Chapter 9 Demon Jump
Blind Bei has assigned tasks to almost everyone, which is in line with his image. Throughout the ages, in many literary and artistic works, most fortune tellers and strategists are based on blind people. The image appears.
It’s just that the profession of military advisor is highly competitive and there are few positions, so most fortune tellers are blind.
These are not actually shown in Aqiu's comics. In Aqiu's comics, this is a devil who sets up a private court and claims to be the embodiment of justice.
But, after all, people are not pieces of paper, and they cannot have both sides, so in this world, when everyone breaks away from the constraints of comics, the characters become more alive.
Next, everyone started to make preparations.
Feng Siniang first asked a few servants in the inn to go outside to publicize the news that I would personally pick up the guests. It felt like a certain starlet from an island country suddenly announced that she would go to sea to film a movie.
Xue San squatted by the wellhead in the yard, with a whetstone in front of him, and began to sharpen the knife.
But what I am sharpening are small daggers and small pliers, which are probably the standard items for the gentleman in Liang Shang.
Zheng Fan came over curiously, squatted next to him, and asked:
"Where's your sword?"
Zheng Fan remembers that in the comics, Xue San is shown with a big iron sword slung across his back. Maybe the author Qin Siyu likes this kind of cute contrast.
Xue San raised his head and smiled at Zheng Fan while sharpening his knife, and replied:
"Reply to the Lord, no problem."
"No more?"< br>
"When we came to this world, everyone was naked except for the clothes they were wearing."
Zheng Fan nodded, so that was it.
At the moment, I felt a little regretful in my heart. The things these people originally held in the comics should be regarded as artifacts if they were thrown away in reality.
“The Lord can go sit in the front hall first and drink tea or wine. After tonight, we can report back to the Lord what the world will be like.”
< br>“Thank you for your hard work.”
Zheng Fan did not go to the front hall. To be honest, he was a little afraid to face the unknown. He sat in the front hall and waited until the afternoon when the guests would come. He looked at the guests who were dressed very differently from modern ones. This kind of unknown Sensation that can make it difficult to breathe.
But he couldn't help but want to explore this unknown.
Maybe, I’m not used to it yet. It’s like a normal person watching a horror movie, feeling both pain and happiness.
Zheng Fan returned to his room and lay on the bed. Everyone outside was busy and making preparations. Zheng Fan took a nap.
This sleep lasted much longer than expected. When I woke up, I found that it was already dark outside.
"I can really sleep."
Zheng Fan laughed at himself helplessly.
Actually, Zheng Fan also wanted to see if he could be of any help, otherwise he would be called "Master" one by one by them, with a look of shame on his face.
But Zheng Fan knew that he seemed to be unable to help. If he forced himself to help, he might even be unhelpful.
Perhaps, if you take a nap in the house and let them offer you as a mascot, they will be happier.
After leaving the room and walking into the courtyard, I happened to see A Ming again.
A Ming was standing in the shadow of the wine cellar door, holding a small file in his hand, as if he was trimming his nails.
When he sensed Zheng Fan coming, A Ming raised his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:
"My lord, Fan Li had already followed a detachment of the barbarian tribe in the afternoon. The caravan has gone to the desert, and Xue San has also gone to camp. The wife of the patrol captain who went to visit the city in the afternoon has not returned yet. "
A Ming is still talking. Continue to cut your nails.
"Yes."
Zheng Fan responded, then hesitated and asked:
"Can I help you in any way?"
A Ming was stunned for a moment. , there seemed to be something meaningful in his eyes, and he said:
“Actually, Lord, you have already helped a lot.”
Zheng Fan was speechless. He thought A Ming meant that if he didn't cause trouble, he was just helping.
Who knows, A Ming continued:
"The bidding over there has ended, but there is some trouble."
"What trouble?"
< br>“The higher bidder paid a bit too much.”
"So..."
Zheng Fan has never doubted Feng Siniang's charm. Men have different tastes. Some like petite ones, some like big ones, some like cuckoos and others like woo. Woo woo;
But Feng Siniang, as a perfect mature woman imagined by Qin Siyao, her every frown and smile are definitely extremely attractive.
One of the most effective ways to tell whether a man is lustful is to put your index finger between a man's upper lip and nose. If there is breath, it proves that he is lustful.
“That person also has an entourage, which is said to be an entourage, but is more like a bodyguard.
This young man came to Hutou City a few days ago. At the brothel in the east of Hutou City, he asked two women to enter the inn. However, the two women entered the inn but were carried out. One is now Still alive, one has died.
He paid the money to the kiln, and there was no trouble at that kiln. "
According to the previous arrangement, Feng Siniang opened the door to receive guests this time because she wanted to catch a big fish. Her purpose was to torture the world's "world view" from the mouth of this big fish.< br>
Then, to be on the safe side, this fish must be disposed of, etc. After the "world view" sharing is over, Liang Cheng or A Ming will wear the clothes of the big fish and walk out of the inn with a "finished" attitude, clearing the suspicion of the inn.
