This is a ghost market, a place without laws. Whoever has a strong fist or a big fist is the law.
Of course, if yours is big and hard, you can basically walk sideways.
Long Feicheng thought he could walk sideways, but he didn't expect that he would die before leaving the army. His little sister's legs were not even touched, so he was driven out.
Some of Feng Lailou's thugs took whips and whipped Long Feicheng from a distance. The pain made Long Feicheng scream and he almost pulled out his Weiwei sword and fought to the death.
Fortunately, Yan Shouyi and the others arrived in time, suppressed Long Feicheng's hand that was about to draw the sword, and said hurriedly:
"If you have something to say, please say it, but don't do anything!"
Seeing that Long Feicheng and the others actually had accomplices, and that they didn't seem to be easy to mess with, the old bustard raised his hand to signal the thugs to stop.
However, the thugs were old men, and they knew in their hearts that stopping now might just be the calm before the storm. If they didn't come to an agreement later, they might be beaten even more severely.
So the thug holding the whip coiled up the whip and was ready to pull it out at any time.
When Long Feicheng and the others saw Yan Shouyi, it was as if they were seeing a savior, which made them burst into tears.
Lin Zitong snorted lightly and blamed:
"It's okay for you to just eat, drink, whore, and gamble. I won't care about you until you lead a bad fool. But this is a ghost market, and we have serious business to do. You are so obsessed that you even want to come here to drink flower wine!"
Lin Zitong is the well-deserved eldest sister in the team, so Long Feicheng is naturally afraid of her.
Long Feicheng shrank his neck and gritted his teeth again, with a look of determination on his face.
When Weng Qianxiang saw this, he felt secretly guilty in his heart. Brother Long was trying to blame all the mistakes on himself!
Don’t say anything anymore, brother, I’ll pay for it next time!
But just when Weng Qianxiang was grateful to Long Feicheng, Long Feicheng suddenly rebelled and pointed at Weng Qianxiang and said:
"This old man can't bear it!"
"Holy shit!" Weng Qianxiang cursed directly.
"The old man said that he has never been Ning Caichen, and today he wants to show off his ghostly demeanor. I can't persuade him, so I can only follow him and stare at him, and remind him when he makes a mistake!
"
Weng Qianxiang pointed at Long Feicheng and was speechless. He thought of Long Feicheng's classic saying again.
So cowardly! Not loyal! Betray your brother!
Although Long Feicheng told a lot of lies, Lin Zitong obviously didn't believe them all.
She rolled her eyes at Long Feicheng. Even if this matter was over for now, after all, there were still people from Feng Lailou to deal with.
Yan Shouyi asked: "What have you done?"
Long Feicheng replied in a low voice: "I just ordered a few ladies, but I didn't expect them to pay first and then play. I took out the ghost coins, but they didn't recognize it and said they wanted to take three liters of my blood."
"Didn't Mr. Liu say before that the ghost market does not recognize ghost coins?" Yan Shouyi sighed helplessly.
Everyone in the ghost market takes what they need, and ghost coins are the most useless things. The man selling earthen jars before asked for souls, and the Feng Lai Tower in front of him asked for the blood of living people. They all seem to have uses.
The old bustard reminded at this time: "A woman has three liters of blood, and they both ordered ten, that's sixty liters! I don't care whether the blood belongs to you or the cat or the dog, in any case, we want to see the blood."
Weng Qianxiang shouted: "Then you should kill us!"
"You think we don't dare?" the old bustard said with a smile, "Our most famous dish at Feng Lai Restaurant is the human flesh barbecued pork buns. If you are willing to exchange meat for blood, we don't mind."
The two of them swallowed, feeling a little apprehensive. Fortunately, when they were ordering, Long Feicheng thought the buns were too solid and didn't order them.
Otherwise, you will have to taste human flesh.
They once again realized the horror of the ghost market. This place cannot be dealt with using the methods of the human world.
Now that the matter has come to this, Yan Shouyi, as the party in the wrong, can only find a way to negotiate.
It was impossible to get out sixty liters of blood, either by killing Long Feicheng and Weng Qianxiang, or by killing two innocent people on the roadside.
"What...Mommy?" Yan Shouyi shouted awkwardly.
The madam was also stunned, she had never heard of such a title.
Lin Zitong coughed and reminded Yan Shouyi that this title was inappropriate in Fenglai Tower.
Yan Shouyi was a little embarrassed and skipped the address:
"In addition to blood, what else do you want?"
The madam frowned, and the pink on her face was squeezed together. She said coldly: "We want nothing but blood."
"You can't do this in business. There will always be changes, right?"
"Why don't you think about who you want to be the stuffing of our buns tonight."
Seeing that the madam's attitude was so tough, Yan Shouyi felt that there was no need to continue the communication.
He winked at Long Feicheng and the others.
After experiencing so much together, everyone had a tacit understanding. Long Feicheng turned sideways, his anger sinking in his dantian, and he ran away immediately just waiting for Yan Shou's orders.
However, the madam had already seen through their plan and immediately shouted to the thugs: "Get them for me and send them to the kitchen to chop them up and make steamed buns!"
Several thugs took action immediately and blocked the exit quickly.
The guests at Feng Lai Lou seemed to have been used to this kind of thing for a long time. They all sat on their chairs and watched the show without hiding. Some of them even licked their lips, thinking about whose buns they should order later.
"Do it!"
Yan Shou saw that he couldn't hide, so he had no choice but to be tough. He looked kind at first, so he grabbed the neck of the thug in front of him and punched the thug twice in the face.
The thug was a ghost, and he couldn't withstand Yan Shou's punch. Half of his head was broken in two punches, but Yan Shou deliberately avoided the area between his eyebrows, so that the ghost wouldn't be stunned on the spot!
The madam didn't expect Yan Shouyi to be so fierce, so he was so frightened that he backed away and hid behind a beam.
Some thugs thought that Lin Zitong was a woman and easier to bully, so they whipped her with a whip.
Who knew that Lin Zitong just shook the soul-calling bell in his hand, and the thug lost control of his body. He wrapped his whip around his neck and strangled him to death. His already pale face became even paler.
During the meeting, the person from Feng Lai Tower didn't get any benefit at all, and the madam began to panic.
She hurriedly shouted: "Go and call the landlord! Go quickly!"
At this moment, many peach petals scattered in the sky.
The petals of peach blossoms are small and pink, like a continuous drizzle, falling on people's bodies and making them feel itchy and heart-warming.
In this peach blossom rain, a pink ghost shadow fell from the sky.
Long Feicheng looked up and couldn't help but swallow. He saw the pink dress unfolding in the wind, and a pair of slender legs sticking out like flower cores.
"This leg is enough for me to play with for three years..." Long Feicheng muttered.
Wang Ji, who was on the side, patted Long Feicheng on the head and cursed: "You are so evil-minded, this woman is not simple at first sight, don't mess with her again!"
The female ghost in a pink dress landed on the ground and sat directly on the table in front of Yan Shouyi. She crossed her legs and picked up a pot of wine from the guest. She drank from the spout.
Small mouth.
But her little cherry mouth seemed unable to drink so much wine. The overflowing red wine flowed down her white chin, through her delicate neck, and finally fell into the deep ravine.
Gudu.
The men around him swallowed their saliva in unison.