In the banquet hall, there was a quiet place.

Old Master Bao felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, wiped the sweat off his head and smiled bitterly.

Everyone's faces were not good-looking, and they looked at the empty seat in front of them.

The seats tonight were very strange.

It is not a round table, nor is it a sitting opposite the guest and the host.

The front host seat is in the center, with four seats on each side, and they are now empty.

The guest seat is the first to go down four seats, and now there are only the first places on both sides.

Needless to say, this is the location of Mr. Song and Mr. Wu.

Please post it and let your children and grandchildren, but in fact, all the children and grandchildren are not qualified to enter the main hall.

There are only twenty-eight seats in the main hall.

From the gate to the main hall.

The guards standing at the entrance of the hall, and the waiters standing with tea trays behind each table in the room were not servants, but young warriors wearing helmets and armor, with goose feather swords hanging around their waists.

Everyone turned off the sound.

The real backbone hasn't come in yet, and no one is stupid enough to be the first to stand out.

At this moment, Huo Bao accompanied Mr. Song and Mr. Wu in.

Mr. Song had a smile on his face, as if he was just attending a banquet, and nodded to a few old friends he knew.

However, Mr. Wu can even twist his eyebrows into pieces and have cream on his face.

After entering the prefecture yamen, someone took away two children and grandchildren. Mr. Song didn't take it seriously, but Mr. Wu was annoyed.

What does this mean?

Is this a drink?

Or is it that the hostages are being sent?

Where did the evil bandits come from? These insignificant means?

Huo Bao still looked faint and asked Mr. Song to sit in the left hand of the guest seat.

Mr. Song nodded to Huo Bao and took his seat calmly.

Mr. Wu was stunned, and then his face turned red. Without waiting for Huo Bao to greet him, he sat down angrily.

Obviously, he was used to being on the top, and even Xiao Jiuqing, who retired, did not take it seriously.

Huo Bao glanced at him, ignored him, walked a few steps forward, and took the first seat to Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu widened his eyes, his face full of shame and annoyance. If he hadn't had any scruples, he would have almost left.

The others looked at the empty seat above and knew it.

In the nine positions above, the little marshal sat in the last seat.

In addition to Marshal Huo and his son, there are seven senior executives of the Chuzhou White-Shirt Army.

As footsteps sounded, several people walked out from behind the chairperson's screen.

A young man with tall and dark skin.

A short man who is over forty years.

An old scholar at the age of sixty.

A lay Buddhist in Haiqing.

A warrior carrying two maces.

An ugly man with a horse face.

The last man...the strong man with a straight eyebrows and a ruthless face.

The people in front sat left and right, and the third position on the left was empty.

Finally, the strong man came out and sat in the middle, with a bit of arrogance.

Mr. Wu's mouth drooped, and he felt more contempt.

As expected, it was just a gangster and bandit who gathered together by cults.

Mr. Song looked diagonally in the direction of the diagonal angle, and his mind was shocked, and the cup in his hand was almost unable to hold it firmly.

Huo Bao paid attention to the expressions of the people and saw Wu and Song clearly.

He followed Mr. Song's gaze and looked upwards, and passed Tang Guang, where Master Lin was.

Master Lin seemed to notice Mr. Song's attention, looked back and nodded slightly.

The two obviously know each other!

There was some dismal situation in the hall.

Huo Bao turned around and whispered a few instructions. The child soldiers standing behind him retreated.

After a while, a group of young warriors brought food to the plate and served wine and food to everyone.

The young warrior bent down and bent over, and the sound of armor "slammed" disturbed people's hearts.

No matter how good the wine and food is, everyone is not in the mood to eat it at this moment.

Huh?

Is this today's wine and food?

Fry two meats and two vegetables, and one six-inch soup bowl with half a slice of duck.

Four dishes, one soup, nothing else!

Next to it is a self-pouring pot and a wine cup.

The atmosphere is still cold.

Huo Wu did not mention chopsticks, and no one carried them.

Mr. Wu was unhappy with him, but he lived to be in his sixties and was still patient.

