Chapter 160 Counterattack

Ximenqing never thought that Wang An would behave like this. He thought that Wang An would be scared to death, and then chose a time when he didn't pay attention to tell Wu Song.

It turns out that I am the most timid person, and others are braver than me. No, they may just not know the horror of Wu Song. They don't know what Wu Song has done in the face of those invincible living corpses. They don't know how great Wu Song is in the hearts of the women in Yanggu County. Speaking of those women are with their men. When I was in bed, I once fantasized about the other party as Wu Song. This is also a very important reason why Ximen Qing has always been unpopular with Wu Song.

But... this kind of thing must have happened to others, so everyone is even more angry. It's just that it's inconvenient to say this reason. Wang Anxin also has this feeling. Well, it seems meaningless to investigate how the silver was sent now. Anyway, the silver has been delivered in front of the palm lamp. There is only glorious victory or humiliation waiting for me, and it is difficult to escape successfully.

"Wang An, let me ask you, do you really want to fight against Wu Song?" Ximenqing needs to be sure again. He feels that he is facing a real turning point in his life. Although he has hated many people from childhood to age, he has never made up his mind to collide head-on with each other. He has always been cowardly and timid.

"My boss, just tell me what to do. Our local people in Yanggu can't always let an outsider ride on his head and shout. I will definitely follow you, and I'm sure that our guys, even other merchants in Yanggu, will especially support this plan to move to Wusong. Businessmen are looking forward to the redistribution of benefits. Yanggu needs a new capital, a new president of the Chamber of Commerce, to redistribute those unreasonable benefits. The era when all the benefits are concentrated in one family has passed. Only the equal sharing of interests can stabilize Yanggu. Wang An sworely.

"Well, I'm relieved if you say so, then I'll think of a way to bring down Wu Song and discredit him." Ximen Qing twisted his chin. Although his mind was still empty, the confidence that he didn't know where he came from dissipated his fear.

"Then I'll call other guys now and ask them to press their fingerprints. They are determined and not resolute. Let's think of a way to control it. It's safer." Wang An suggested.

"No." Ximen Qing waved his hand: "Wu Song is born with martial arts. We can't win by the number of people. These people in our pharmacy are not enough for Wu Song to fight with one hand. In addition, this matter should be kept confidential, as long as you know it in a small range, so you don't want to spread it. If things succeed, you will take away the glory and interests you deserve.

"Thank you, boss." Wang An was very excited, and then he said awkwardly, "Since the owner regards me as his own person, I have something that I don't understand what's going on. I hope the owner can tell me."

"You can do as long as you speak." Ximenqing thought about what Wang An might ask. Now as long as he doesn't ask too confidential things, Ximenqing is ready to tell the truth. In this environment, it is meaningless to keep secrets.

Wang An frowned hesitantly and then said, "What Li Qiang said when he answered your question just now, 'It's past the time to hold the lamp'. At this moment, the owner didn't tell me. I know that Li Qiang has been in the pharmacy for a long time. He should be your person. You were asking him what you just said just now, but actually to test my details. I understand that you want to fight against Wu Song, but you lack a helper. After all, the shopkeeper is no longer there. Now I can tell you that I, Wang An, have more than 100 catties, have been handed over to you. Go in the fire, go in the water. Of course, considering the overall situation, there must be some things that can't be told to me, but within the scope, the small ones still want to know more, which can also share the worries of the owners.

"Oh." Ximenqing's heart moved. He carefully recalled the scene when he talked with Wang An in the afternoon. It seemed that he did not talk about this time of the palm lamp, but told them that the Pandian would send someone today, and then he would leave by himself. But... Li Qiang just said that 'it's past the time of palm lights'. There was indeed such a sentence, and then he changed his name back to his employer.

Ximenqing thought carefully and finally confirmed that he did not mention the time of the palm lamp in this process.

The fox's tail finally appeared at the moment it was about to turn around and escape.

"Oh, it's nothing, but when I met Li Qiang in the backyard, I told him that you can't call me the owner before I hold the light." Ximen Qing casually dealt with a sentence and appeased Wang An.

Wang An nodded: "So that's it. That little one thought so much. It's getting late. You vomited blood today and hurt your vitality. You need to rest more. The little one will leave first. Just call me if you have anything to do.

"Well, go to sleep. You are busy these two days." Ximen Qing nodded and signaled that Wang An could leave.

Ximenqing looked at Wang An's back and laughed. It seems that the woman has no other skills. Since Li Qiang is their spies, everything can be explained. This is neither mysterious nor terrible. However, Wu Song is not in a hurry to continue to investigate this matter now.

