Chapter 405 The Scorpion

There is a southern merchant who goes to Linqu every year to buy scorpions in a huge number.

Local residents hold wooden pliers, go into the mountain to explore caves, dig stones to find holes, search for scorpions everywhere, and sell them to merchants.

This year, the businessman came again and stayed in the inn.

Suddenly, my heart beat and gasped, and my hair was creepy. I quickly said to the shopkeeper, "I have killed too much in my life. At present, the Scorpion King is looking for me for revenge. Please help."

The shopkeeper looked around and saw a huge urn in the corner. He ordered the merchant to squat on the ground and cover him with a huge urn.

Not many, a man broke into the house, with yellow hair like grass and a ferocious face, questioning the owner, "Where are the southern merchants?" The shopkeeper said, "He's out."

The man searched around, couldn't stop sniffing, sniffed three times, and went out.

The shopkeeper was relieved and said, "It's finally all right."

Open the huge urn and see, the merchant has turned into a pool of blood.