Urban Hidden Dragon

Zhang Quanliang threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, twisted the soles of his feet and stamped out the cigarette butts.

"Master Ma, it's okay for others to say this to me, but if you tell me, isn't it a bit funny? The surname of Shoulong Village is Zhang, not Ma. I don't need you to teach me how to do it! Besides, I I also held a meeting, and several old men in the village agreed to my doing this.

You are just an outsider, and if I call you Master Ma, you really think you are the master! "

Unexpectedly, Mr. Ma suddenly went berserk and punched the side of Zhang Quanliang's face, "You bitch, have you forgotten what your grandfather told you before he left? What did those outsiders do before and how many people were killed? Don’t you know, man? Just for a little bad money, have you even forgotten the teachings of your ancestors?

Aren't you afraid that after you die, you won't have the face to meet the ancestors of your Zhang family? "

Zhang Quanliang spat out blood-stained saliva and said with a gloomy expression, "A little money? Old man, do you know how much money those outsiders are willing to spend to develop the economy in our Shoulong Village? Fifty million! Have you ever seen that much money? Really? You’ve never seen it in your life!”

"How many years have Shoulong Village been poor for such a treasure that doesn't even exist? It doesn't matter that you, old man, have been poor all your life, but what about the other people in the village? Do you want others to be poor with you?" Zhang Quanliang roared.

Master Ma wants to take action again.

Zhang Quanliang stretched his head over, "Come on, come on, beat me to death today! Even if you beat me to death! I will still do it!"

Mr. Ma's dark face turned white with anger, and his raised hand paused in mid-air, "You unfilial descendant! Do you know how many people will die after those outsiders come? You have forgotten what happened back then..."

"Okay, okay! What happened back then was a complete accident. The above investigation clearly stated in black and white that a few people died in the mine collapse. How could there be any monsters! What age is this? Still doing the same thing!" Zhang Quanliang roared angrily. road.

Master Ma pointed at Zhang Quanliang's nose, "You are going to kill hundreds of people in this village!"

Zhang Quanliang wiped the corners of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

"Stop being like this, I don't need you to tell me what to do! Okay, it's almost done, the troupe will be here soon!"

Mr. Ma held his broom horizontally and said, "The troupes from other places don't want to come to our temple fair!"

Zhang Quanliang sneered, "Master Ma, it's enough to make a scene."

Master Ma held the broom and pointed at Zhang Quanliang's nose, "Then you give it a try!"

Zhang Quanliang put his tongue on his cheek and said to the young people behind him, "Go and invite Mr. Ma to the village headquarters to sit for a while and drink tea."

Several young people came up and wanted to arrest people.

Mr. Ma beat him with a broom.

However, he is old after all, and his strength is not as strong as that of a few young people.

Mr. Ma jumped angrily and kicked a young man in the crotch.

After struggling away, he hit the steps and said, "Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"

This is what Mr. Ma said before he fainted.

There was blood all over the place.

Zhang Quanliang was shocked at the time, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and take him to the health center for a checkup! Don't let him die. This old guy still knows what we want to know."

Several young people were carrying Mr. Ma on their backs, but they were weak and swaying on their backs.

The weight a person carries when he is in a coma is different from when he is awake. In a coma, he feels very heavy.

Wang Han rushed over, carrying Master Ma on his back, "Take me there!"

After bandaging at the village health center, firecrackers were blasting outside, gongs and drums were noisy, and there was the sound of Zhang Quanliang speaking with a microphone.

After Mr. Ma woke up, he shook his head and said, "Shoulong Village, you can't bear it! What our ancestors have guarded for several lifetimes will be lost in this lifetime! I'm sorry for my ancestors! What happened back then happened again It’s going to happen!”

Two lines of turbid tears came out of the corners of Ma Ye's eyes. Ma Ye closed his eyes, stopped talking, and let the hustle and bustle outside continue.