Wusong, Wusong, what is your "dead hole"?

Yellow Tiger

Huang Hu has always wanted to find Pan Jinlian, but he doesn't have time. He has been too busy these days.

The news came from reliable sources. It is said that Facebook Island has changed and thousands of people have disappeared. Although Facebook Island and the whole camp of faceless people are still stable, Huang Hu understands that if thousands of faces do not appear in this full moon in December, what awaits him will be a transformation of heaven and earth. Leather.

One question that Huang Hu still needs to think about now is that if there is really something wrong with this generation of Qianmian, then Pan Jinlian is no longer important. Such a woman, if not Qianmen's explanation, is really meaningless to her. She should decisively abandon her and return to Facebook Island day and night, in order to Prepare for possible changes. Huang Hu understands that Facebook Island and the faceless camp are not as irony as they appear. After thousands of years, more and more faceless people have hated living overseas, with unique skills, but have lived to slaves. This disappearance of thousands of faces is an opportunity to stimulate everyone's deep resistance and dissatisfaction.

What's more... It's still the era of red ghosts, and anything can happen in this era.

Huang Hu kept sending his cronies back to Facebook Island. He could not take care so much. In order to ensure that his actions would not be blocked by others, he deliberately sent his cronies in batches. Only in this way can you ensure your due position in the future before you return to Facebook Island.

Of course, after Huang Hu hesitated repeatedly, he still couldn't go back. In history, thousands of faces have also disappeared, and thousands of faces themselves are erratic. Maybe he is just testing other people's loyalty to the faceless camp. Indeed, after the disappearance of thousands of faces in history, there will always be some faceless people who die inexplicably. When death accumulates to a certain extent, thousands of faces will return again.

Through the recent news, Huang Hu has just learned that a lot of history has been tampered with by others, and some thousand faces have disappeared forever. When the new thousand faces appear, he will always say that it is the authority handed over to him by the previous generation. But who can know this? This made Huang Hu feel more anxious.

He wants to do one thing every day, that is, go to the kitchen, directly take Pan Qi away, then send him to the seaside, get on the boat, and go straight to Facebook Island. In this way, everything will become simple, and he also has plenty of time to face this possible changes. But if this is the case, it violates the sacred "three names" of Facebook Island. Before the last name is used, you can't be the master. You must let Pan Jinlian use the last name. After she desperately asks herself for help, this is the moment when the ship to Facebook Island should be Yang Fan.

Huang Hu also doesn't understand why the faceless have so many strange rules, but these rules have not changed for thousands of years, allowing the faceless to travel through history and time until now. You know, the faceless people on Facebook Island have seen countless entanglements and changes in the Central Plains power like boring spectators. Many people say they want to change and bring hope and a new life to others, but they will also slowly decay like people in the past until they are overthrown by new forces. The whole world goes on and on, like a snake biting its tail, it has circled for thousands of years, but the faceless step in place, but it will always exist.

If someone asks Huang Hu, will the faceless one day die? Huang Hu will not hesitate to tell the man that the faceless will always exist and will continue to exist as in the past thousand years. Until one day, the school city in the desert will be submerged by the sea, and Facebook Island will still exist, and thousands of faces will still lead the faceless, like ghosts, like farmers who cut rice in the farmland in autumn, harvesting those poor and helpless lives.

Anyway, Huang Hu knew that he couldn't wait any longer. I haven't been to see Pan Jinlian for several days in a row. I should go and have a look today. Maybe Pan Jinlian can't wait to say the third name. I just need to do it casually, and then lead her to leave as soon as possible. Although the Central Plains has good mountains and rivers, it is not as good as the ** brought to the yellow tiger by Facebook Island. Moreover, the current Central Plains is frozen in the mainland. When the spring flowers bloom, I will come back.

Huang Hu calculated the time. Today is November 19, and now it's time to go to the kitchen to get food at noon. He stood up, put on cold clothes, and opened the door.

In front of Huang Hu's door is a small school field, where some sergeants are kicking and kicking. It is the middle of winter. Although you can feel a little scorching sun when standing in the sun at noon, this heat does not make people feel full of vitality. On the contrary, it will make people in the cold more lazy. Huang Hu could see that the kicking movements of the soldiers on the school grounds were completely ineffective. When they saw themselves coming out, they seemed to fight hard with a few fists.

To be a bandit on Erlong Mountain is nothing more than to have a full stomach. For ordinary people, the pursuit is nothing more than to eat and wear warm, rob the rich to help the poor, and walk for heaven for heaven, which has no meaning for those who tremble in the cold.

