Star Trace Gate

One day later, Jingshan bandits camp.

"Tap..."

A burst of hurried footsteps rang out, and a hunched, ugly-looking bandit rushed into the room of the third in command, Fatty Wu. "Father, father, I saw that the man coming is Yan Bo, who is beside the Dragon Head. He only stopped in the front hall for a moment before rushing over to you."

At the square table, Wu, a fat man with a meatball-like body, with an exaggerated wrap (ancient bandage) wrapped around his head, wearing a white nightgown, and disheveled hair, asked impatiently, "Is he the only one?"

"Yes, there is only Yan Bo." The adopted son replied.

Fatty Wu, who had a simple and honest face and even looked a little silly, rolled his little eyes around and immediately waved his hands and said: "He must have come here to send me to Qingliang Mansion. This mission is too dangerous. Quick, quick, help me get on the bed...!"

"Okay, okay." The adopted son immediately stepped forward, supported the "weak" Fatty Wu, lay down on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Fatty Wu lay on the bed, touched his newly opened head with one hand, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms with the other hand.

When the cork was removed, a huge poisonous centipede crawled out of the bottle, emitting a fishy smell.

Fatty Wu looked at the extremely disgusting centipede and couldn't help but frown, but in the end he gritted his teeth, kicked his legs, opened his mouth and swallowed the centipede into his stomach.

Next to him, the ugly adopted son was dumbfounded when he saw this scene: "Father...this poison is too harmful to the body and is filthy. How is this different from swallowing feces?"

On the bed, after Fatty Wu swallowed the poison, his cheeks turned purple and blue in just a moment, especially his thick lips, which were as black as ink drops. He looked as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

"Go...go...!" Fatty Wu waved his hands with great effort: "Go, you go...!"

"Godfather! Ah! Godfather!"

Before he could finish his words, the filial adopted son next to him suddenly collapsed and cried loudly: "If you pass away, how will this... this child live..."

This voice almost sent Fatty Wu away. His weak expression froze for a moment, and then he showed a look of relief.

On this Jingshan Mountain, the third in command, Fatty Wu, only indulges in wine and women. He is not like Wang Xinggui, who is good at using conspiracies and tricks and secretly cultivates his confidants; nor is he like Lu Long, who only pretends to be a righteous person to enhance his own prestige.

He usually has few close friends around him, only six adopted sons who are smooth, good at getting along with everyone, and clear-headed. These six people have been with him for more than ten years, and there has never been more or less.

Just as the adopted son burst into tears, the door to the wing was pushed open, and the lean man who was appointed by the leader of Qianli Green Camp yesterday walked in with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Yan...!" The adopted son wiped his tears and greeted the other party.

"Ah."

Yan Bo nodded slowly and walked to the bed. He only glanced at Fatty Wu and his pupils shrank sharply.

I'm an immortal, is this bastard about to die? This...what should I do? He is dying, so I have to go to Qingliang Mansion.

Yan Bo frowned, looked at his adopted son with his hands behind his back and asked, "Have the doctors from Luying come to see you?"

I've seen it, and I stuffed a lot of money... The adopted son thought to himself, and replied with clasped fists: "I've seen it. But that bastard, Xiao Huaiwang, used too much poison and hurt my adopted father. The doctor said that the five internal organs need to be recuperated for a long time.”

Fatty Wu was lying on the bed, his lips were purple and black, his eyes were closed, and he didn't move.

Yan Bo was silent for a moment: "You help him up. Longshou once gave me a precious Beast Yuan Dan. I fed it to him and sent some source power to him. I should be able to barely let him breathe. Sit up."

Are you still a human being?

I'm already like this, and you still have to make me sit up with a sigh of relief?

Fatty Wu gritted his teeth secretly, coughed twice, and was forced to speak: "Mr. Yan... I... I am seriously injured and can't get up and respond...!"

When Yan Bo saw that he could still speak, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said with a smile: "The Third Master is awake?"

"I... I'm afraid I won't die soon." Fatty Wu closed his eyes slightly and sighed: "That woman, Little Prince Huai, uses poison and is too... too difficult to deal with."

Yan Bo bent down and sat on the chair next to him: "Third Master, the Dragon Chief sent me here to completely resolve the issue of Qingliang Prefecture's trade, but this requires someone to enter the first-level small secret realm and talk to King Huai."

"Alas, my eldest brother, second brother and I... have long been brothers. The two of them have been kidnapped and imprisoned... I, I wish I could take the blame for them. But unfortunately... I am seriously injured and cannot go to Qingliang Mansion in person to save them from the water and fire... I can't help Dragon Chief solve his problems...!" Fatty Wu looked helpless.

Yan Bo looked at him: "Brother Wu values ​​​​love and justice, which is admirable. I would like to give you a Beast Yuan Dan and personally send you the source of power to help you get up and go to Qingliang Mansion to rescue the eldest and second brothers."

"...If I had the Beast Yuan Dan, I might be able to stand up, but unfortunately my legs are seriously injured and I can't sit up."

"I have a four-wheeled magic weapon that can go up mountains and cross rivers as if walking on flat ground." Yan Bo replied: "I don't have to force Brother Wu to go to Qingliang Mansion, I just want to fulfill the story of life and death for you and the other three brothers. ”

I can go to my mother's house, who are these people? He even had a wheelchair ready...

Yan Bo looked at him and spoke concisely: "Brother Wu, the leader of the dragon specifically told you... to ask you to go to Qingliang Mansion to resolve the matter. He also said that if you can't do it, then you can come from Qianli Green Camp. Send someone over as the third head of Jingshan to go to Qingliang Mansion to meet with King Xiaohuai."

After saying that, he stared at Fatty Wu's expression sharply.

"Ahem...!" Fatty Wu coughed violently twice and opened his eyes slightly: "If... if we send someone from Green Camp thousands of miles away, wouldn't my eldest and second brother have to suffer for a few more days? ? That’s all, even if my legs are gone, I will go to Qingliang Mansion and rescue them both!”

"Snapped!"

Yan Bo clapped his hands and said with admiration: "The third leader is truly righteous!"

"Children of Jianghu, only one word of love can live in their lives." Fatty Wu said through gritted teeth.

Yan Bo looked at him and added concisely, "The Dragon Chief's intention is that we must puppet Qingliang Prefecture and make it agree to our conditions for setting up an arms factory, but we must not tarnish the reputation of our Qianli Green Camp. The first and second in command must be sent back to Jingshan in one piece by the young King Huai himself. This is the face of the Southern Xinjiang underworld, and the third in command should decide for himself."

"I...I understand."

"Then get ready." Yan Bo stood up: "I won't be in Jingshan tonight. If you have news, please inform me immediately."

After saying that, he turned and left, even leaving behind the Beast Yuan Dan and the four-wheeled wheelchair.

"Godfather, what should I do?"

"...!" Fatty Wu jumped up suddenly, rushed to the spittoon, and immediately used the power of the star source. He vomited for a long time before spitting out the centipede.

He wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth, kicked over the wheelchair placed in the door of the compartment, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Yan Bo bullies people too much. The dragon head must have told him that if I don't go, he will come Go, that’s why this person is so insidious!”