Chapter 145 set fire to the mourning hall

Xiao Yuer felt that the drunkard didn't believe it and said seriously, "Monk friend, I really didn't lie to you. Brother Ma has brute force. When I saw him carry water to feed the horse, he could lift many buckets of water in one breath without rest. Before going up the mountain, Brother Ma was often bullied by other beggars and his things were robbed by other beggars. Go, he never snatched it back. Brother Ma doesn't know how to do martial arts.

When the drunkard heard Xiao Yuer say this, he laughed and said, "What's the difference between strong strength and martial arts? That foot just now, if it were an ordinary person, he would have knelt down long ago. Brother, you can't reveal it.

Han Ruoli stood there in a daze and refused to say anything. Master Void said, "Don't be rude."

The drunken monk stopped, and Han Ruoli whispered, "I'm full." Turn around and walk outside. Xiao Yuer politely said goodbye to Master Void and others, saying, "Master Void, Master, and big monk friends, I'm full. Eat slowly."

Master Void laughed and said, "You're welcome, Xiao Yuer. Go and see your friend."

Xiao Yuer blinked her big eyes and nodded, chasing Han Ruoli and ran out. Everyone in the sect did not understand why Xiao Yuer was so interested in a beggar. In fact, Xiao Yuer was just very soft-hearted. He sympathized with Han Ruoli. He saw that Han Ruoli was always unhappy. Her idea was very simple. I hope Everyone around me is happy.

Master Void looked at Xiao Yuer's Beiying and said with admiration, "Brother Pan, you have a precious apprentice. I really envy you."

Old Pan, the head of the Shushan School, is also very proud, and Xiao Yuer is his pride.

Han Ruoli did not go back to the room, but went directly to the stable, holding a few bundles of horse grass as usual and adding forage to those horses. Xiao Yuer caught up with her and saw Han Ruoli working there, which was more like being angry. She also picked up a large bundle of horse grass, learned from Han Ruoli, and put the horse grass in the manger.

Han Ruoli saw that Xiao Yuer's clean body was stained with a lot of straw and said, "Let me do it. You sit aside and have a rest."

Xiao Yuer said, "Brother Ma, I know you must be very unhappy. I'll help you feed the horse. You will be happy if you take a break."

What is the logic of this? After a break, he will be happy. Han Ruoli thought the little girl was too cute and said, "I'm not unhappy. Why are you still happy after such a good meal?"

"But they all wronged you, and the eldest brother let you kneel down. Don't blame the eldest brother. He just misunderstood you. I know you didn't paint that picture.

Han Ruoli said to Xiao Yuer, "You see, your body is dirty. Take a break, and I'll chat with you after feeding the horse."

Xiao Yuer nodded, and Han Ruoli actually said three words to her this time, instead of the usual "Yes!" Uh-huh! I know!" No!" Don't..." to answer herself with such words. Thinking of this, Xiao Yuer was particularly happy. She sat by her chin and watched Han Ruoli feed the horse.

After adding horse grass, Han Ruoli filled the water in the wooden barrel, and finally put the horse manure in a bamboo basket and poured it out with a basket of horse manure on his back. When I came back, I felt that my body was smelly. I squatted opposite Xiao Yuer and looked at Xiao Yuer.

Xiao Yuer asked doubtfully, "Brother Ma, why are you so far away from me today? But what about sitting next to me?"

Han Ruoli said, "I just carried a basket of horse manure, and my body stinks."

Xiao Yuer said, "Xiao Yuer doesn't dislike you." He grabbed Han Ruoli and sat next to him, and began to chat with Han Ruoli. The two chatted late before returning to their rooms.

The moon is like a hook, and the sky is dark. Han Ruoli stood in front of the window and looked at the sky and sighed. Who will be unlucky today? He took out the kitchen knife from under the bed, hung it on his waist with a cloth bag, and left the Shushan School while feeding the horse in the middle of the night.

In Shushan Town, didn't those people say that Lei Wanzhi came, and the white-haired banshee scared away? However, I have to kill him alone tonight to use it for Li Wei.

Running all the way to Shushan Town, I found that I was not very tired. Thinking of what I saw in a little book, those martial arts masters would adjust their breathing with their breath when running, so that they would not change their breath, let alone feel very tired. I accidentally learned to use my internal skills. Han Ruoli was really surprised and happy.

I came to the inn and saw that the first floor of the inn was changed into a mourning hall. Lei Wanzhi's son was lying there, surrounded by many people guarding the mausoleum. It was really unwise to kill people at this time. There is a good saying that if you come, you will be at peace. Han Ruoli is the first to come, and you must let another person "an zhi". Only when you die can you be completely "anan zhi".

Han Ruoli grabbed the squirrel out of his clothes, looked at his dull eyes, and told him his plan.

