **, "The cattle and sheep graze, the tiger wolf eats meat. Everything has a way to survive, Yuyucheng The 'dao' is killing. You see, everyone knows the danger, but some people still participate in the gambling. Some people come to Saitama City from all directions, for this reason, to stop the killing is to kill the Yuyu City."

Shi Qingjue finally understood where Gao Yang’s theory was learned. He admires Gao Yang, but he does not have a good impression on the former Tianshan patriarch. "Because you are the audience, it is only money, but it is someone else who is desperate. So you think that killing is normal, you don't feel the same."

Zhang Wei gave a short smile. "Everyone has their own way of survival. You feel that I have paid less, but I feel that you are a weak and incompetent person."

In the field, Gao Yang took another punch, and the figure was blocked by the crowd. The shouting and the curse sounded together. After a while, Gao Yang rushed up again, and the move was even more unconventional.

Shi Qingjue bowed his head and had no other means of calming down. He could only whisper and chanting, and did not refute Zhang Wei’s depreciation.

Zhang Wei also seems to be boring, so I won’t talk for a while.

Shi Qingjue didn't want to see the cruel duel, but the audience's ups and downs still kept coming into the ears and showing him the situation on the field.

Screams, applause, another melee is over.

Shi Qingjue couldn't help but look around. Gao Yangzhen strode over. The upper body of the ** was covered with blood. He raised his arms from time to time and accepted the cheers of everyone, especially those who won money in him. hero.

The loser was blocked, only the screams came out.

Gao Yang walked to the table and glanced at Shi Qingjue. His eyes stopped on Zhang's face, his right fist hung over a wine bowl, and he let go, and everything fell.

Shi Qingjue glanced at it and immediately bent down and spit. It was clearly an eyeball and seemed to be still glaring at him.

Gao Yang’s mouth was slightly warped, and it became more and more fierce. He grabbed the wine bowl and slammed it into his mouth. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

Shi Qingjue just stopped breathing and looked up at the scene. He bent under the table and spit it up.

Many people gathered around to cheer for Gao Yang’s performance, while others cautiously pretended to be invisible. Zhang Wei was indifferent. “Congratulations, you won, but your friend lost to me two hundred and two.”

Gao Yang's eyebrows erected and grabbed Shi Qingjue's arm to pick him up. He screamed: "What happened? Didn't you win me? You don't believe me, or look down on me?"

Shi Qingjue vomited, and it took a while to wake up. Looking at the high-faced Gao Yang, he almost vomited. "I, I didn't take it, he took out the money himself, I have no money, I... I... ..."

"I believe in you." Gao Yang loosened Shi Qingjue and re-examined Zhang Huan. This is a decaying old man who can kill him with a punch, but the young knifeman around him - Gao Yang only glanced at him and dismissed him. The idea of ​​the field, "What do I win? All for you."

"You won one hundred and two, and the bet is two hundred and two." Zhang Wei did not look up, as if he did not stand in front of him.

"Accounting."

"Humph."

"I will play another game. If I win, it will be enough. You can find someone."

In Shi Qingjue's view, Gao Yang is no different from the devil, but this is a demon who speaks loyalty. "No, don't fight again. I will go to withdraw money and come back soon."

Shi Qingjue stood up and several swordsmen came up. Gao Yang’s eyebrows were straighter. "I still don't believe that I can win? His grandmother, Laozi is addicted. Tonight, don't play enough. Hit it ten." Eight games, winning enough money, I will take you to stay in the lane!"

Gao Yang just said casually, Shi Qingjue was red-faced, and did not wait to open again. Gao Yang pressed back to his seat, shook his head and shouted loudly to everyone in the pub: "Who is here?"

No one answered, Gao Yang said: "A group of kings and scorpions, light will shrink, will not stretch their heads?"

"I am coming." said the young knifeman around Zhang Wei. Get up and squat to the lord, untie the narrow knife at the waist and put it on the table.

Gao Yang seems to be a little scared of him. "You come? You are not..."

