Chapter 123 Shaking

The fat man in blue took a few steps to Pan Qi's side and immediately fell down to bow down, constantly saying, "God is on top."

Pan Qi knew that the fat man in blue wanted to help him, but she also knew that she could not reach out to help him. This was a good time to lay down theocracy, so that all the fat man in blue could see clearly that their leaders were kneeling to him.

The fat man in blue bent down and glanced up. At this time, Pan Qi was standing with his hand on his back. He had already done half of his kneeling. The fat man was also shrewd and turned the original kowtow to one knee, which made it much easier in etiquette, while the other men of the fat man in blue were not so fast. Naturally, when the leader gave a heavy salute, he could not stand by, so he really kowtowed to Pan Qi.

When the entourage had basically kowtowed, Pan Qi gently helped the fat man in blue with his hand and made a gesture to get others to get up. This absurd worship of the shrine in hell came to an end.

"Enlighten the envoy." The fat man in blue bent down and spoke loudly. Obviously, he hoped that everyone could hear it. The advantage is that if there is any mistake in the so-called Blood God, these people will think that the culprit is Pan Qi. But the fat man in blue also ignored it. If there is no mistake, all people believe in Pan Qi. I'm leading some believers of the god of blood to worship the stars.

This is Pan Qi's expected statement. Pan Qi put his hand on the head of the fat man in blue, making his body unable to straighten up: "Worship to the god of blood, and the god of blood will protect you from the slaughter of his great sword." After saying that, he took his hand down. This is still the girlhood of Qinghe. Pan Qi used to play a trick when playing tricks on Haisha. When Haisha washes her hair or bends her face, she presses her head. No matter how hard Haisha is, she can't straighten her waist. Today's situation is the same. This absolute domination of fat people in blue will be deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.

Pan Qi finished speaking, withdrew his hand and looked at the fat man in blue with a smile.

"That divine messenger, can we start?" The blue fat man asked carefully.

"Yes." Pan Qi's answer was careless, and he even looked down at his nails, showing an extreme disrespect for the ceremony.

"Please also ask the envoy to preside over the ceremony for us. We have never worshipped the god of blood and need a good leader." The eyes of the fat man in blue flashed.

Pan Qi just wanted to agree, but suddenly remembered Mao Dan's instructions. Yes, there is no need to participate in this kind of activity for the envoy. And the behavior of the fat man in blue is nothing more than trying to tie things together with himself. Previously, it was easy to explain to the black-faced butcher, nothing more than what penetrated into this cult, but once they participated in the worship, it was difficult to explain the matter clearly. Maodan is really awesome. He always says that he is not good at words, but every time he can foresee the future key points of his conversation, and leave instructions in advance so that he can avoid risks.

However... Pan Qi's heart suddenly tightened, which also means that Mao Dan knows what the real purpose of coming out to participate in the ceremony is so difficult to bypass him and make some plans alone? A feeling of despair hit Pan Qi's heart. She felt that the young boy she was facing was not a simple boy, but a ubiquitous wind, silent and invisible, but knew everything.

"God, do you see?" The voice of the fat man in blue sounded again, and this urgent question also broke Pan Qi's thoughts.

"You worship the god of blood, that's your business." Pan Qi waved his hand. The God of Blood doesn't care how many believers there are, and God will not lead you into this door. Only by worshipping devoutly and worshiping yourself to the god of blood can you gain the power to survive. As a God, why am I responsible for you humble creatures? It's up to you."

Pan Qi turned around, faced the fat man in blue and shouted, "I hope you can seize the opportunity and hope you can survive." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Pan Qi walked back and thought that what he had just said was still too straightforward. Like a monk in a temple, he should say something mysterious and mysterious, but unfortunately he hasn't read many books and can't say anything too profound. However, on second thought, there are several educated people living in this hell. This kind of straightforward word should be the most appropriate. Hi, now that I have said it, what to think about? Pan Qi thought to himself that maybe he had been with Maodan for a long time. After nothing happened, Pan Qi paid more and more attention to analyzing the future development direction of the matter, and kept asking himself a question. If he did it again, could he do better?

At the moment he opened the door of the gang, Pan Qi had a new idea. Since the black-faced butcher's men had just seen him, he should first take a bite back and occupy the commanding heights of reason. Therefore, after Pan Qi entered the gang, he did not walk to his white case, but to the corner where the black-faced butcher was located. She kept telling herself to be angry, majestic, oppressed by the strong, and guilty.

After brewing a few steps, Pan Qi felt that his cheeks had become tight, and the human skin mask should have been stretched up tightly. It should be almost done.

The black-faced butcher is still there, but he is avoiding his eyes and is not as righteous as before. It's great that he is guilty. This kind of guiltyness represents the acquiescence to Pan Qi's power and power. What Pan Qi has to do now is to consolidate and clean up some troubles in the future.

