At this moment, Mao Xiang's posture was a little strange.

The hind hips are slightly raised, the left leg is slightly extended, and the right leg is slightly bent.

He held the bottom with one hand, reached over his head with the other, and patted the wall.

The shoulders were trembling, as if they were exerting force.

"Um!"

A subtle sound of force poured into my ears.

"Um!"

Mao Xiang's head, as his body exerted his strength,

The hand holding the wall also began to force.

"Um!"

Another strong sound, the raised hips, from behind to forward.

Xiaoquan couldn't help it, "Tutang, try hard!"

"You're talking for nothing!" Xiaowu cursed, "Tutang just felt that you were gone!"

Mao Xiang stiffened and then exerted force again.

"Oh!" After a slightly pleasant voice, there were endless clamors.

After a while, Mao Xiang shivered twice, and the cloth in his hand was completely soaked.

The old man came forward and took it, divided it into two pieces, and gave these two pieces to Xiaoquan and Xiaowu. He covered his own cloth directly on his face.

"Dutang, have you... been angry recently?" Xiaoquan muttered, covering his mouth and nose. After taking two breaths, his mind gradually became clear and his face improved a lot.

Then, Xiaoquan and Xiaowu stood up and walked inside with the old man.

"Go in Tantan, the old rules, scissors, stone cloth, whoever loses will go to the front!" The three of them said, suddenly looking back at Mao Xiang.

"Dutang, don't you go down?" Xiaoquan asked.

"Dutang didn't cover his mouth and nose, and he fainted when he went down!" Xiaowu said as he looked at Mao Xiang, whose hands were empty and his eyebrows were trembling.

The old man thought, "Why, please squeeze more? But you also know that my subordinates are old and have little urine and yellow urine!"

"I'll do it!" Xiao Quan and Xiaowu said in unison, "I've been holding it in for a long time!"

As he said that, he pulled his pants open.........

~~

The iron pot on the stove was lifted up, revealing a narrow step. The strong fishy smell and smoke rushed over.

Yes, the flint in Mao Xiang's hand lit the torch and threw it down with a rush.

With the light of fire, they saw clearly that there was a narrow step below.

The assassin built the dark room under the stove. No wonder they didn't make a fire to cook, because the stove was the passage to the dark room.

The old man was hunched over, because when he was the stone scissors, he was the only one who came out of the cloth, and Xiaoquan and Xiaowu were all scissors.

He held a small military crossbow with the opening of the machine in his hand. Xiao Quan and Xiao Wu each had a delicate and exquisite musket handed to them by Mao Xiang.

And Mao Xiang, at some point, had an extra thunder in his hand.

This is a new and improved thing from the Firearm Foundry Bureau. It looks like an iron ball on the outside, but there is a lead underneath. When the lead is pulled, the phosphorus fire inside ignites the gunpowder. If you throw it out, you can kill a large area.

With a thud, the old man's footsteps landed.

Afterwards, all three of them came down without any danger.

The torch was raised again, and the scene in the dark room was fully revealed.

A large dark room, like a square cellar, without any depressing feeling, can accommodate at least ten people. There are all kinds of beds and water tanks inside, and some leftover food is scattered on the ground.

Suddenly, Xiao Quan's feet became soft and he lowered his head to look.

"unlucky!"

He suddenly stepped on a hand under his feet.

A dead hand, the man seemed to have been dead for a few days. His face had become bruised and swollen, his eyes were protruding, his mouth was wide open, and his body was smelly.

Mao Xiang squatted down and used a knife to push away the corpse's clothes. He suffered several knife wounds on the abdomen.

"Assassin!" Xiaoquan whispered, "He died here after being seriously injured!"

"It may also be his accomplice. I'm afraid he's a burden, so I'll deal with him!" Mao Xiang stabbed the throat of the corpse with a knife, "Well, it's the accomplice who should have taken action, and the Adam's apple was broken!"

Later, they found many gauzes and medicine bottles in the cellar. It seems that there are more than one injured assassin.

"Hold the gauze and the medicine bottle... and look back and compare with the medicine shop in the city!" Mao Xiang ordered.

Then he walked to the corner of the wall, carefully searching among the leftover food residues.

