Chapter 6 Yelong explores the water and sees the rivers and lakes

Thirty-three days exactly.

News of Wang Siwan's death came out.

Before death, the person was as rotten as a puddle of mud, and he took his last breath after being tortured.

In just a few days, one of his two younger brothers was beaten into a vegetative state after offending a local tiger in the provincial capital. The other, without Wang Siwan's protection, was found guilty of beating people to death in the street in the past and was arrested. Son, you must take a bullet.

These are all the methods of the four white wolves.

I wanted my life but not my wealth, so I gave him my wealth for free. He reciprocated the courtesy, happily accepted the windfall, and gave me the life of the Wang family as a gift in return!

The news spread back to the county town, and firecrackers rang out on the streets that night. Neighbors said it was the god of plague.

Zhou Chenggong hanged himself amidst the joyful sound of firecrackers.

When a normal person hangs himself, he will unconsciously struggle desperately due to the pain of suffocation, resulting in a distorted face and a terrifying image.

This will cause the charlatan sorcerer who has borrowed his energy and spirit to have a ferocious look on his face that is completely different from his own.

This is also the biggest flaw of the top shell.

But Zhou Cheng always looked calm, even with some relief.

After he took his last breath, I looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, it was Zhou Cheng's face.

Young but vicissitudes of life, with white temples and a deep sorrow between his eyebrows, but there is a hint of freedom and ease that has seen through the world of mortals.

From now on, I am Zhou Cheng, and Zhou Cheng is me.

After collecting the body, I took Zhou Cheng's documents and boarded the night train bound for Jincheng.

I didn't buy a sleeper, I just bought a hard seat on the local train. It would take twenty-seven hours to reach the terminal, Jincheng.

It was not the peak season at this time, and there were only a few passengers on the train. Two or three people sat next to each other, which was quite relaxing.

After getting on the bus and finding a seat, I took out the soft bag Sanwu, poured out a cigarette, placed it diagonally on the cigarette case, and pressed it with a lighter to form an irregular but stable triangle, and then leaned against it with my arms crossed. Close your eyes and relax in your seat.

This is called pressure.

A little trick.

A knowledgeable person will know that I am also a member of the Jianghu community and will not come here to cause trouble.

Cheating, abduction, robbery... all kinds of outsiders who make a fortune from trains will become active on the night bus.

The so-called ghost riding a dragon at night does not know that this is when a windfall comes to hand.

The mobility of people on the train is so high that you don’t know what to do when you get on the train and when you get off the train.

Now I am Zhou Cheng, impoverished and displaced from my hometown. I have to buy a night train hard-seat ticket to save money.

I'm not pretending, I really have no money now.

I originally had some savings, but in order to fit in with my current personality, I donated all of them to Project Hope.

There is a huge difference between being truly poor and having money pretending to be poor, both in terms of spirit and behavior.

Lao Jianghu can tell it at a glance.

My trip to Jincheng is a battle of life and death, and every detail I can think of must be done.

But I didn’t want to get into trouble on the road, so I took this road to shelter myself from the wind and hope for a safe journey.

When the train first left the starting station, the seat next to me was empty, and there was a family of three sitting in the seat opposite.

There was a young couple dressed fashionably and elegantly with a fat boy who was no more than two years old.

The fat boy was very naughty, crawling all over his parents without stopping.

He noticed the cigarette lighter I placed on the table and wanted to crawl over to get it, but the young father stopped him in time and gave him an on-site education, warning him not to take other people's things casually.

The fat boy hummed, not knowing whether he understood or not, so he turned around and hugged the young mother's arms.

The journey at the first three stops was smooth and uneventful. By the time we reached the fourth stop, it was already close to twelve o'clock in the evening, and the passengers getting on the bus became a mixed bag.

After a few stops, I boarded three waves of Laorong, each with at least six people. I looked down and saw that there were six people changing hands, and at first glance, I saw that he was a guy who always makes money.

But they didn't open in this car.

This is because they all saw the Word I laid out on the table.

Setting the road not only shows one's identity, but also marks one's territory.

Putting it out usually means that I have occupied this carriage in advance and am ready to start business here.

Fellow Jianghu people talk about territory as well as first-come, first-served.

In particular, the old people came out to open businesses to seek money. They did not want to conflict with their colleagues unless they had to. They chose to give in when they saw the way to occupy space.

Anyway, the night dragon is long and you can make a fortune in any festival.

The people in this carriage used my help to save themselves from financial losses.

It was uneventful to arrive in the middle of the night. At about three o'clock in the middle of the night, not long after we stopped at a small station, a few people came from other carriages, including men, women and children. As soon as I walked by, everyone found an empty seat and sat down. By coincidence, they were scattered around my position.

Then a kind-looking old lady sat in the empty seat next to me.

It has a faint medicinal smell.

Good people smell good!

This is a drug.

It belongs to the art of shooting flowers.

A medicine bag made from a secret recipe is carried on the body. The smell of the medicine can make people relax their vigilance unconsciously and relax their spirits. Even a few words with strangers can treat them as if they are close relatives and friends.

I glanced up and recognized their identities.

This is a bunch of kidnappers.

The kind-hearted old lady sitting next to me is the "Treasure-carrying Bodhisattva". She is the leader of this group of people, and she is the one who acts like a talker and steals the treasures.

The dark-skinned man who just sat down in seat 86 across the aisle is tall and strong. He looks honest and honest, but in fact he is the "Vajra Protector" who is responsible for intercepting and escorting the Bodhisattva to leave with the treasures.

A short middle-aged man in the back row, wrapped in a worn-out military coat, sat down and leaned on his seat and squinted his eyes. He seemed to be taking a nap, but in fact he was secretly observing the surrounding environment to identify whether there was any danger in the crowd. Not suitable for opening a business to find treasures. He is a "many-eyed arhat" who specializes in looking out for warnings and identifying identities, especially to confirm whether the target is a plainclothes thunder child.

Further forward, there were three middle-aged women in their thirties, all dressed as farmhousewives. From the time they sat down to meditate, they chatted loudly about their parents' affairs. They were "dragon girls carrying sedan chairs". After the Bodhisattva brought the treasure, he At the meeting, people started making noises and setting up rice paddies to confuse the situation.

A treasure is a child to be abducted.

They focused on the fat boy led by the young couple sitting opposite.

This fat boy has even bones and flesh, full of vitality and plump skin. He is a top-quality product in the eyes of the kidnapper. If he can find a suitable buyer, the starting price will be 50,000 yuan at least.

These days, the initial purchase price from Gemen is only 30,000 yuan.

This group of people must have seen the arrangement on my table, but they still reached out to do things in front of me without any scruples. They also know how to use the incense of good people. They must not be ordinary kidnappers, but heretic warlocks who have taught me the art of patting flowers.

Only a magician with great skills can be so arrogant, look down on ordinary people in the world, and have no regard for the so-called rules of the world.

If other heretics set up shop here to make money, as long as they don’t mess with me, I will never meddle in their own business.

I am just a charlatan, not a knight in the novel who roars when he sees injustice.

But this kidnapper taking pictures of flowers is my pet peeve.

All kidnappers in the world should die!