Archive of Fate’s End Chapter 145: The greedy and fierce killing opportunity

Chapter one hundred and forty-five greedy fierce killing opportunities

Beside the official road of Baili Mountain, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the old trees withered vines faint crow, showing the desolation and vicissitudes.

In the middle of a few old trees, there is a ruined and runnable inn, two in front and back, broken blue tiles, exposed loess on the wall, from time to time flies buzzing out of the inn without hesitation, forgetting The dead rushed in to make the pedestrians dry and hungry, and the pedestrians who were ready to have a good time pour out their appetite.

On the edge of the window in front of the door was a voluptuous woman, dressed in a yellow shirt, with half-old golden hairpins, and shook the fan in a boring way, watching as the evening was nearly empty. Officially, he said in his mouth: "Recently the two countries have been fighting, and there have been few pedestrians for a few days. So go on. Hugh said that to earn some fat money, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to spend my days, would I have to repeat my old business?"

A brown-haired man with a murderous eye, fierce eyes, and thick arms and legs like a mallet came over, his voice hoarsely and solemnly said: "The wind is tight during this time, and there are many masters in the court near the battlefield, we still have to temporarily Forbearance, hey, many people in the city asked me why the delicious and smooth top quality buffalo beef was not sold this month?"

"You won't go back to them directly. The officers and men blockade nearby.'Water buffalo' can't come in!" The enchanting woman returned angrily, suddenly her eyes brightened: "The host, there is a guest."

The sky is getting dark, and the dim road is walking slowly in the distance. A Taoist priest, dressed in a blue robe, has a young face and carries a large package on his body.

Zhang Yuan, the brown man, saw a Taoist from afar, and poked two words: "Broken down the nose of the cow, I am afraid there is no oil."

"Giggle, being the master, didn't you just say that you have to be patient for a while? Why did you just think of going above the oil and water?" Zhang Shijiao smiled.

Zhang Yuan scratched his head: "It's habit, I'm used to it. But then again, most of the cattle's nose will only order a few buns, a pot of tea, and they won't make much money even sitting on the floor."

"The mosquito is too small, it's not meat. Go to the back and wait, you don't want to scare people away." Zhang's eyes waved, seeing that the young Taoist priest was approaching, he quickly adjusted After the whole dress, "Guest, but want to stay in the store? It's already dark. If I walk to the county, I'm afraid it's going to be at midnight. Our Zhangjia Inn is a century-old shop near Shili and Baxiang. The goods are genuine and authentic. /

The young priest in a blue robe looked around, frowned slightly, and then stepped in: "Come together for a night, give the poor Dao four white-faced buns, and a pot of tea."

Zhang's inner secret: "Your cow nose, you can only eat plain tea buns, and dare to dismiss the old lady's inn. If you want to avoid the wind, you will try tonight what you look like fine skin tender meat Taste!"

In my heart, Zhang Shi still had a faint smile on his face, and led the Tsing Yi Taoist into the store, and wiped the table a few times: "Guest, please sit down, and the buns and tea will come immediately."

The young priest in Tsing Yi nodded, took the package on his back in his hand, and put it on a bench, and then sat down next to him.

The package was put on the bench, and the bench was slightly pressed down. Zhang’s eyes saw it, his eyes could not help but a little bit hot, and he excused the steamed buns to clean the tea, and quickly walked to the back of the courtyard, Turned into the kitchen.

"Headed, headed! It's the big fat sheep!" Zhang's voice was kept as low as possible, but the eagerness in his tone could not be concealed.

The kitchen is messy and flies are flying, especially the meat hanging in the corner is gathering a lot, exuding a thick **** smell.

Zhang Yuan waved the rag in his hand and drove away the flies. The appearance of that piece of flesh was vaguely visible. It was like a year-old child went to the legs and hands, and the rest of the body was half: "Big Sheep? Lady, you can Look carefully?" He was equally excited.

"The weight on the bench, even if the old lady has not seen one hundred, there are eighty, there is definitely a pack of gold!" Zhang's pat on the trembling chest is sure.

Zhang Yuan rushed out of the kitchen, sneaked a glance behind the door curtain, then turned around, and greedy masterpiece: "For such a large package, I am afraid that there are hundreds or two of gold! It is better than we have worked hard for more than ten years! "

"Master, do it or not?" Zhang's voice trembled a little, with many worries implied, but more excited.

Zhang Yuan grinned: "It's already dark, we don't know what to do, what are we afraid of? Besides, even with this ticket, even if we are far away from home, we are wealthy and worry-free!" , "What about the rest of the antiperspirant pack?"

"Nuo, here." Zhang Shi turned over a yellow paper bag with a big slap from the rice tank and handed it over, "There are still many wind shelters during this time."

Zhang Yuan took it, poured out the fine white powder in the tea, and then shook it vigorously. It turned out to be clean and clean, and there were no traces, so he took the buns together and gave them to Zhang: Hurry up to the little Taoist."

Zhang’s smile was bright and charming, and he walked in front of the young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, and his voice whined: "Guest, these are your four buns and a pot of tea."

Tsing Yi Taoist gave her a light look: "Leave aside, don't disturb me."