Pan Qi sat straight on the haystack opposite the black-faced butcher and said coldly, "Do you think you have a long life?"

The black-faced butcher obviously did not expect Pan Qi to make such an opening remarks. His body trembled slightly, and there was already a trace of panic in the face of Pan Qi: "What do you mean? I didn't do anything?"

"If you don't believe what I said and want to verify whether the fat man in blue is really organizing a cult, you can send a secret whistle to see it twice. Who knows that you have sent out several with great fanfare. Do you know how much trouble this will bring to the whole plan?" Pan Qi's words are sharp, and the tone of questioning is more trembling than the cold wind.

"This... I want to know more about that fat man, and it will be easier to deal with him in the future." The black-faced butcher was no longer so reasonable when he spoke, and Pan Qi's tone worked very well. Moreover, he did not mention that Pan Qi also participated in the activities of the fat man in blue and his men. He sent so many detectives to return it in batches, so before Pan Qi came back, the black-faced butcher should have known most of what happened outside.

Good, he dares not challenge my authority. Pan Qi thought happily in his heart.

"What I want is the sudden collapse of the cult because of a little thing in daily life, not a deliberate plan. Emphasis is on chance. Your big investigation will continue to escalate your belief in the Blood God. This responsibility is not enough to offset even if you die 10,000 times. You probably don't know some ways to torture people in Erlongshan Zongzhai. Pan Qi sometimes listens to some stories of the green forest. In these stories, each cottage will have its own cell, and there are strange torture tools in the cell. Often as long as he listens to the use of these torture tools, he will make the interrogated person tremble in the wind like the leaves in late autumn. Pan Qi naturally doesn't know what's on Erlong Mountain, but it doesn't matter. Unknown fear is the most terrible.

"I don't think well, please forgive me." The black-faced butcher stood up and filled his cheeks in horror.

Pan Qi also stood up and stood on tiptoe and patted the black-faced butcher on the shoulder: "I am free to investigate the cult, which is also my task. Don't want to take my credit and ruin it. You should understand that I don't need anyone's consent to take your cheap life. After saying that, Pan Qi turned around and walked to the white case.

For a long time, Pan Qi's threat to the black-faced butcher was mainly to use the Erlongshan master village in his lies and the Erlongshan leader who did not know his name. After the black-faced butcher completely succumbed, Pan Qi began to change the concept and transformed this fear of authority into himself, telling The black-faced butcher can also easily take his life without passing through anyone. Although this authority will not penetrate the black-faced butcher, for him personally, he must be like a god to Pan Qi in the future.

This awe will not be weaker than the fear of the fat man in blue for God. After all, most of the time, real people are much more terrible than illusory gods.

When Pan Qi returned to the white case, the hairy egg had fallen asleep, and a dead grass by his mouth swayed up and down with a long breath. She feels that her accumulated physical strength has been astigmatism and hopes that there will be no more sudden ** situation tonight. If there is an accident, I'm afraid she won't even have the strength to lie.

"Don't overdraw your body. The plan needs to be completed step by step." The hairy egg muttered as if it were a dream, and his breathing was a little messy, but it immediately recovered for a long time. It seems that he only needs to change time in the blink of an eye from sleeping to waking up to falling asleep.

Pan Qi gently took down the dead grass on the mouth of the hairy egg and stared at the face of the prophet that belonged to mortal earth.

Wu Song

Erlang traveled all the way west, and the dark red comet always shone behind him. Wu Song looked back from time to time. He always felt that the star seemed to be an eye, staring at himself closely behind his back, like the feeling of light on his back made Erlang uncomfortable.

Rouge Lane is located in the northwest corner of Yanggu County, and it will take a while to get there from Wu Song's home. The girl's body is light and does not add any extra weight to the two sedan chairs. The two strong men have thick legs and feet, carrying the sedan chair like a trot. Wu Song has been busy in the past two days. Last night's fierce battle consumed a lot of physical strength. After a night's rest, it was impossible to fully recover, and the distance was slowly pulled away. Later, Erlang had to be a trot to catch up with this sedan chair.

Wu Song is a man with a good face. In addition, he is facing a relatively underground sedan chair man, and he is also rumored to be a hero with infinite martial arts. He really can't pull his face to make these two slow down. Even if he runs, he has to grit his teeth to follow. When Wu Song was jogging and was a little out of breath, the sedan chair suddenly stopped.

Erlang was stunned and looked around. There were no brothels here. There were some closed small businesses nearby. Did the people of Mochou Hall send his brother here? If so, that's great. I don't have to go to Rouge Lane, which also avoids the distress of being recognized. Even if my brother didn't blacken the Wu family too much when he visited the brothel this time. Erlang was overjoyed by his speculation.