He nodded in a daze and cooperatively, and Han Ruoli began to pinch his throat and learn to bark like a cat.

After screaming three times in a row, the people inside began to feel restless. A timid guy said, "Listen, is this a night cat barking?"

A big man said, "Are you afraid of wild cats? How old is your mother's child?

The man whispered, "Don't you know? Dead people are very afraid of this. Night cats are easy to cheat corpses.

"Fraud corpse! Fraudulent corpse! Blow up your grandma's head." The big man was unhappy and scolded, "You said there was a night cat, so you go and catch it for me."

At this time, Dumb deliberately flashed past the front of the mourning hall. Those people turned their heads at the same time. At this time, Dumb had already hidden. The big man said, "Black! There is also a fucking cat, just in time to catch a big tooth sacrifice.

The man who spoke before had trembled and said, "Don't go out. If the black cat is very unlucky, we just don't let the black cat pass the moon from the prince."

"Shut up!" The big man didn't care at all. He walked out of the door of the inn, and the remaining few people didn't want to come out. Originally, it was unpleasant to guard a dead man. Just now, when I heard the man say that the black cat was unlucky, they were still afraid and became angry for a moment.

The man whispered, "There is such a tradition in our hometown. There is a black cat near the body, which is very unlucky."

The big man came out and found that the squirrel flashed through the grass and went up a tree. The big man chased after him without thinking about it. When the man approached the tree, he found a man standing by the tree. It was just too dark to see clearly. When he walked in, he found that the man was wearing a night clothes and integrated with black.

Han Ruoli looked straight at the big man. The big man broke out in a cold sweat, patted his chest and said, "I'm scared to death. I thought it was a ghost. Who are you?"

"You don't deserve to know!" After saying that, the kitchen knife in Han Ruoli's hand scratched the man's throat. The man covered his throat with his hands and stepped back two steps. His eyes were full of differences. He couldn't believe that he had died like this. Until now, he didn't even see clearly what weapon Han Ruoli was using. I wanted to shout, but I couldn't say anything. My mouth was bleeding and flowing down my chin.

Han Ruoli didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. He stepped forward and grabbed the big man's hair and let his body fall down slowly. Dip your fingers in blood and write on the tree, "White-haired fairies kill all the dog thieves in the world." Every time you kill someone, you have to leave these words.

After killing this person, Han Ruoli wanted to go back. Seeing the body of Lei Wanzhi's son lying in the mourning hall of the inn, he came up with another bad idea. He found a pile of firewood and set off a fire as soon as possible before he hurriedly left. On the way back, Han Ruoli was in a good mood. Since Ling Qianxue jumped into the cliff, It's the first time I've been so happy. I don't know how many people can be burned this time. Of course, the more burned, the better.

Han Ruoli originally wanted to go back quickly, but now, how much damage the fire was in the early morning? He couldn't see how many people were burned. That was a very disappointing thing. Anyway, it was relatively smooth today, so he hid in a tree and looked at it for a while. A group of people poured out of people in the inn, but no one took care of it. The body of Lei Wanzhi's youngest son, the words "flying separately in the face of great difficulties" can also be vividly reflected in these people, and Han Ruo left his heart and died.

Just as Han Ruoli was looking at it, two people appeared, and one of them said, "It seems that we are late again."

Han Ruoli looked down, and then the firelight saw that the speaker was a "robot". He only had half of his skull, and the other half of his skull was actually a bright iron skin. The man's left hand and right hand were iron. His left hand was a hook, and his right hand was an iron ball. Presumably, this person was mostly cut hands. I just returned to the prosthetic limb.

Another person said, "If you are late, there will be another time. As long as the white-haired banshee does not die, when will the eighth master arrive?"

"The Eight Master and Miss Shangguan will arrive tomorrow, and we still have a chance."

"The eighth master doesn't like to write poems and procrastinate. Since the white-haired banshee is still here, we will find her tomorrow."

"What's the matter? Are you sure?

"If you are not sure, you have to look for it. At least I don't want the Eighth Master and Miss Shangguan to scold us as rubbish."

"Hey!" With a sigh, he then said, "In the face of the white-haired banshee, I would rather be a waste."

"Let's go! The white-haired banshee is no longer here now. If others find it here, the gains outweigh the losses.

The two walked very strangely and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Han Ruoli couldn't see it in his eyes, but his ears could still hear it. He heard their footsteps getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

Han Ruoli began to wonder why they looked for Ling Qianxue? Who are the eighth master and Miss Shangguan in their mouth? Could it be Shangguan Yanran's girl?

(I was going to write a chapter today, but a reader "Brother Qiang" said that we can't live up to the readers' expectations. It's right to work hard and think about it carefully. Just stick to it and knock out the idea out. Facing the expectations of readers, it's my motivation to create and work hard! It has been 21 days since we contacted each other this month. Thank you again for your encouragement.)

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