Put down the steamed buns and clear tea, Zhang’s teeth come back to the curtain with hate: “This Taoist has blind eyes? Wait for you to look good!”

Then, they hid behind the door curtain and quietly lifted a gap, watching the Tsing Yi Taoist eat and drink.

"How can I eat steamed buns without drinking water?!" Zhang Shi was so anxious that he couldn't help complaining.

"Okay, okay, okay, I drank clear tea!" Zhang Yuan finally saw the young Taoist Taoist pour a glass of clear drink, and was delighted.

Zhang's nonstop talking: "Pour! Pour! Pour!" But after waiting for a while, the Tsing Yi Taoist still eating steamed buns with energy, she looked at Zhang Yuan with anxiety and doubt: "What is the master, what is the Menghan medicine?" Hasn't it worked yet?"

Zhang Yuan’s chances are getting stronger and stronger, so the waiting is also more and more anxious. After listening to Zhang’s question, he whispered angrily: “Wu Na prostitute, don’t you buy the Mongolian medicine? Is it fake?"ff8

"I used it once a half a month ago. Isn't it effective?" Zhang's grievances are wrong. He usually scolds Zhang Yuan on his own. How could he ever be scolded by him.

Zhang Yuan glanced outside: "Take another pot of tea to feed, and say that today is the 100th anniversary of the opening of our Zhangjia Inn. I specially sent a pot of tea."

The Mongolian sweat medicine was re-administered, and Zhang’s doubt heart attacked. He planned to try the medicine and took a sip.

"How is it useful?". Zhang Yuan asked eagerly.

Zhang's dizzy, quickly poured two sips of cold water to recover; "Okay, so amazing!"

"Maybe that the little Taoist has a special physique." Zhang Yuan guessed.

After Zhang sent the pot of tea and returned, the two continued to hide behind the curtain and watched.

But half a quarter of an hour later, the Tsing Yi Taoist did not see any dizziness. Instead, he took out a Taoist scripture from his arms and shook his head.

"Will you meet a master?" Zhang's heart beat drums.

Zhang Yuan shook his head affirmatively: "I am also considered second-rate, although I can't beat those masters, but I still recognize it. You see that the little Taoist is white and tender, and he is not very old. , Should be just ordinary people. Besides, if he is a master, he has long discovered that Menghan medicine came to us to settle the bill."

Easy to covet, all love to find excuses to strengthen their confidence and turn a blind eye to many flaws.

The night was already dark, and the cool wind blew into the inn, bringing out a gloomy glimmer in the cold.

Zhang's countless evildoings, although they seem to be indifferent, but deep down in my heart, there is always a little bit of softness. Every time I hear people telling stories about ghosts, they are very scared.

I was blown by the dark wind, and I saw the night was completely dark, and I saw the Tsing Yi monk drinking two pots of Menghan tea outside, but casually eating buns and reading the scriptures. She came up with some horrifying thoughts to scare herself. Shivering: "Dang, the head of the house, you said, will you encounter revenge with ghosts?"

Zhang Yuan hadn’t thought of this festival. When she was reminded by her lady, she felt helpless and calmed down: "You see there is a shadow under his feet, it is definitely not a ghost!"

"But it's always very weird, or should this deal be a deal?" Zhang's courageously proposed.

Zhang Yuan hesitated and was about to agree. Suddenly he saw that the Tsing Yi Taoist prince shook outside and slammed sideways, hitting the parcel on the ground, making a crisp sound, revealing a crack, flashing golden Shine.

Heavy breathing, greed is even hotter, Zhang Yuan’s murderous nearly reached the highest point, gritted his teeth and said: "The Dao ghosts and the like are the most fearful and extremely murderous characters. The priest is not a ghost. If it is a ghost, Lao Tzu let him come and go!"

Holding the axe, lifting the curtain, Zhang Yuan strode out, and Zhang followed carefully.

Tsing Yi young Taoist was lying on the table crookedly, and Zhang Yuanfei came to him behind him. He swung his axe thickly as if it were a substance. With a brush, he chopped the head of the young Taoist Taoist down.

As the axe was swung out, both Zhang Yuan and Zhang's collapsed to the ground as if they had been exhausted.

The two thought it was too nervous and too much effort, so they reacted like this, smiling at each other and letting go of their peace, the Taoist was not a ghost!

Zhang's hand extended and opened the package.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew through, swirling, and the oil lamp was blown out suddenly, and the inside of the inn immediately became gloomy and dark~IndoMTL.com~ spooky and horrible, but after the package was opened, there was no Gold appeared, but a pile of paper money.

Zhang Yuan and Zhang’s face was pale, sweating and sweating, like the rain falling, and his heart beating thumping, as if he would jump out of his chest.

There was another noise next to them. They dulled and looked at it subconsciously. I saw that the headless body of the young Tsing Yi Taoist groped and found his head, then placed it on his neck. After playing around with it for a few clicks, there was a click. , It was restored to its original state.

The young priests in Tsing Yi looked at them with a smile on their faces.

Zhang Yuan and Zhang's wanted to make a sound, but they were stuffy on their chests, hooting, **** urine, tears, and snot came out, fell to the ground, and they were scared to death!

Shi Xuan took the killing of the scarlet man in the palm of his hand, and the stronger the killing, the better.

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