He hurried over, stood next to the sedan chair bed, breathed smoothly, and then asked, "Girl, why did you let the sedan chair stop here?" Then look forward to the answer that comes from your inner guess.

The girl answered timidly through the sedan chair bed: "It's me... I stopped the big brother carrying the sedan chair. They said that you were running behind you, which is really outrageous. Well, Dutou, I'll follow you outside. You can sit in the sedan chair. After saying that, the curtain of the sedan chair was raised, and the girl came out of the sedan chair.

At this time, a cold wind blew, and Erlang felt that his trousers were blown through by the cold wind in an instant. When I came out, I just had to wear a coat, but I didn't change into thick trousers. Just now, I trotted all the way and sweated a lot on my legs. When the cold wind blew, the sweat seemed to turn into ice edges in an instant, which felt piercing and cold.

The girl also trembled in the cold wind, and obviously her clothes were thin. Think about it, how can the old lady of Mochou Hall dress so well for such a low-class unearned girl? The girl's heart is really good, and she is afraid that she will be tired. What a good person is not rewarded. She has such a good heart, but she is sold to the brothel. I must have a good discussion with Haisha. At worst, I must beg her to redeem the girl. Even if Haisha doesn't like to have a maid, it's good to give her freedom. Give her a sum of money, and then use her own identity to find a good person to marry her.

"The two people's feet are really tight." Wu Song punched the two sedan chairmen.

"I'm flattered. Our brother eats this bowl of rice and relies on this pair of feet to feed his wife and children. Although I have carried a sedan chair for half my life, I have never done it. They are all people who do great things. It's natural that they don't have as much foot strength as our brothers when they go out on horseback. The sedan chairman spoke neither humble nor arrogant, which made Erlang want to see it. He looked like a master he met when he was walking around the world.

"Wu Song is taught that he can't just ride a sedan chair when he goes out in the future, otherwise it will be difficult for me to keep one side safe." After saying this, Erlang gave a little explanation to the sedan chairman, and then turned his head and said to the girl, "You see, I'm not as good as these two. If you are outside, it's even worse. Besides, it's freezing. Your clothes are thin, and it's really freezing outside. When Erlang said this, his tone involuntarily brought a trace of pity.

"Well...that's all over, let's do this." The girl bit her lip tightly. This action was very cute. Erlang saw clearly in the moonlight and was a little crazy. I don't have much weight. These two brothers' legs and feet are so powerful that they all come up and take a sedan chair with me. After saying this, a touch of rosy appeared on the girl's cheek. She seemed to find her embarrassment and bit her lips gently.

The bright teeth bit the red lips twice, and the beautiful woman leaned against the door of the sedan chair under the moon. Shuo Fengtian was particularly drunk, but he regarded Yi people as old friends.

Wu Song is stunned.

"If you are tired of running, our two brothers can carry you. You just need to give a little more money. This girl is right. Her score is really light enough. To be honest, our two brothers seem to carry her as if they didn't carry it. It's really a shame to collect your money from an empty job. The sedan chairman spoke in a very bold tone, which made Erlang more and more intimate.

However, these reasons are not enough to convince Erlang. He still shook his head: "You two are good at lifting the sedan chair. I will pay more for the money, and I will carry another person back to my house later. The place of strength is still behind. I'll take your kindness. Let's go quickly. I want something to do." Erlang urged everyone to go on the road.

"All... all heads." The girl said, "After another cup of tea, it's time to go to Rouge Lane. The man is full of eyes, and the roadside is full of solicitors... Sister, I'm afraid it will be a lot of trouble for you to walk there without concealment, and it will also... give people a lot of words."

This is the reason why Wu Song can't refuse. Wu Song really felt that the girl was understanding. At this point, although Erlang did not want to admit it, the girl in front of him did do a little better than Haisha. No, Haisha is just not in good health. If she is in good health, she will care about and understand me a hundred times. She must be a good wife and a good mother of my child in the future.

"Is it really not far from Rouge Lane?" Wu Song asked the man carrying the sedan chair.

"Returning to the head, this girl is right. The time to walk another cup of tea is Rouge Lane. Our brothers have fast legs and feet, so I'm afraid we don't need a cup of tea. I also heard that you didn't go there to play, but to pick up people. Then you really should listen to this girl. The kiln sisters are all very **. When you walk through there, it is estimated that there are ten or eight big girls hanging on their bodies, which must be regarded as big news for those brothel guests. It is estimated that your visit to Rouge Lane at night will be told decently tomorrow morning. There will also be good people who say that you have had a few girls in one night and so on. Anyway, the storytellers and those who listen to stories don't care about whether things are true or false, and it's just enjoyable to talk about it. The sedan chairman spoke in the cold wind, and a mass of heat spewed out of his mouth, which filled the words with warm admonition.