The Gate of Hell fell into horror.

\tEveryone's face was filled with fear.

\tThe sun just rose, and a gang on the fourth floor was wiped out. No fighting sounds were heard. They all seemed to have been hit by witchcraft and fell down and were slaughtered.

\t "Have you heard that? I killed the new vampire yesterday and threw away the yellow hair on the fourth floor!"

\t "I just heard that if I had known that there would be such a wonderful scene in the morning, I shouldn't have gone to bed! I heard that the Nine Eyes knew witchcraft."

\t "What kind of witchcraft? I don't believe in this kind of thing. It must be poisoned."

\t "It's definitely not a simple poison. It's poison, either poison or dizzy. I heard from the people on the fourth floor that the yellow-haired people fell down one by one, but after more than twenty minutes, they woke up one by one..."

\tThe entire gate of Hell is discussing this matter.

\tIt was still early at that time. At around seven o'clock, the yellow-haired people got up one after another. Yan Jiucheng shook his little song and crossed their territory line, and said loudly: "Who am I? You grandson, I am your grandfather!"

That's it, they just heard this sentence.

Then it was "listening to others".

"I heard from the people on the fourth floor that these nine eyes crossed the territory line and pointed at the man." A man surrounded by a sharp-mouthed man on the second floor, and his eyes were still moving when he heard it.

I saw the pointed-mouthed monkey whimper, and raised his legs and walked forward.

Everyone's faces showed excitement.

"You ask who I am? You grandson, I am your grandfather!" The sharp-mouthed monkey's cheeks showed fierce light. His hand was on one of the people's forehead, and his saliva flew out, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely terrifying tone: "He just pointed at that person's forehead, just like that..."

Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes.

But the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek stopped talking, but tsk for a long time.

"What?" everyone couldn't hold it in and asked.

"Bang!" The sharp-mouthed monkey cheek suddenly exploded, with a loud voice and a rapid speed, like thunder on the ground, scaring everyone to tremble. His eyes were filled with fear, and his voice suddenly decreased, and he looked around in fear.

"The man fell down, motionless, like a dead fish!"

Everyone gasped, incredible.

"Witchcraft?" a fat man murmured.

The eyes of the people around him lit up, and you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked at the man with a sharp-mouthed cheek. I saw the man with a sharp-mouthed cheek pace back and forth, shaking his head while walking.

He was one of the old men who had been at the gate of hell for the longest time. The killings of the old men in the previous sect and the rise of the young men in the next sect were all repeated on his tongue like clouds and fog.

The Gate of Hell is so hard that it is so hard that an old man can tell a story to him. If he can hear it, he will be extremely happy.

This sharp-mouthed monkey cheek is one of the most popular people in the Gate of Hell. People on every floor like to call him to tell a few jokes and tell a few stories. People on the lower floor listen to him as a spiritual comfort, while people on the higher floor listen to themselves in the jokes, which is also a pleasure.

So, like that madman, I can occasionally reach the fifth, six or seventh floors, and no one will block it.

"Old monkey, this must be witchcraft, right?"

"Yes, I think it's also witchcraft."

Everyone looked at the old monkey with sharp mouth and cheeks.

"I know what he used." The old monkey said this, raised his head confidently, stretched out his hand to sort out his clothes and said, "And I also know the spell he used."

Everyone was stunned and surrounded the old monkey more and more.

"Do you want to know?" The old monkey raised his eyebrows.

Everyone nodded quickly.

The old monkey stretched out his hand: "Old rules..."

...

After a few seconds of depressed moments, several people took out toilet paper from their arms and handed it over. According to Lao Hou's rules, he would keep it a secret every time he heard the wonderful story. Especially for such a freshly released good story, he had to take the opportunity to make a fortune: Now, more than a dozen pieces of toilet paper have arrived in his hand, and you can wipe it off with your butt.

Some people stood up and walked out of the old monkey's room in disappointment.

"Bah! Old Monkey always cheats people like this."

"It's okay. It's the same if they hear it and come out and tell us."

The crowd without toilet paper crowded outside the door and pricked up their ears.

"Witchcraft!" The pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks gave a positive answer in an expert manner.

The dozen people left behind slapped their thighs and deeply agreed with the knowledgeable old monkey giving such an answer that was exactly the same as what he thought.

"When he hummed a little song and walked across the territory line, he sang a spell." The old monkey pointed to the fourth floor. He said affirmation, and no one doubted him. You must know that he was a person who had just come down from the fourth floor.

"How do you pronounce the spell?" Several people widened their eyes and surrounded them.

"Pear...Pear..." The old monkey didn't understand Chinese. After a long time of pear, he naturally couldn't sing the ones behind him. However, he had two brushes, but he was so humming and humming a piece.

"Yes!" Everyone stood up with a thigh and added a fire to the old monkey's words: "It's this spell!"

"Yes, I heard it too, it's this pear, pear, pear, pear, pear, pear!"

Several people said the same as they were true.

As they were talking, a voice that was neither a man nor a woman came from the fourth floor. Everyone pricked up their ears and listened, their faces filled with horror.