Huo Wugao sat on the top, his eyes swept through the twenty-eight visitors one by one.

No one spoke, so Huo Wu stopped talking, but clapped his hands.

"Ba, bha, bha!"

As the slap sounded, dozens of child soldiers came in line at the door, each holding something in his hand, a few strips of white cloth half a foot wide.

Huo Bao is embarrassed and embarrassed.

This looks like Hada in his previous life.

It's about drinking.

But these ancients couldn't find any more fun, so they were afraid that they would be scared.

Sure enough, all the guests changed their faces.

Daggers, poisonous wine, white cloth tapes, are they forcing people to commit suicide. Who are they trying to kill?

Mr. Wu couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "What do you want to do when you wait?"

"Yes, is this playing tricks on us?"

"When Master Tu was there, he was always polite."

"That's right, they are all under the command of Marshal Liu of Bozhou. Why is there such a big difference?"

“…”

Several families who regarded Mr. Wu as the leader of the horse shook flags and shouted, and more people were silent.

Huo Wu looked at Mr. Wu, looked at the three people who echoed him again, and smiled: "Can't you tell me? You're a sect, Baishan is a family in the world! If you are lucky enough to gather in Chuzhou, you will naturally be a family!"

"I am a child of a saint and a disciple of Confucianism. How could I change to... other teachings..." Mr. Wu was very upright and looked strong.

"Sir, the saint? You are worthy of such an old lewd guy?" Huo Wu sneered.

Huo Wu had planned to cut leeks before, so he naturally asked people to inquire about the situation of the twenty-eight families.

This Wu family is the first choice.

Mr. Wu relied on his eldest son to do evil in Chuzhou. He had no ten lives, seven or eight.

But the death is either a commoner or a slave who sells himself to the Wu family. No one makes a decision for it, and death is in vain.

"Nothing is true!"

Mr. Wu was so angry that he stood up "Teng" and pointed at Huo Wu and cursed: "Well, that boy Liu Sheng, come to me, you must be polite. You are just a dog beside Liu Sheng, so you go to Chuzhou to act as a mighty man and become an old man. What is it like..."

"bump!"

"ah!"

"Plop!"

Mr. Wu was still holding his fingers, but the direction was no longer aimed at Huo Wu.

However, in a blink of an eye, Mr. Wu, who was furious, had become a corpse.

The brain ruptures, the red and white are mixed together, and it looks disgusting and terrifying.

Huo Bao was also a little disgusted. After taking his seat again, he took out a veal and wiped the filth from the purple gold mace.

I didn't think about doing it myself, but I couldn't tolerate others insulting my dad.

...

The one who screamed just now was the one who came to the post of Mr. Wu, and one of the three people who had waving the flag for Mr. Wu before.

At this moment, he covered his mouth, trembling all over, and his body shrank into a ball.

Long before the banquet, everyone thought that the new marshal said he could not "kill the chicken and scare the monkey".

But they didn't expect that they would be so direct, and that one sentence would hurt their lives if they were wrong!

And it’s not about killing the chicken and terrifying the monkey, it’s about killing the monkey and terrifying the chicken!

The one who did the action was still a half-year-old child. Are these people devils?

...

Dr. Bao almost fainted.

I was very scared.

I'm... escaping from the disaster.

That day, Xiao Bao also carried a mace bag on his back.

...

Mr. Guo's face was pale.

The "Xiao Baoye" he inquired about is not like this.

He is a gentle and polite boy.

Be kind to the lower class, be filial to the elders, be very sensible and well-behaved.

The little Bao-Master in front of him took action when he saw others insulting his father.

I have filial piety, but this is really not related to being well-behaved!

...

Huo Wu looked at the corpses on the ground and his expression became cold.

He wanted to establish his authority, but this was not the way he did.

He did not dare to be a villain in front of everyone, but he did not want his son to be criticized and discussed.

Old slut, really hateful!

