Soon, he retreated with a lantern. The "drunkard" ran away after a while.
"Someone is coming." Mo Feifan raised his hand and said in a low voice: "Let brothers hide well."
Fenghua listened carefully, but it was quiet at night, and there was no movement. He muttered in his heart, Brother Fan must have heard wrong, there was no one there.
However, Mo Feifan was the boss, and seeing the serious look on his face, he was too embarrassed to reveal his suspicions, so he whispered to his subordinates to hide their bodies in the night as much as possible.
Not long after, more than thirty men in black cloaks actually walked out of the alley opposite. These people were carrying weapons on their backs, including hoes and pickaxes.
"It's really here." Fenghua shouted in his heart.
Seeing these people coming, the two servants immediately greeted them. After a brief conversation, the group walked into the courtyard together. About a quarter of an hour later, the man in black in a cloak came out again.
The leader was a scrawny old man, with arms and shoulders, and two white eyebrows. He was so thin that he seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time. Judging from their appearance, these people were not the same as the two people who were guarding the door just now.
Simple people.
"What are they going to do? Could it be that they heard the news?" Fenghua's right hand involuntarily tightened the machete at his waist and said with concentration. His words made the men around him become nervous.
Mo Feifan stared at the old man in the middle, and said without blinking: "No, it looks like he was robbing a tomb." He believed in Brother Liusha's ability to do things, and the other party probably didn't know that.
Fenghua hummed and then asked, "Boss Mo, do you think there are any enemies of yours there?"
Although many years have passed, Mo Feifan still remembers the appearance of those people. Now when compared with the thin old man, his appearance looks much older, but he can still be sure.
Mo Feifan's eyes were blazing with fire, his face was as cold as ice and he said: "Yes, of course there is, that person is Wei Zihu." After that, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the thin old man.
Fenghua cast a glance and determined the assassination target. He slowly pulled out the dagger from his waist: "Okay, then I will kill him myself."
Just as he was about to take action, he was stopped by Mo Feifan again. Fenghua didn't know why and asked puzzledly: "Why don't you let us kill him? Is it because you care about the people around him?"
Mo Feifan nodded, then shook his head: "Although I hate Wei Zihu to death, I am very interested in his tomb robbing operation tonight."
"What do you mean..." Feng Hua said half a sentence and then didn't say any more. He wanted to wait for Mo Feifan to finish.
Mo Feifan raised the corner of his mouth and said with a sinister smile: "The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind it. I want both the mantis and the cicada in the mantis's mouth."
"Oh? Brother Fan is also interested in tomb robbing?" Fenghua raised his head and asked.
"I'm interested in anything that can help the gang grow. The gang needs a lot of money to support so many brothers. Although we still have about a hundred thousand taels on hand, it's far from enough. If we can be here
If you can make some money from it, that's not a bad idea." Mo Feifan became enlightened at a young age.
At this time, Wei Zihu and his men had already covered their faces. After doing this, they immediately walked to the east of the town. These people were not fast, but they were very cautious, as if they were always on guard against being followed.
The killer brothers of the Quicksand Organization are all good at tracking and following the enemy. They follow the enemy unhurriedly to ensure that they will not be discovered and will not be lost.
In the next two days, Wei Zihu and his party passed through Yang County, then Qiushui Town, and finally they returned to Mo Feifan's territory - Liujia Town. Along the way, these people stopped and walked,
He didn't move very fast, as if he wasn't in a hurry.
Mo Feifan and others followed patiently until they came to a place called Jiangjun Mountain.
Jiangjun Mountain is about five miles north of the market town of Liujia Town. It consists of a main peak several hundred feet high and dozens of smaller peaks.
Among the mountains, there is such an isolated village.
This village is not big, with only fifty or sixty households at first glance. A meandering stream flows through the fresh green and thick mat-like grassland. It winds into a beautiful arc and flows around the thatched huts. The sound of the flowing water is astonishing.
Like the pure and innocent laughter of a girl, so light, so clear, and so fragile. Women in the village were beating their clothes with sticks in small groups by the stream, and the loud chatter could be heard from far away.
A few children were playing around, flying kites and running barefoot on the grass...
Then I looked towards a small mountain peak behind the village, and saw a large green grass slope with green waves, undulating with the wind, full of charm. Even if I rolled down the hillside and rolled down on the thick soft grass, one or two
Even if it falls down the mountain, it will not be damaged in any way.
Even more beautiful are the Qihuayao grasses, dotted among them. There are a few particularly tall purple-blue morning glory trees that tremble gently in the morning breeze. It makes people feel that the wind is blowing, the grass is moving, the flowers are trembling, and the rhythm of the water flow is all.
are consistent.
But what is even sweeter is the singing in the wind.
The girl's singing seems to make this beautiful and pure place full of happiness, just like the lightness of a deer must be set off by its jumping posture.
The song is like the water melting quietly under the thin ice in spring. It is as natural and comfortable to the ears as if the fairy in the clouds brings the wind...