Originally, only. Target that big fish, and he’s a man.
But with the addition of a guard and entourage out of thin air, there are a lot of variables. In addition, A Ming said that this person shouted the highest price and was the one who crushed the whole crowd. The richer and more distinguished the person, the more his entourage and guard. The strength may be stronger.
The devil is jumping, don’t take it off for fun.
"How about poisoning?" Zheng Fan suggested.
"I have observed that the attendant, after entering the inn, although he has been sitting next to his master, he has never drank or eaten."
This This kind of follower will require you to stay awake at all times, so it is more difficult to deal with.
Especially when the demon kings under Zheng Fan were still ordinary people.
“Since the idea is too tough, let’s give up.”
Zheng Fan didn’t want them to suffer losses.
A Ming smiled, his teeth were very white, shook his head, and said:
"The more powerful the follower is, the more things the master knows, and the more aggressive we will be against him. It’s valuable. Besides, Siniang has already received money from her, so it’s impossible for her to really let her sleep with her.”
"Yes."
"Lord, if you want to help, you can help me carry this jar of wine to the front hall. Calculate the time, it's almost time."
"Oh , OK.”
Zheng Fan looked around on the ground and saw a small wine jar, and immediately bent down to pick it up.
“So heavy......”
"It contains incense ash."
"Is this thing used for sneak attacks?"
"Well, the Lord sees the right time and just hits the guard, and the rest , leave it to Liang Cheng and me."
"Okay, okay."
Zheng Fan nodded vigorously.
"My Lord, go ahead. Liang Cheng is waiting at the entrance of the stairs in the front hall."
"What about you?"
A Ming pointed to the south side of the yard, where there is a ladder. , leading directly to the front lobby on the second floor.
"I will go into Siniang's room from the ladder and help Siniang control the big fish first; the guard will guard the room in the outer room. When you guys take action, I will sneak attack from behind him in the inner room. ."
"Okay."
Although in the comic story, Zheng Fan has "killed countless people", "full of blood" and "heinous crimes", but to be honest, he is just a keyboard warrior. Well, he may have a little more imagination than the ordinary keyboard warrior.
He has never even killed a chicken, but killing people...well...this is really killing, he has killed himself.
Zheng Fan entered the front hall with a small wine jar. Liang Cheng was indeed standing at the top of the stairs waiting. When he saw Zheng Fan walking up with the wine jar in his arms, Liang Cheng seemed a little surprised. In addition to the surprise, he was also a little surprised. anger.
"Who asked the Lord to come to you, A Ming?"
"I asked for it myself." Zheng Fan replied.
Liang Cheng frowned, and it could be seen that he was quite dissatisfied;
Zheng Fan, on the other hand, was a little uneasy and could only continue: "I will follow your orders, smash the ashes and run away."
< br>He felt that Liang Cheng thought that he was useless and could only get in the way, so he was dissatisfied.
But Liang Cheng’s next cold words surprised Zheng Fan:
“The safety of the Lord cannot be compromised.”
Are you caring about me?
"I'll hit it and run away. Nothing will happen. Besides, there are still you guys."
Seemingly seeing that Zheng Fan was still insisting, Liang Cheng nodded helplessly. It means consent.
Immediately, he turned around and walked upstairs.
Zheng Fan naturally followed him with the wine jar in his arms. In fact, Zheng Fan still felt that this action was a bit radical.
Fan Li went to the desert with the caravan to open up his horizons to the barbarians; Xue San went to the government to steal documents and letterheads; and the blind man went north to seduce the wife of a general. These are actually enough, right?
But the inn plans to obtain information directly by silencing them. It’s okay if it succeeds, but what if it fails?
However, Zheng Fan could also understand in his heart that these guys were originally monsters in comics who killed without batting an eye and even took pleasure in killing. When they did things, many times they really only focused on the results. , regardless of the process and means.
Normal people do things when they are strong enough, but lunatics don’t do things until they are strong enough!
And now the action has begun, the arrow is on the string, and there is no time to think about anything else. The four ladies of Renfeng have already welcomed the guests into the boudoir
.........
In the yard,
After Zheng Fan entered the front hall,
A Ming still stood at the door of the wine cellar for a while.
Yes, he was still holding the small file in his hand, but he was not trimming his nails as Zheng Fan thought before.
Instead,
Piercing the tip of the file into his palm again and again.
“Poof!”
“Poof!”
“Poof!”
The wounds were punctured one by one,
and then
the wounds healed quickly one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, A Ming stopped his continuous self-mutilation behavior, raised his head, and looked at the moon, which was not very bright tonight.
He smiled. (End of chapter)