He looked at the guests again, without a smile on his face: "The Ming King came to the world and the world is peaceful! Chuzhou is the place where the Ming King preaches, and only the church members are left! From now on, you and I will be either friends or enemies!"

Except for Xue Biao, no leader took Maitreya Cult seriously.

But now that the power is weak, we can't show off our chariots and horses and say that we want to rebel, so we can only continue to act under the banner of Maitreya.

What a cult, it's so evil.

It is reasonable to be either a friend or an enemy.

No one responded, and no one dared to object.

Most of us are angry.

There are several families who have children who believe in religion and have already hooked up with Xue Biao, so they feel at ease.

They were afraid that the White-Shirt Army would not last long, so they did not dare to jump out, so they could only continue to cat, thinking about waiting for someone to respond and then getting out of the crowd.

Huo Wuyin tested: "Everyone needs to be careful, don't involve your children and grandchildren!"

...

Everyone was shocked and angry, and more deeply feared.

Therefore, it is not forbidden to enter the city gates, patrolmen on the streets, and defenders outside the house.

Instead, waiting for an order, the whole family must hold it, follow the You family and the Zhang family?

Dr. Bao is right. This new marshal is indeed domineering, and he is so domineering!

The legitimate son and grandson were already in the mouth of the tiger, and the children and grandchildren who stayed at home were also stared at to death.

It’s either a friend or an enemy, but where can I have any choice?

Even ants live secretly, how many people can bravely die?

Even if you know that the White Shirt Army may not be long-term, you will not be in trouble since the thief, but it is better than adding a knife and axe immediately.

Doctor Bao offended Huo Bao once and was thinking about redeeming his sins. Seeing that no one took the lead, he stood up and said, "Huo Shuai, the little old man Bao Quan wishes to take his children and grandchildren to worship Maitreya Buddha from today, and serve Huo Shuai's power!"

Huo Wu nodded, and a scout who had a strip of white cloth came out and handed the three strips of white cloth to Dr. Bao.

Although Dr. Bao did not understand the meaning, he still accepted it respectfully.

Mr. Guo had made a decision long ago, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He followed and got three white cloths.

The other six merchants stood up one after another.

But everyone was still waiting and watching from the gentry.

No one dares to refuse, but after taking the lead in "reversing", he said he would not take the blame, and everyone was afraid of taking risks.

Many people looked at Mr. Song.

No matter what Mr. Wu is, he should be safeguarded as Mr. Song. He doesn't want him to save himself and will not speak for Mr. Wu's death.

Mr. Song's eyes fell on Master Lin again.

Master Lin’s seat was placed there, and the fourth person under Huo Shuai’s command was the fourth person.

The fourth person!

Mr. Song was so shocked that he dropped his chin!

It’s not to see an old friend suddenly, but to the current seat of this old friend!

Is it because they are all martial artists? Is it because there is no aid?

Mr. Song stood up "live" and looked at Huo Wu blankly.

The atmosphere in the hall condensed.

All the leaders looked at Mr. Song with cold eyes.

There is already one who is not tactful, and there is another one?

Shui Jin sat on the head of Mr. Song, regretting not carrying a gun with him.

But even without weapons, he had a decision in his heart.

If this old man spoke like the old guy just now and offended Huo Wu, he would kill him under his palm even with bare hands.

The gentry and merchants looked at Master Song.

Some people close their eyes and dare not look.

Some people have a little sadness in their eyes.

"Old Song Lin is willing to take his children and grandchildren to worship Maitreya Buddha from now on, and to serve Huo Shuai's power!"

The sound is sonorous and powerful, with vitality inside, not like the voice of an old man in sixties at all.

Ahhhhhh!

Are you like this Mr. Song?

You actually gotten by the thief so happily?

Shocked all over the ground!

Even the water in the vigilant body shook his body.

Huo Bao was not surprised and looked at Master Lin.

Just saw Master Lin’s smile on his face and he was looking at Mr. Song.

What does this mean when you look back and forth?

"good!"

Huo Wu responded happily.

The summer breeze is swaying.
Chapter completed!