Chapter 1: The thief of the chaotic times wants to cut the path, the ghost market's heavenly master appears

night.

Although this is still in late spring and early summer, it gradually felt stuffy at that night, and countless mosquitoes were flying in the mountains and forests. It would be better if you were rushing. Once you stopped, you would be crawled all over your body and face - of course, who would not move in those woods on this day, unless it was a robber or a thief?

But there is no coincidence in the world that I can’t write a book. There is really a group of people in this forest hiding and waiting for the fat sheep to come to my door.

The leading man was wearing a very ill-fitting silk robe. The obviously short hem was tied into his belt. He sat on a stone in the forest, holding a long knife for chopping wood in one hand, and slapped his face with the other hand. After slapping for a while, the man couldn't help but feel upset and cursed:

"Damn it, what the weather is? What a good kiln sister can't get her here to feed mosquitoes. It's really a fucking pain for herself - hey, Ma San, is your news accurate? If you lose today, I have to twist your head off!"

There was a man with a numb face next to him rubbing the mud on his neck with one hand and slapping the wind with the other. When he heard the leader shouting, he quickly sat upright and responded: "My man, this news is absolutely true! I clearly saw that the old man with strong eyes took out a bag of heavy oceans and bought a cart of things from his son's grocery store. The money was not used up yet..."

"Then the fucking midnight, why haven't you arrived yet?" The leader, who was called Daoer, became irritated and interrupted him. He turned around and asked another person: "Dan Pizi, you are a local, you should be familiar with the terrain here. You can calculate for me. It took a long time for the old man who was buying things to get here. Have you taken other roads?"

The locals named Chenpizi looked a little smart. After evading for a long time, they said with certainty: "You see, the old man who was violently ate mixed soup and drank old yellow wine. He should probably be slower when driving the car. In addition, he was an old donkey pulling the car. It would probably take four hours to get here anyway-- don't be worried, keep it safe, it will be almost done in a while."

"This old dog is eating and drinking well, so we are bitten here by mosquitoes!" Daer Er was quite satisfied with Chen Pizi's words, but he was still full of anger. After thinking about it, he said ruthlessly: "Mom! I feel so irritable today. I am unlucky. After taking the things, I take out my heart and take it out, and cook a bowl of sobering soup to relieve my anger!"

"You have to!" Several men with fierce faces shouted softly, and they all looked very greedy for this human flesh and heart soup. Some even stuck out their tongues and licked their lips and said, "Enjoy!"

While talking, a serene sound suddenly came from the grass, and a group of people jumped up. Soon, a thin half-baby would appear in the grass, appearing in front of everyone with saliva, and his face was full of excitement: "Damn it, man, people are here."

"Swish swish~" The group of men shouted immediately, and no one needed to greet him. They rushed out with the knife and axe at hand. Originally, in the middle of the night, when they dealt with an old man driving a car, if they were not afraid of moving things away, there would be no need for so many people to come out. What are you worried about now? You just need to rush out and kill the old man with a violent eye. Wouldn't this car of goods belong to you?

A group of bandits rushed out of the woods and looked down on the slope. Sure enough, an old donkey cart came staggeringly from afar. The car was covered with straw and couldn't see what it was. They just knew that there were indeed many hills full of them. The old man who was driving the car was lying leisurely on those things and was asleep. He just let the donkey slowly rush forward, and the axle kept creaking and creaking.

The guys' eyes suddenly turned red, and they rushed down with a roar and scream. The weapons in their hands were waving high on their heads, obviously not taking this old man seriously!

The local man Chen Pizi was also following him, but after a few steps, he suddenly glanced at a small flag in the parking space, and his face immediately turned gray. This guy pulled the clothes of his father beside him and let out a wail like a pig:

"No, no! You guys, this car can't be robbed!"

The man was kicked by this guy, but the people around him rushed down, but they didn't see much danger. They were still concerned about what Chen Pizi was saying, and slapped the guy away and rushed to the front.

The group of people couldn't stop them and rushed down the slope. Chenpi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. She looked around and turned around and ran away. Who knew that his legs suddenly became soft and he sat on the ground. The corners of the guy's mouth twitched a few times and started howling. His eyes were staring at the little flag behind the car and cried so sadly. I've died a few years ago. I haven't seen this guy like this. While crying, I slapped myself, "I'm wrong, spare my life! I'm wrong, spare my life..."

What kind of flag is this?

Looking around, the flag is only about a foot square, with a pattern with a flagpole on the black base, with several large seal characters on it:

Ghost collection of underworld!

When I heard the tangerine squeak behind me, two or three guys looked back, but everyone else said that it was the first time that the guy went out to do business, so I ignored it and just surrounded the car and shouted: "Hey, old man, get up!"

The donkey cart was surrounded by so many people and naturally stopped. A group of people knocked on the car board and kicked the axle. Ma San also reached out to poke the old man lying on the top with a stick.

