“Hey, it’s started.”

A dark man came to the table next to him. Seeing that Chen Fan and the others were packing their things and getting up and leaving, the man waved his hand to signal the few people at the table to get up and work.

Several people stood up one after another, only the little white snake's face turned pale. The little white snake pulled the person next to him, stared at him and shook his head. The man spit out the chicken legs in his mouth, snorted with his hands, and snorted coldly, saying, "It's time to start work, but if you don't start work, where can you get the money? If you don't have money, what can you give to your ancestors? If you are afraid, don't go, it's okay."

After the man said that, the few people immediately got up and followed him staggeredly. They didn't look like a group of monsters, but like a group of little hooligans with great enthusiasm.

"Who are these people?"

Mr. Kang stood upstairs with a pipe in his hand, looking at the guys with his eyes hanging down and couldn't help but ask.

"trump card."

Big eyes hugged her shoulders and said proudly with a cold snorted.

“It’s not cheap.”

Mr. Kang looked back at him.

"certainly."

The man with big eyes also grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.

"Boss, something is wrong."

The underground parking lot, the roads in front and behind were blocked. Seeing a few people slamming the car door, Wu Qiong frowned.

"It probably wasn't for you."

Chen Fan said, opened the door and got out of the car, knocking on Huang Ying's window glass with his backhand. Huang Ying was already scared as if she was as good as a sieve.

"Follow me."

Chen Fan pulled her hand, grabbed her wrist, then hugged her hand, hugged her waist, and even pulled her up without saying a word and walked towards the intersection of the slant.

With a thud, the iron door was pulled open and the person disappeared.

Seeing this, the other one directly avoided Wu Qiong and the others and followed him in a hurry.

"Let's go."

Wu Qiong glanced at the back of the car seat, tilted the steering wheel quietly, and drove away.

Behind the seat, Huang Ying lay down and didn't dare to show her head. She waited until she left the club before she dared to look back. At this time, the club was still quiet and there was no sound at all.

"Where is him?"

Huang Ying asked Wu Qiong.

"He won't be in trouble."

Wu Qiong shrugged and looked back at her, "I will take you to a safe place, so you can bear it first."

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and the group left.

Half an hour later, Chen Fan came back. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zuo Li's uneasy Huang Ying and his assistant turning their heads to look at him. Huang Ying was shocked when she saw Chen Fan covered in blood, "You, are you okay?"

Chen Fan took off his coat, revealing his strong figure, walked straight to the bathroom, snorted coldly and said, "These are a bit powerful, not ordinary people."

"What do they do not do to you?"

"I cut them into pieces and stew the soup."

"Um!?"

Huang Ying and her assistant Xiao Wang looked at each other with a strange expression.

At the same time, the little white snake was holding a bunch of colorful snake skins and wiping tears. In the big meat pot in the Tibetan Mastiff Garden next to it, a large pot of snake soup was gushing. She wiped her tears, turned her head and glared, staring at the lame old man, looking very angry, and looked like she wanted to chī     rén.

The old man sat on a small stool, stuffed a piece of firewood in his hand, and snorted coldly and said quietly, "Save effort, why do you glar at me? There are faults and debts. Whoever provokes you to go to? What are you trying to do with an old man who is just a traitor?"

"I must kill him!" the little white snake shouted angrily.

"You can't kill him." The old man sighed, looking at the crackling firewood, rubbed his hands, and hugged his arms and looked at the heavy snow falling from the sky, as if he remembered something, "Maybe, there is still someone in this world who can match it, but that person must not be you, you are still tender."

"Hmph, do you know who I am?" The little white snake was filled with anger. She was depressed at this moment. She showed a fierce look at the old man, as if she wanted to treat this old guy as a punching bag.

The old man turned to look at her and snorted coldly, "A little bug, what do you think you are."

When the little white snake heard this, he was shocked. When he looked at it again, he felt that the old man seemed to be unusual. The old man opened the lid of the pot, took a spoon and scooped a bite of the soup, blew it, and took a sip, and he immediately felt frowning and stuck out his tongue. Obviously, the soup might not taste very good.

"You made him angry, this is not a good thing. Maybe your tribe is not far from the end of your life."

After a dry cough, the old man turned his head again. This time when he glanced his eyes, he found that the little white snake was gone.

The snakeskin on the ground disappeared.

The old man sighed faintly, pinched the crutch in his hand and thoughtfully. After a long time, he looked at the gloomy deep snowflakes and said, "What are evil ghosts and gods? How can gods and ghosts not be distinguished..."

"Old man, I'm on the road."

Suddenly, two figures appeared in the direction of the door. The two of them had unclear faces, but they had two scarlet tongues spitting out. They were wearing black and white robes, holding their hands in their sleeves, and posing silently, but their yellow eyes were shining brightly, which was fascinating.

"Old man, get on the road!"

Seeing that the old man seemed to have no reaction, the white-robed man whispered to remind him.

"Old man!"

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe!"

Suddenly, the old man changed his vicissitudes of life just now, his expression twisted, and he smiled sinisterly. His eyes turned and stared at the two men. His black air was splashing all over his body, and his fangs in his mouth were all revealed...

——Cut—

"Bang."

The big-eyed couple who were looking for it with their cell phones was suddenly shocked. Looking at the bloody stains on the ground, the clothes falling and the slightest on the ground, the flashing mobile phone screen was so scared that their faces were bloodless. The two looked at each other and were all confused. At this time, a lonely figure wearing a monk's robe had already stood in front of a ruined building that had been pierced. They held a cymbal in their hands and wore white and spotless monk's robe for a long time. He raised his hand and placed it on his chest and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha... sin, sin."

"That person did it."

A man in black stood in the slant, holding a black umbrella in his hand. He seemed familiar but different from usual.

"I can't stop him."

Seeing that the monk didn't say anything, the man said again.

"A guy like a demon king in the world is simply."

The man shook his head and smashed his mouth straight.

The monk's expression was solemn, and suddenly snorted coldly, turned around and left.

The man in black turned his head and looked at the direction he left. Seeing the golden light flashing among the rows of footprints behind him, he couldn't help but feel a little more shocked.

"What's this guy doing?"
Chapter completed!