While the "Poverty Relief Conference" in Gwangju City was in full swing, a group of men in black quietly boarded several small boats from a pier at Nanwan Lake and used the cover of fog to sneak into the lake where Mr. Qiu had lived for many years.
Heart Island.
They quickly found the entrance to the secret room and began to file in.
Suddenly, the man in black who seemed to be the leader suddenly discovered that there was an old man in his fifties walking towards us in the distance. He motioned for the others to go into the secret room first, while he stayed to deal with the old man!
He knew that old man. It was none other than Mr. Qiu!
Mr. Qiu expected that the poisonous smoke in the secret room would be almost gone by now, and the hundreds of servants inside would be almost ready to die. So he came over to confirm whether all those people were dead. If they were, he would prepare
First, take out one or two antique treasures from the secret room, dispose of them, and exchange them for some money! Of course, the money exchange must be both concealed and fast. You must not be too slow. If it is too late, it will all belong to the person named Feng!
When he was approaching the pavilion, he suddenly noticed a murderous aura coming from the front!
He suddenly looked up and saw a tall man in black. His face was pale and lifeless, like a zombie!
Master Qiu asked in shock: "Who are you? What are you doing?"
The "zombie face" in black sneered: "I am the corpse collector of the Demon Cult! Of course I come here to collect corpses!"
Mrs. Qiu's pupils shrank and he said in a trembling voice: "Collect the corpses? What corpses are collected? Whose...whose corpses are collected?"
The black-clothed zombie said with a ferocious smile: "Master Qiu, you are asking questions knowingly, of course I will accept you!"
Mr. Qiu looked horrified. He looked up and down at the man in black, but he couldn't see any clues. "If you have something to say, if you want to ask for money, I don't have much assets, so I can give it to you with both hands. I hope you can be noble enough to spare me!"
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The man in black smiled ferociously and said: "Hero? I didn't expect that I would become a hero! Hehehehe!" He stepped in front of Mr. Qiu, raised his right hand and grabbed Mr. Qiu's throat!
"I don't ask for money! Money is something external to us! We just want to lend you your body!"
His five fingers quickly came together, and with a click, Old Mrs. Qiu's throat bone shattered!
The man in black said: "Congratulations! You will have eternal life and be immortal forever!"
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At this time, the prefect saw that the sun was at the top of the sky, and the temperature was getting hotter and hotter. The hot heat wave made it difficult to breathe, and his body was a little overwhelmed, so he said to Qiu Yingwu: "Mr. Qiu, I am feeling a little unwell. I am going to go back and take a short rest."
Come on, thank you for your trouble here!"
Qiu Yingwu immediately clasped his fists and said, "Sir, what are you talking about? I am here, please rest assured!"
Before leaving, the prefect left behind a group of government officials, "You must cooperate with Mr. Qiu in organizing the poverty relief meeting. When the event is completed, I will receive a heavy reward!" How could he have any big reward? Even if he did, it would be nothing more than a big reward.
They just borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha, and Mr. Qiu had to foot the bill in the end.
But this is exactly what Mr. Qiu has said a long time ago. Mr. Qiu has always been infinitely better than Mr. Qiu in this regard! The prefect and the officials receive a lot of money from Mr. Qiu every month, and everyone understands each other.
declare.
Dozens of wolf-like and tiger-like police officers with swords and swords rushed to that station, with their own intimidating momentum. How could the common people dare to make mistakes? Although the money distribution site was overcrowded, it was in order. People consciously queued up for a long time.
Due to the limited width of the street in front of the Yamen Gate, the queue automatically formed a zigzag shape. The rest felt that they were not upset if they could not get in line today. The worst they could do was come tomorrow with an expression on their face, because they had a full fifteen days to wait for them.
Definitely can be ranked!
Everyone who has received the money must sign and pledge it as proof. Once someone is found to come to collect the money repeatedly, I'm sorry, the consequences will be the same as those who pretend to receive it!
Therefore, no one dares to receive money repeatedly!
Liu Mizhou looked at the weather-stricken people on the street. They stood there for several hours, coming and going back again in the dust. It was really not easy. He couldn't help feeling a little sad for the people.
It’s so simple!