After just a few strokes, the old man with violent eyes opened his sleepy eyes and woke up. He was not afraid of seeing so many people. He sat up and showed his yellow teeth all over his mouth, saying:

"What are you doing? An old man around me," the old man said, putting his hand into his crotch from behind and grabbed it. "You are robbers, aren't you? Don't bother with me, I have nothing to do with you. It's totally unreasonable for you to grab it!"

The man shook his hand viciously with a machete and shouted arrogantly: "Ge, my son is talking a lot! Everyone says that you have too many people, you are brave and tough, and you are not weak at all!" Speaking of this, the knife in his hand suddenly chopped off the car board and ordered: "Come on, tie this old son of the turtle to me!"

A few Chinese characters shouted in one go, and when they came, they wanted to drag the old man down from something like a hill. Who knew that the old man waved his hands: "Don't! Everyone, I can't stand your troubles, so I'd better get off by myself!" As he said that, he slipped down from the car board, and his hands were on the back, showing a despicable and pleasing smile:

"Everyone, please be more at ease..."

"Hmph!" The man waved his hand, and Ma San rushed up immediately, making the old man look like a rice dumpling. Not to mention an old man with bad eyes, even a big and thick man could not make it. He looked at him with satisfaction and muttered: "What a coward Chen Pizi said that he couldn't rob it. I thought there was a trap and trick, but I didn't expect it to be done so simply..." He stopped caring about the old man, and pulled the straw off: "Look at what's in it."

These guys immediately surrounded him, stretched his neck and looked at him... But after pulling off a few handfuls of straw, these guys' faces changed!

There is nothing like the food and clothing that I imagined, and it is all for dead people to use!

The two coffins in the middle are one big and one small. Next to them are paper men and horses, elegiac couplets in the sedan chair, white horse stools, funeral pillows, money ingots, incense and candles, and white paper lanterns, spirit sheds and wreaths, and mourning sticks on the altar. There are many kinds of things, just like a moving immortal shop!

I guess the only thing that looks normal is the last two wine jars.

The man took a breath of air, and suddenly felt like he was crazily clawed in his heart. Although these guys were brave and were ruthless in killing and robbing people, the more they were, the more they believed in the sayings of ghosts and gods. Even when they went out to meet the mourning team during the day, they would spit out a few spits and stomp their feet, and they would also say good luck and good things in their mouths. Unexpectedly, they would stay up until midnight to grab this kind of thing!

"It's so fucking unlucky!" "It's so weird!"...

Suddenly, a murmur sounded behind Daoer.

After all, this guy is an old bandit who fled through the three provinces. The life lawsuits stuck in his hands are not two. Naturally, he understands that the consequences of the brothers' hearts will be cold when they leave the market for the first time. It is still a trivial matter if the people are dispersed. They are afraid that their prestige will plummet, so he immediately piled up his cheeks with a calm face, turned around and gave the slap of the slap of the Ma San, who was shouting the loudest!

Ma San was shouting, and this inexplicable slap made him stunned immediately.

It doesn't count if the man sucked it. He pointed at the guy's nose and started scolding with murderous aura: "I'm fucking Ma San! ** Didn't he tell me that he was a car of food and cloth? Why did he become these things? I told you, if you don't explain it clearly to me today, you will get your baby's eggs now, believe it or not?"

When the man got so angry, the man next to him suddenly became weak. Just as Ma San was carrying the bag, he immediately found the vent of his anger in his heart and shouted:

"Ma San, ** is trying to find bad luck for the man, right? Kill the ball!"

"The turtle son pretends to be verbally silenced, break the leg pole first!"

"You fetal god doll, are you blinded by Qidian today?"

He was so angry that he picked up Ma San with one hand and shouted at his nose: "It's so boring! You're so boring that you're so boring that you're out of An? If you don't speak for me, you'll immediately squeeze your turtle egg, do you believe me?"

"I, I, I..." Ma San urinated directly - when he encountered this, he was so evil, and he said he wanted to cut the eggs. Why didn't he be afraid? But now this is obviously not the case... He muttered a few words, and suddenly saw the old man with a smile on his face, and howled:

"It's all his fault, it's all his fault! It's obviously food, but I don't know how it turned into these things - Daer Ye, Daer Ye, it's all him! It's him!" He turned his head desperately and turned to the side, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Brother, it's him! It's him!"

The man shook Ma San's side, walked straight towards the old man, and his finger bones that were holding the machete were a little white. It seemed that he didn't plan to say anything and just wanted to continue like this!

"Turt's son's old dog god!"

With the shout of Daoer's loud shout, the machete also drew a sharp sword light in the air and slashed at the old man impartially. The old man with a violent eye opened his mouth and did not dodge, staring at his wrist, as if he was already stupid!

The sword was not accurate again, and the bandits all started to drink: "Okay~" Especially the Ma San, who sat on the ground and had already started to please her before she got up, and her voice was very loud.

Seeing that the knife had reached the top of his head, the old man was about to splatter three feet of blood, the sword suddenly stopped in the flash!
Chapter completed!