He opened his fingers to the food residue and garbage, and first found a small piece of pasta in it. Then, he found a small piece of paper that had been burned but left with handwriting.

The handwriting is only halfway, and when you get close to the fire, you can barely recognize the word "month".

Mao Xiang put it carefully in his arms, continued to search inside, and found a piece of burnt paper with handwriting and another piece of remaining pasta.

The handwriting on the paper is money, and this piece of pasta is harder than the one in front, with a few sesame seeds on it.

~~~

"It's been an hour since I went in, so I haven't come out yet?" Outside the house, Black King Kong was a little anxious.

The sound of footsteps came not far away, and it was his subordinates who were escorting Wanshitong back.

"Where is the thing?" San'er, with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, asked immediately.

A gangster with a ferocious face looked like he was not a good person. He took out a jade pendant from his pocket, "Brother Third, the pawnshop's shopkeeper relied on his back and refused to give it to me at the beginning. I gave him a few harsh blows and stabbed him in the calves with one knife!"

This jade pendant is a jade Buddha. It is not large in size and is only the size of a little finger, but the workmanship is very exquisite. It feels warm in your hand. I think the jade material is not ordinary.

San'er looked at the jade pendant and scolded the gangster, "It's just to give money. Didn't I say that you are not allowed to cause trouble in this situation?"

"I... didn't bring any money!" The gangster lowered his head.

At this moment, the voice of Black King Kong suddenly came from the front, "Don't talk!"

Mao Xiang came out with Xiao Quan Xiaowu and the old man. The three of them were still cold. Unlike before, their mouths and noses were covered, and only their eyes were exposed.

This is even more terrifying.

"There are corpses in the cellar inside. If you ask someone to drag it out, remember not to touch anything on the corpse!" Mao Xiang said.

Black King Kong was not long-winded, "Yes!" and looked at Mao Xiang, "My son..."

"I can't die!" Xiao Quan answered for Mao Xiang, and then said, "How many pharmacies are there in the city?" He said, sneering, "Don't say you don't know, you gangsters are inseparable from the golden sore medicine!"

"And!" Mao Xiang said, "Is there anyone with the surname Qian sells sesame cakes in the city?"

San'er, with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, stepped forward and handed the jade pendant with both hands, "There is a family of money in Xicheng. It has been open for twenty years, and it is also a business for several generations!"

"Give me the names of all the shops selling snacks!" Mao Xiang said again, taking the jade pendant from the other party's hand.

In an instant, something else flashed through his eyes.

"It's really the White Lotus Sect!" he said in his heart.

Because this jade pendant was exactly the same as what he found in Liu Baoer's room, but what he wondered in his heart was, is the White Lotus Sect so rich? The jade pendants are all the best Western Region Warm Jade?

"I'll leave first, someone will contact you when you look back!" Mao Xiang put the jade pendant in his arms, turned around and left.

"Oh..." Hei King Kong wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to speak.

~~

Seeing them walking away, Hei King just started to curse, "Fuck it!"

San'er still looked at the direction where Mao Xiang and others disappeared, "Where are these people coming from? It's really evil!"

"Go and pull out the body he said!" Hei King Kong said irritably, "Damn it, when my son comes back, I..."

San'er gave the people next to him a look and several men entered the yard.

"Brother, I think it's better to cut the mess quickly and don't get too involved!" San'er whispered, "Look, I've got another body out, what can I do tomorrow?"

"It's too late to get out now!" Black King Kong was not a reckless man either. "My son is in their hands, and we have done so much for them..." As he said that, he stopped talking, his eyes fell on the side and kept bowing his head, listening to their words.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work!" San'er hugged Wanshitong's shoulders, "You go back and have a sleep first, and the hard work fee will be delivered to your house tomorrow morning. We are the most rules-oriented when doing things, and we have clear rewards and punishments!"

"The little one understands......uh..."

Puchi, a knife pierced his back.

He turned his head incredibly and looked at San'er with a expressionless face.

San'er grabbed the hilt of the dagger and twisted with a sneer.

Cruff, the world master heard the sound of bone shattering in the pain.

"Don't........."
To be continued...