Wang Han didn't sleep all night. When he left the health center, he could see several buses coming on the main road of Shoulong Village. People in costumes got off them, and behind them there were people on stilts and lion and dragon dancers. , colorful and looks very lively.

Zhang Quanliang walked at the front to greet people.

The villagers stood on both sides.

Wang Han returned to Huang Fei Shu's concubine's house and asked curiously, "Didn't you say that Shoulong Village is quite exclusive? This doesn't look exclusive either!"

The fat yellow mouse used a comb to take care of his remaining hair.

"I'm also confused. We gave Zhang Quanliang money, but Zhang Quanliang didn't say it was such a hassle."

Wang Han suddenly realized something, "Is it possible that others also gave money to Zhang Quanliang, and Zhang Quanliang took money from several companies?"

The yellow fat mouse was stunned for a moment, "It's possible!"

Wang Han thought for a moment, "Did you know that there is a Ma Ye in the village?"

"I know, he's a very lonely old man. He used to be a soldier. After he retired, his family back home were killed during the war, so he became a door-to-door son-in-law in Shoulong Village. Why do you ask this, Master Jiu?"

Wang Han recalled what Zhang Quanliang said just now, "I remember that Zhang Quanliang just said that Mr. Ma knows what he wants to know. If you go by the idea that Zhang Quanliang accepted other people's money, Zhang Quanliang is very likely to be there too." Inquire about the whereabouts of the thing we are looking for, and Mr. Ma knows the location of that thing."

The yellow fat mouse stopped combing his hair.

"Master Jiu's analysis makes sense."

"According to what you said before, there are rich blind men and pangolins in the League of Legends who can find treasure places by themselves. There are many capable local masters in the Dark Eight Sects, so there is only one left!"

The yellow fat mouse combed his hair excitedly and blurted out a name, "Xiaoxiangzhu Zhonghui!"

A few more strands of the remaining hair were pulled out, and the yellow fat mouse held the hair in distress.

After not sleeping all night, Wang Han rubbed his swollen head and said, "Send someone to keep an eye on Mr. Ma and Zhang Quanliang. I suspect that Zhang Quanliang will try his best to get something out of Mr. Ma, and then go find out what Zhang Quanliang did to make the villagers... If you put aside your xenophobia, it is impossible for a person to accept money and let others follow them in violating the ancestral precepts! Moreover, those old people are stubborn and cannot relent so easily!"

The yellow fat mouse nodded, "Understood!"

"By the way, let's ask again. What happened when Master Ma opened his mouth and shut up and many people died? What is it?" Wang Han continued.

Huang Fat Shu explained, "Master Jiu, you forgot, I told you when I came here, that crazy old Taoist priest wanted to develop a resort here, but it was always haunted by ghosts and dead people. Finally, after the old Taoist priest came, although You solved the problem, but you also went crazy.”

Wang Han also remembered it and rubbed his swollen temples, "I'm going to take a nap first!"

Fall down and go to sleep.

It was already noon when I woke up.

The village was still very lively, and "Little Apple" by the Chopstick Brothers was playing on the loudspeaker.

Zhang Quanliang also invited square dancing aunties from the cultural activity center in the neighboring village to warm up the scene.

In addition, we also invited mobile tables and a large pot of stews. Whether they are from out of town or local, you can go and eat as much as you like.

Anyone who comes can also give alms.

The villagers are basically between and people. The top of the charity list is Zhang Quanliang, who gave a total of yuan.

Wang Han and Ximen Doudou also appeared at this place.

Huang Wan didn't like the noise, so he didn't come.

There are also many foreigners coming today.

Wang Han was among the crowd and saw Zhong Hui leading someone to eat a bowl of food. He looked at Zhang Quanliang and left.

Ate a bowl of stew.

On the stage there was a troupe leader singing at the top of his lungs.

Zhang Quanliang is particularly happy today.

Take the microphone and sing a song too.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through the song, I saw a figure rushing over from the diagonal with a hand-held Qinglong Yanyue knife.