Looking at the two people who kept begging for mercy.

Zhang Zhiwei did not ask any more questions, thinking back to the conversation with the group of photographers.

He was very angry just now, so he just got into the bucket without saying any more nonsense.

But from a few words, he heard that a patter seemed to have said that they were members of the Cao Gang.

Caobang...

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while, and he still had an impression of the Caobang. This impression did not mean that the reputation of the Caobang was so great that it spread to Longhu Mountain, but that he knew about it before crossing over.

Speaking of Caobang, many people don’t know it, but its other name is well known by everyone, that is Qinggang, also known as Qinggang and Anqinggang.

It was originally a secret guild association among water transport sailors in the Qing Dynasty. The original intention of the association was to protect their own interests and fight against the government.

It was first built in the fifth to seventh years of Yongzheng reign (1727-1729). The disciples used to be engaged in water transportation, so they were called the grain boat gang. There were many people joining the gang from north to south.

Legend has it that Luo Jiao, a folk religion that originated in the Ming Dynasty, was first distributed in Beizhi, Shandong and other places, and later developed along the canal to the north and south of the Yangtze River.

During the Republic of China, the Caogang developed rapidly and became unprecedentedly powerful. Some famous people in later generations, such as Huang Huangrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin, were all members of the Caogang.

The greater the power of this kind of gang organization, the more bloated it will be and the worse it will be internally. It cannot be ruled out that there are some righteous people in it, but the vast majority are villains who have done all kinds of bad things.

Because they almost controlled the blackest industry in the dark period of the Republic of China.

Like colluding with warlords and politicians, collecting protection fees, opening casinos and brothels, drug trafficking, kidnapping and extortion, sharing the stolen goods, human trafficking... almost everything is included.

Is the current business considered human trafficking? Those who can be sold are sold, and those who cannot be sold are harvested and cut into pieces?

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while, looked at the two people who were trembling with fear, and said in a deep voice: "Drive well!"

After that, he slammed the door of the locomotive and returned to the coal-loading carriage.

Look at the children huddled in the corner.

These children seemed to have been drugged and lost their minds. They didn't react at all to the noisy fight just now, and they were still huddled in the corner stupidly.

Zhang Zhiwei was planning to go over and check it out.

Suddenly.

"Dingling bell..."

A harsh bell sounded.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Zhiwei noticed that the bell in the hand of the Paihuazi leader whom he had beaten into a sieve with coal had rolled into the corner due to the vibration of the train. The harsh sound was when the bell rolled.

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"What the hell?"

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand to grab it, Qi swallowed it from the palm of his hand, and took the bell into his hand to inspect it.

This copper bell is not big, only about the size of a fist. It has a hideous and grotesque child's face painted on it, giving it a chilling feeling.

"Although I don't know the specific function, but... it is an extremely destructive magical weapon!"

The reason why it is said to be extremely sinister is that Zhang Zhiwei saw that the copper bell contained a dark and evil aura.

This breath formed a distorted and struggling blurred face. This face seemed to want to rush out, but it was bound by the copper bell and could not escape.

"This is..."

Zhang Zhiwei was about to take a closer look when he suddenly felt a thorn in his back, and something was staring at him, full of malice.

"Oh, woo!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched and eerie voice sounded.

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head.

I saw that the black jar covered with strange yellow symbols that was originally standing in the corner rolled to the middle.

A human head slowly poked out from the jar in front.

The head wears a black melon-skin hat, the round face seems to be painted with a layer of white paint, the cheeks are bright red, the mouth is small and the eyes are big, and he is not popular at all.

This look... just like a paper man who was buried in a funeral, the scene is a bit eye-catching.

"Oh, hee hee hee..."

The human head sticking out of the jar showed a sinister smile to Zhang Zhiwei.

That eerie laughter made Zhang Zhiwei feel a sense of disgust in his heart, either fear or pure disgust.

This laughter... gave him an ultimate viciousness, with a hint of innocent ambivalence.

Zhang Zhiwei hated this kind of self-contradiction and decided to transcend it on the spot, in terms of physics.

"Hee hee hee!"

The head smiled and stretched out its arms and legs from the jar, just like a turtle.

The strange thing is that there are no holes in the jar for the hands and feet to stick out.

But when it stretched out its hands and legs, lines like water ripples appeared on the surface of the jar, and then its hands and feet came out of thin air.

After getting out his hands and feet, the man in the jar stretched out his hand and took out a piece of white paper from the mouth of the jar. He took the paper in one hand and made a scissor shape with the other hand, and cut the white paper into the shape of a big knife.

Then he blew on the paper knife, and the paper knife quickly filled and hardened, and the blade was still glowing with cold light, just like a real knife.

"Hehehe..."

The man in the jar glanced at the body of Paihuazi leader, smiled sinisterly, and struck Zhang Zhiwei's head with a paper knife.

The paper knife is powerful and heavy, just like the real thing.

"Huhuhu..."

The air roared loudly, a strong wind blew against my face, and a rotting corpse-like stench emanated from the jar.

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his finger, and a bolt of lightning flew out and hit the man's paper knife.

When the two collided, the paper knife instantly shattered inch by inch and turned into powder.

Then, the electric light continued unabated, and with a "boom", a large hole was opened on the jar.

The body of the altar was broken, and strands of smelly black blood dripped from the mouth. The man in the altar rolled on the ground in pain, and a high-pitched scream came from his mouth.

"Like a turtle, are the altar body and the body integrated into one body?"

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his finger and fired another bolt of lightning, pointing directly at the man's eyebrows.

Sensing the danger, the jar man put his limbs and head into the jar like a turtle, escaping the blow.

The man in the jar seemed to be a bit smart. He suffered a loss as soon as he came into contact with Zhang Zhiwei. He gave up on the spot and didn't dare to show up again. He controlled the jar to spin around like a wheel in an attempt to escape.

The direction in which it escaped was exactly the direction of the third-class carriage.

"Run to a crowded place?! I want to see who you are?"

Zhang Zhiwei jumped up and came to the front of the jar man. With his body covered by golden light, he didn't worry about being bitten. He reached directly into the jar, grabbed the jar man's neck, and pulled out its head.
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"Ho ho ho..."

Being choked, the jar man screamed and struggled, but to no avail. Zhang Zhiwei pinched its neck and knocked it to the ground.

"Bang!"

The back of the jar man's head hit the ground, stars were popping up in front of his eyes, his eyes were protruding, he stuck out a small part of his tongue, and roared.

Zhang Zhiwei held it with one hand and tore off the yellow talismans all over the altar with his other hand. He then pointed his fingers together into a sword and transformed it into a shape with Qi. The golden light formed a sharp sword on his fingertips. He raised the sword and cut it downwards from the mouth of the altar.
Chapter completed!