This place is very close to the market town of Liujia Town, so Mo Feifan naturally knows this place. But what he doesn't know is that in addition to the endless mountain peaks, there is such a beautiful place here.
While he was talking, Wei Zihu and his party had already walked towards a house at the head of the village. As soon as they arrived at the door, an old man who looked frail but energetic came out to greet them.
After the two exchanged pleasantries, the old man welcomed Wei Zihu and others into the yard with a smile. Judging from their behavior, it is very reminiscent that they are in a group. If this is the case, then our side
He was passive. It was too difficult to kill a group of highly skilled people in an unfamiliar place.
Mo Feifan rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought for a long time.
At this time, Fenghua also noticed this. He couldn't help but said: "Unexpectedly, there are people from Wei Zihu here. We may not be able to match so many people. I think we should go to Liujia Town to bring in reinforcements.
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He was not afraid, and he fully believed in his brother's strength, but he could not risk Mo Feifan's life. You must know that the lives and deaths of so many people depended on him, and if he had any shortcomings, he would not be able to escape the blame for his death.
At this time, a gust of wind blew down a board in front of the wooden pillar in front of the house. Qian Shuyuan, who was sharp-eyed, saw a few words vaguely written on the wooden pillar. After reading the content above, she was stunned.
He sighed deeply and said, "Don't worry, Wei Zihu has nothing to do with the people in this village. That family provides accommodation."
Accommodation?! Such a small and shabby village can provide accommodation for outsiders? Why does this sound so weird?
Fenghua raised his head and looked at Qian Shuyuan in surprise. Even Mo Feifan had the same reaction. Following the direction of Qian Shuyuan's fingers, they finally saw clearly the four rustic people above them with great effort.
The word "inverted bucket accommodation".
After seeing these four words clearly, Fenghua smiled: "I see, it seems that outsiders often come to this place to rob tombs. If this is the case, it will save us a lot of trouble."
Mo Feifan didn't take it seriously, but his brows furrowed deeper. He had a vague feeling that this farmer's family was not as simple as it seemed.
While they were talking, Wei Zihu and others had already left the courtyard. This time, they did not bring any tomb robbers. Each of them carried bows and arrows lightly, as if they were going hunting. The leader was a young man in his twenties.
The young man was very strong, with a strong upper body naked and a large hunting knife on his back.
When they crossed the village and set foot on the path up the back mountain, Fenghua asked the two capable little brothers to follow them quietly.
The fewer people there are, the smaller the target will be, and the less likely it will be discovered by the enemy. After a while, he will ask the brothers to follow him based on the signals left by the two brothers along the way.
"I wonder if Brother Fenghua is interested in exploring this 'inverted accommodation' with me?" Mo Feifan raised his brows, revealing two deep dimples.
"Uh? Then we don't want to follow Wei Zihu and the others?" Fenghua asked noncommittally.
Mo Feifan waved his hand and said with a smile: "If I guess correctly, they are just going to step on the plate this time. They want to follow, but we don't all have to go."
Hearing what Mo Feifan said was reasonable, Fenghua said, "No problem, just the two of us?"
"Well, just the two of us will go." As he spoke, he had already taken steps towards the farmer's house. Zhang Rao and Cai Mengyu originally wanted to follow, but Mo Feifan simply refused. This place was not under his control.
Under this, he could not guarantee their safety.
The three women stayed where they were with great reluctance. Fenghua gave instructions in a low voice and quickly followed them.
After a while, the two came to the door of the farmer's small courtyard. Before they could step in, a strange fragrance wafted from the courtyard. I don't know what the smell was from. It was special.
It smells so good that it almost makes your nose fall off.
Fenghua seemed to like this feeling very much. He closed his eyes and took a few breaths: "This fragrance smells so good. No matter what it is, I have to buy a few packs to take home."
Mo Feifan's reaction was completely different from Fenghua's. He rubbed his nose and shook his head.
Before Mo Feifan could speak, a loud voice came from the courtyard.
The speaker was the old man who greeted Wei Zihu. He looked frail but energetic. The old man laughed loudly and said, "Haha, don't buy too much of this, it's unlucky."
Fenghua and Mo Feifan had already seen that the old man's hands were covered with red incense powder and he was rolling a cylindrical thing. Inside the cylindrical thing, there were hundreds of unformed burning incense sticks. It seemed that the old man was doing this.
Make incense.
Mo Feifan was very curious and asked: "Old man, why is this thing unlucky?"
After hearing this, the old man stopped what he was doing and said with a smile: "This thing I made is called soft corpse incense. It is used when opening coffins to touch gold and encountering corpses that are not rotten. First, burn them in front of the coffin.
Apply the soft corpse incense, and after an hour or three, the corpse will be as soft as a living person. At this time, you can easily remove the valuable ghost weapons from the corpse."
(ps. I accidentally heard an old song today. It touched me so much that I almost shed tears. Youth is so good. Let me share "Independence" by Michelle Vicki)