If they really come to collect money again, he may not even recognize it! But he is sure that these ordinary people will never come to collect money again! This is the foundation of their life! They are ordinary but great!
Feng Jiuxiao was on the second floor of the restaurant, observing what was going on outside!
He scanned the entire long street!
He discovered many white martial arts masters!
These people are obviously not in a clique.
Some people wear clothes with special emblems tattooed on them. Just like the Eagle Knights of Eagle Castle, they all have a flying eagle tattooed on their chests! Some of them have a big red peony tattooed on them, which should be from the Red Flower Club;
There is a person with the character "Luo", who should be from Luo's Escort based on his attire; there are also some people who have no emblem, but it is obvious that they belong to the same gang, such as those big men dressed in all white and fancy clothes, gathered together, but they don't know
Which gang is it? There are more than a dozen people wearing uniform blue robes. They should be Taoist priests from a certain Taoist temple. Although some others are not uniformly dressed, it can still be seen that they belong to the same gang.
Of course, there are some strangers hidden in the crowd, and Feng Jiuxiao can also see them. For example, the old man selling wontons has protruding muscles in his hands, which are strong, powerful and steady. He is definitely a master of the outside world! The other hand cranker
The middle-aged man holding the folding fan seemed to be watching the excitement calmly, but in fact he was staring at several characters who were behaving abnormally. His eyes were as sharp as knives, and his body was full of vitality. He was already at the peak of the Eighth Realm.
In addition, there were also many suspicious characters with strange expressions and behaviors mixed into the crowd. Their eyes were wandering and they were looking around. It was very likely that some hostile forces such as the Ye family wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble.
Feng Jiuxiao searched carefully among the crowds and found at least three groups of people distributed in different corners. Everyone either had their hands hidden in their sleeves or pressed their hands on the hilt of their swords, as if they were ready to draw their swords at any time!
One of the men actually had an evil aura about him, which was very similar to the aura of a disciple of the Demon Cult.
Feng Jiuxiao thought to herself: Could it be that the devils of the Demon Sect also want to take advantage of the chaos? Although I gave them a good gift, but one code is the same. Those accomplices of the Qiu family deserved their death for being an aide, so sending their bodies to the Demon Sect would be unjust.
It's a punishment for them. But if the Demon Cult wants to cause trouble in Gwangju, don't blame me for being rude!
He knows that the Demon Cult has always acted strangely, especially the Demon Lord who practices demonic skills and wants to become a demon. He is bloodthirsty and murderous, encouraging resentment in the world to skyrocket, and wishing that the world would become a river of blood!
Only when the world is like purgatory can the devil's religion be revived!
Legend has it that gods rely on people's admiration to absorb divine power, while demons rely on people's fear to obtain magic power!
This is how the Demon Cult instills ideas into its disciples!
Nowadays, the world is in chaos, people's resentment is boiling, and resentment has enveloped the land of China. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Demon Sect! Therefore, it is the time for the Demon Sect to gear up and unite as one!
The Demon Lord can be called a genius that the Demon Sect has not seen in a century! With great wisdom, great supernatural powers, and great perseverance, he gathered most of the remnants of the Demon Sect in the past, started anew in Xishu, and just built a new Demon City and rebuilt the Demon Sect!
Work hard and become more powerful than before!
It's just that the Demon Lord has learned the lessons of the past. Now the Demon Cult is much more low-key than before, but it pays more attention to results.
If you don't take a shot, you'll hit with one hit!
If these people in front of them are members of the Demon Cult, they should have at least three possibilities for action:
One is to take advantage of the chaos, stab someone in the cold, kill a few people, cause panic, or cause the poverty relief meeting to abort.
The second is to throw firearms such as thunderbolts to kill and injure people in large areas.
Third, the purpose was single, which was to assassinate Qiu Yingwu.
No matter which one, the result will inevitably be that the people will be frightened and flee in all directions, causing a stampede, and there will be countless casualties! The Qiu family will become the biggest sinners of the people of Gwangju!
Feng Jiuxiao could not guess the fourth possibility for the time being. Before he could continue to consider other possibilities, one of the three suspicious elements actually took action!
It was a dozen middle-aged men dressed as passers-by who suddenly pulled out their swords and started slashing and stabbing into the crowd!
I received my first payment today! I want to remember today, September 3, 2020.
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