Pear blossoms bloom, spring rain

Pear blossoms fall, spring enters the mud

...

Only Yan Jiucheng's voice came over. Even in such a noisy gate of hell, his voice made people quiet instantly. Especially when men and women sing, Jiucheng sang very ordinary, and it always felt awkward to listen. After being guided by the old monkey, it became even more strange.

"Listen, now the Nine Eyes Boss is the bull-headed boss. In the future, we have to be careful!" The old monkey shivered, his eyes full of mystery: "If you provoke anyone, don't provoke the Nine Eyes Boss who understand witchcraft from the mysterious East!"

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The remaining bottle of wine opened in the Niu Tou's room.

"Congratulations, brother, to move on to the fourth floor!" The cow's dagger was inserted into the table, and a bloody strip was fixed on it, which was a yellow-haired tongue.

In recent years, the two gangs have fought so many times, one of which cuts the bull's head with yellow hair and the tongue of a brother. In the eyes of the fourth floor, the yellow hair's cutting has established a position and is more than the bull's head.

Now, the bright red tongue told everyone that this revenge was avenged.

"What a pity, we are at the gate of hell. If we are all good people, outside, we have to make a table of good wine and food, and pay a serious prayer." Niu Tou said, smiled bitterly, and shook his head again: "But being a good person, I will have no chance in my life."

Yan Jiucheng could feel the sadness of the bull's head without looking up.

Every time I fight, even if I win, I will always feel confused.

The other party’s today may be his own tomorrow. There is no one who laughs to the end here.

"By the way, the tune you sang for me yesterday, the more I think about it, the better it sounds. Otherwise, if you sing for me, I will record it and learn to sing, it will be a joke."

What Yan Jiucheng didn't expect was that the ox head, who was about 1.9 meters tall, was really interested in Peking Opera, and he was also a male singer and female singer.

He laughed, held the radio, pressed the recording function and started singing.

Perhaps the yellow-haired man was destroyed, and he was happy. In addition, the newly moved into the fourth floor was his good brother, and he felt less and less pressure from his heart. After hearing Yan Jiucheng's loud voice, the bull head actually stood up, immersed in the form of a daughter with an orchid finger raised.

After the song was sung, Niu Tou became intoxicated for a long time.

This made Yan Jiucheng laugh. It was really a tall and powerful black man who was in a state of his daughter, which was a bit inconsistent and a little hilarious. He was just like a student on his face, which made people feel embarrassed to laugh at him.

"What a pity. If there is a tune, then put on your clothes and stand on the stage. As the drum beats, the voice will sound nice." Yan Jiucheng said casually: "If you have the chance in the future, you can go to Liyuan to listen to the opera."

The bull's eyes were full of expectations, like the stars shining brightly, but then his face darkened and he sighed deeply: "I am a villain, no chance."

Only then did Yan Jiucheng realize that he was saying the wrong thing. He was a person who only performed missions at the Gate of Hell for five days and could still go out. But Niu Tou was different. He probably had to survive the Gate of Hell for the rest of his life.

It is impossible to have the opportunity to sit in the audience and enjoy the Peking Opera drama he just fell in love with, and see Lanshan, who was respected as a national treasure by the Chinese people.

"I didn't sing well just now, so I will record it for you again." Yan Jiucheng took the radio in NiuTou's hand. This time, he sang it seriously, and with his best efforts, he could make NiuTou as much as possible in the long years that followed.

After singing, I should go to the third floor to pick up the brothers on the third floor, and at the same time I have to drive down some of his loyal friends who were originally following the yellow-haired man on the fourth floor.

The dozen people walked down the fourth floor with their heads drooping, while Yan Jiucheng's brothers on the third floor held high and walked towards the fourth floor.

It would be good to be able to live. The change of status is common in the gates of hell, and it is not worth mentioning.

But in just one stick of incense, the news that the Nine Eyes Boss is good at using witchcraft has been known to everyone, and there are many versions, one version is more terrifying than the other. So when Yan Jiucheng walked down the third floor, the other gangs on the third floor gave in, and the timid even knelt directly to the corner.

"Boss Nine." Everyone bent down one after another.

"Boss Nine." Everyone's eyes were full of fear.

"Boss Jiu." Everyone instinctively retreated, farther away from Yan Jiujin.

From Nine Eye Boss to Nine Boss, the subtle changes in the title reflect Yan Jiucheng's status of becoming famous in the Gate of Hell and establishing his authority in World War II. Everyone contributed gauze, and Lao Hou also squeezed through the crowd, contributing his carefully preserved hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Yan Jiucheng leaned against the railing and glanced down.

It fell on the agent's person.

The agent sneakily wandered around the rooms, looking at the eighth floor from time to time.

Yan Jiucheng didn't want to be the boss of the Ninth place for the rest of his life. He wanted to climb to the eighth floor with the rope made of clothes tonight, on the excellent position on the fourth floor.

Before this, this agent must be solved to prevent future troubles.
Chapter completed!