"There is no rule to say that no one can participate." The knife faintly said, walking to the field, there is no usual cheer. There are countless excitement and temptations.

Gao Yang glanced at the knife on the table, and his mouth curled up again. Before going to the game, he did not forget to tell Shi Qingjue, "Don't make another bet."

Shi Qingjue nodded desperately, but he couldn’t tell if he was afraid or grateful to the tall brother.

The two played, the young knife stood still, only Gao Yang alone showed the eloquence and muscles to the audience, but no one bet.

Shi Qingjue became more and more uneasy, and a word came from the surrounding whisper. "This person is looking for death, dare to compete with the party..."

Fang Shiyi, Shi Qingjue found that the name was a bit familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly remembered that this was one of the nine people who participated in the competition of the city. He couldn’t help but scream, and stood up and just wanted to stop the duel loudly. But it was pressed again.

An old swordsman stood behind him, he was. In the dark alleys, Shi Qingjue was hijacked, and later he was pointed to the acupuncture point by the old man.

"He likes money and women," said the old knife.

Zhang Wei turned and asked: "Give you money and women, will you honestly tell all the secrets?"

Shi Qingjue shook his head. "I swore to the lotus master."

Zhang Wei pointed at the two people on the field. "Let's see what he is afraid of."

Gao Yang first made a move, and he knew that his opponent was a famous enemy. If it is a knife, he immediately surrenders, but he is close to the body, he feels that he may not lose.

This is just that he feels that the young knife and the singer have looked at Zhang Wei. Understand that this is the speed of the battle speed.

Reaching, stepping, holding, twisting, and a few simple actions, Fang Shiyi not only avoided Gao Yang’s attack, but also twisted the enemy’s left arm behind him.

In front of the opponent who is lowering himself, Gao Yang is as weak as a baby, and the right hand is vainly fighting back, without any effect.

Fang Shiyi once again looked at Zhang Wei and waited for his order.

Onlookers’ screens, many people simply bury their heads and drink, they like to walk on the edge of killing, but when they cross the border, they prefer to keep their distance.

Zhang Wei sighed softly. "This should not be my responsibility. I feel as unfair as you. Many big things are happening. I am trapped in a small pub and interrogate an insignificant monk." Hey, the killing here is unsightly and can only satisfy the eyes of ignorance."

Fang Shiyi gradually exerted his strength. Gao Yang’s screams seemed to be bigger than the previous losers, but he did not ask for mercy.

Shi Qingjue's face changed and shouted: "Stop! Stop! You, what you want to know, ask."

Zhang Wei waited for a while before waving to Fang Shuyi to stop. "You wrote a roster to the Dragon King."

"Because I wrote half of it, the Dragon King returned to him, and the Dragon King returned it to him."

"All still? One did not stay?"

"Should be." Shi Qingjue couldn't give a definite answer. The **** was as uncomfortable as a needle. It seemed that there was something forced him to stand up and do something for the screaming Gao Yang, but the old knife stood. Behind him, he bound him like a tight airtight cage.

"Which sorghum have you written down? Just sign the name."

Shi Qingjue has not yet opened. Gao Yang suddenly launched a counterattack on the field. His right arm was dislocated and he gave him room for maneuver. His heart was occupied by anger and completely ignored the gap of strength.

Fang Shiyi instinctively reacted. In an instant, Gao Yang’s left arm’s bone was broken into several pieces, and it was softly hanging down. He was still not convinced, opened his mouth to bite, and was held by the enemy to hold the neck stalk and kneel on the ground.

Shi Qingjue could no longer resist the impulse of the heart, half turned, and the old knife in the boxing abdomen, then picked up Zhang Wei, the right palm grabbed his neck and said loudly: "Let the big brother, let it go!"

The old knife passenger flew out and fell to the ground without moving. I never thought that the monk who had no rebellious ability before would have such great strength.

Zhang Wei did not expect it, but he did not panic at all. "Monk, killing is not so easy."

Fang Shiyi was hinted that one foot stepped on and Gao Yang’s right leg was broken.

(Seeking for a recommendation) (To be continued.)