However, Huang Hu didn't agree. Although all his men brought from Facebook Island have been sent back to Facebook Island, the rest of the actions are also very simple and can be completed by himself. These lazy people have no problem doing something ordinary. Their only advantage is that they are stupid and obedient.

"You, you, and you, count all, and go to the room with me to get something." Huang Hu pointed his hand at those people and turned his head to the officer standing on the campus and said, "Today, I will personally take people to pick up food. The food these two days is too bad. You people don't know how to communicate well with the half-day castle and let them bully us people from Zongzhai like this."

"Yes, leader." The officers and soldiers at the scene said in unison.

Huang Hu feels very good. Speaking of which, Pan Jinlian is quite think about herself. After losing the new army leader, she has saved a lot of things. However, what's the point of being the leader of these vulnerable people? The sheep will inevitably be hunted by the thinnest wolf. The level of advantages and disadvantages has long been established. No matter how hard you work, you can only earn hard within your own level. The lamb may become the head sheep, but it will never become the thinnest wolf.

The journey from the barracks to the room is not long. Huang Hu deliberately lingers. He wants to give his subordinates a feeling that he is just bored and goes to the room for a walk. It's not that there is nothing to go there. After all, during this period, the food of the new army was good, even better than the original soldiers of the half-day castle. The reason for complaining is not so reasonable to his subordinates.

But of course, Huang Hu also understands that as the leader of his level, there is no reason to complain, he just needs to open his mouth and complain casually. The soldiers will bear it silently no matter what they say, and they will also imagine it in a way that they think is reasonable.

Inferior people are close to each other in every way, and use all means to help others excuse others.

When Huang Hu arrived at the kitchen, there were already many other teams picking up food. This is exactly what Huang Hu intended. The more people there are, the more likely he is to create chaos. The more opportunities Pan Jinlian has to contact herself. After all, she has been looking for Pan Jinlian several times in a row. When the second name is used, she also came out alone with Pan Jinlian. Once the garbage in the room is noticed that something is wrong, it is likely that Threatening Pan Jinlian's safety.

Pan Jinlian's death is small. Once Qianmian comes back well and questions herself, it will be bad.

The yellow tiger walked straight to the crowd and separated the crowd with his hands. Most of the people who came to lead the team to get food were low-level officers, so Huang Hu's movements became more and more unscrupulous. When the officers saw Huang Hu's clothes, they did not dare to resist and had to retreat, so Huang Hu squeezed into the room without much effort.

"Who is in charge of you? That Deng or something, come out. Your grandfather is looking for you. Huang Hu stood at the door of the kitchen with his waist crossed.

Silent, no one answered. Even the soldiers who took the food calmed down. Huang Hu is very satisfied with this effect. In this way, Pan Jinlian must have thought of herself. She will definitely find a way to get close to her. In this hellish environment, she must be unable to use the third name.

Seeing that no one answered, Huang Hu shouted a few more times. At this time, a fat man in blue came over, with a hippie smile on his face and knelt directly on the ground: "Lead leader, Deng Bai, who didn't know how to fight with you, is dead."

Huang Hu was happy. Deng Bai killed him by himself. How could he not know this? Huang Hu said this to leave an impression that everyone has no brains and can't remember things. Anyway, these fallen warriors generally don't have many brains. Even if this personality is subordinate to the public, it will not attract any unnecessary attention.

"Oh, dead, are you the new stewman?" Huang Hu looked up and down at the fat man with a flattering look, but this man knew the rules and kowtowed when he came up. With this, he was almost the head of this group of scum.

"I'm going back to the leader... I'm not the master of the house." When the fat man in blue speaks, he has obvious hesitation, and it is obvious that he is thinking about something.

How could Huang Hu care about such a humble role? He just wanted to find Pan Jinlian quickly. What he thinks now is that it is best to find a new husband, and then lose his temper and say that pasta is difficult to make Pan Jinlian again. Pan Jinlian is expected to uncontrollably tell her the name of the new husband and kill such a humble person, which is both convenient and convenient. Otherwise, it would be troublesome for Pan Jinlian to think about it and figure out a difficult person like the leader of the new army. Now Huang Hu has no energy to think about how to play his killing art. After all, the matter of Facebook Island is imminent.

"What didn't you say when you came out?" Huang Hu spoke fiercely. He took a step and kicked the fat man in blue on the chest, kicked the fat man away like a ball and hit the wall.

This kick was not light. The fat man in blue struggled a few times before he reluctantly turned over and knelt down again. However, at this time, he could not straighten up and lay on the ground.

"Leader, the new master of the house is sleeping now and can't answer your questions." The fat man in blue has a weak voice, but he is much more sure than the tone he spoke before.