Chapter 179 Eighty-eight Deadmen

"Enough!" Bai Choufei said with a smile.

Yueya was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Bai Choufei slowly picked up the seven taels of silver from the table, put it in his arms, and looked at Yueya and said, "I forgot to tell you one thing. In fact, your sister didn't lie. When I first entered the game, I entered the copy. For some special reasons, I was regarded as a flower picker by your sister.

"Is that person really you?" Yueya squinted at Bai Choufei, and then shook her head: "I don't believe it!"

Bai Chou smiled and said, "It's the same for believe it or not."

"Huh! Then why don't you come back to see my sister?" Yueya pouted and looked at Bai Choufei.

"How many girls can see a living flower picker. This is something that happened in a dream. It's a good thing to make a girl's young days full of fantasy and dreams. Why should I destroy it? Bai Chou smiled and said, "Even if I'm a bad person, I don't have to be a bad person who destroys a girl's dream."

"But you ruined my dream!" Yue Ya stared at Bai Choufei as if she was going to cry.

"I told you, I'm a bad person. Isn't it normal for bad people to do bad things? Bai Choufei said with a smile.

The moon bud stared at him angrily, and the other people's faces were also smiling. But he is obviously a little distracted.

Bai Choufei no longer talked to Yueya without saying a word, but his eyes looked at the three people whose faces slowly became anxious.

They are not here to drink, but to wait for someone.

They don't mind exchanging all their money for Bai Choufei, a person like whom they don't know at all, for absolutely no reason. It's just definitely not like what they said.

You should know that in this world, there are many problems that can't be solved with money. Some of these problems that can't be solved with money are due to the need for more money!

Yun Congfeng didn't take back the money he took out and still put it on the table. He is waiting for someone.

He didn't wait long.

Because there have been footsteps downstairs...

October 23.

Luoyang.

In the evening.

The sky is dead gray, the earth is also dead gray, and the magnificent Luoyang gate has been closed.

Lao Huang and A Jin, the soldiers who are responsible for patrolling around this street every day, killed a wild dog yesterday, collected money to buy two catties of knives, two catties of big cakes, and had a full meal, and wanted to go to bed early.

Neglecting duty and delaying the moment of the village, it is a death penalty of "decisive decision".

The military law is like a mountain. When Lao Huang was patrolling, he found that it was already half a minute late. At that time, he was scared into a cold sweat. He didn't even have time to fasten the buttons of the cotton-padded jacket, so he rushed to patrol.

"It's so cold that probably no one will walk on the street."

Lao Huang comforted himself in his heart, but as soon as he opened the door and took to the street, he was shocked.

There are not only people outside, but also at least 70 or 80 people.

Seventy or eighty people are all dressed in strong clothes, with leggings chasing thousands of waves, with ghost knives on their backs on their backs, white cloth towels tied on their heads, and a dark red rag sewn on them. Everyone's face is like today's weather, with a murderous atmosphere.

As soon as Lao Huang's door opened, these people divided into two lines and silently walked into the street. The blood-red knife clothes on the knife fluttered in the wind, against the white towel tied to the head, and the snowy blade flashed with cold light.

Each knife has been sheathed, because there is no sheath on the knife at all.

- Who are these murderous men? What are you doing on the street?

Lao Huang's duty was to stop them from questioning. But the tongue seemed to suddenly harden, and he couldn't even say a word.

Because at this time, a big man in a bearskin jacket had appeared in front of him and stared at him with a pair of big eyes covered with blood. Although he was so thin that he was out of shape, his cheekbones were towering and his eyes were as sharp as knives. It seemed that he was still majestic, like a fierce beast that had just emerged from the deep mountains.

His messy hair was also tightly tied with a white cloth towel, with a dark red rag on it.

The only person who dresses differently from them is a handsome and thin young man, carrying a long and narrow green cloth bag and following him.

Lao Huang's eyes have softened. No matter who knows, this person will never frown when he comes to kill people.

"Do you want to cross-examine us? Where did it come from? What are you doing here?"

Although this person's voice is hoarse, his tone is also full of deterrent majesty.

"Listen, listen carefully. I'm Zhu Meng, Luoyang Zhu Meng." He said harshly, "We are here to die."

In a compound not far away.

Talking about this group of people who came to die.

The speaker is Zhuo Donglai.

There was no expression on Zhuo Donglai's face, but now it seems that it has been frozen, and every muscle on his face has been frozen. If you have ever seen the face of a dead man who froze to death in the ice, you can imagine his current face and look.

A teenager under the age of 20 stood in front of him like a javelin, and the expression on his face seemed to be similar to his.

This young man's name is Zhuo Qing.

His surname was not Zhuo, but his surname was Guo.

But since Zhuo Donglai adopted him as his adopted son, he immediately forgot his original name.

"Zhu Meng has entered the street."

He reported this news.

Recently, he has done more for Zhuo Donglai than all his cronies combined.

"How many people did they come?"

"There are a total of eighty-eight people, including Lian Gao Jianfei."

"He personally told Lao Huang, who guarded the city, that he was Zhu Meng?"

"Yes."

"What else did he say?"

"He said they came to Luoyang to die!"

Zhuo Donglai's pupil suddenly contracted, as if it had turned into two cones.

"Didn't they come here to kill people? Did they come here to die?

"Yes."

"Okay, that's good." The corners of Zhuo Donglai's eyes suddenly began to beat: "That's great."

Everyone who knows Zhuo Donglai knows that the corners of his eyes will only jump when the situation is most serious.

Now the corners of his eyes began to beat, because he had seen that there were more than eighty-eight people, but eight hundred and eighty.

People who come to kill are not terrible. People who come to die are terrible. This kind of person can be compared with ten.

"Tell them again about their dress."

"Each of them wears strong clothes, wraps their legs, ties white towels, and sews dark red rags on the white towel."

Zhuo Donglai sneered.

Zhuo Donglai stared at him. After a long time, he suddenly did something that no one could have thought of him.

He suddenly stood up and walked over and hugged Zhuo Qing. Obviously, he just hugged him gently, but it was the first time in his life.

Although Zhuo Qing was still standing there like a javelin, his eyes seemed to be full of tears.

Zhuo Donglai didn't seem to notice his reaction; he suddenly changed the topic: "Zhu Meng knows where I am, but he will never come to me for the time being."

"Yes."

"Since they are here to die, of course we will fulfill him, and of course we will go to him."

"Yes."

"These eighty-eight people came with a dying heart. Eighty-eight people have only one heart, and eighty-eight people have a breath." Zhuo Dong said, "This breath is now suffothed. It's on the verge of breaking out."

"Yes."

"So I won't go to them now."

"Yes."

Zhuo Donglai suddenly showed a cruel and unpredictable smile in his cone-like pupils and asked Zhuo Qing, "Do you know how to deal with them?"

"I don't know."

Zhuo Donglai told Zhuo Qing word by word in his unique tone.

"I'm going to invite them to dinner." He said.