In the middle of the night, a man was wearing a black robe and a face-changing mask, and several earth guns broke into pieces without any trouble.

This person calls himself the god of ghosts, so he lets us kneel down. To be honest, it is quite intimidating.

But the other party met the wrong person.

Tian Sanjiu, he did not distinguish between men and women at all, did not believe in ghosts and gods, and was not afraid of retribution.

Brother Yu held a stick in one hand and shone it with a strong flashlight in the other hand.

It was really a little girl who was more than one meter tall hidden in her robe. She was holding a wooden pole in her hand, and she couldn't see clearly. There should be transparent thin lines on the pole.

As soon as Brother Yu took a photo, she instantly blocked her eyes with her hands.

"Oh..."

Tian Sanjiu blew the barrel of the gun and said with a smile: "Little girl, I didn't expect that you, a ghost god, have not grown up yet. I will give you nutrition and drink more Lulu."

The little girl who showed her head squinted her eyes and a trace of viciousness flashed across her face.

It is hard to imagine that such a older child could have such an expression.

She stared at Tian Sanjiu for half a minute, and suddenly, without warning, took out a flute-like thing and blew hard at Tian Sanjiu.

"Let's go down!"

Brother Yu has always been paying attention. Just when the little girl played the flute, Brother Yu instantly threw the stick in his hand at Tian Sanjiu.

When Tian Sanjiu saw the stick flying over, he subconsciously lowered his head to dodge, and just happened to avoid the little girl's attack.

It can't be seen clearly, it might be a needle or something.

We were seeing that the little girl had already run into the Ghost Cub Forest and disappeared, leaving only half of the broken robe in place.

Brother Yu picked up the stick and was about to chase after him. He waved his head and said, "Wait, don't chase after him..."

"This little girl ran too fast, pretending to be a terrifying person. What is the origin of it?"

He frowned and said, "Little girl? Wenbin, you can't call me that. She may be much older than you."

"Head...I've seen this little girl." I frowned at Guizai Ling in the dark.

He frowned and looked at me, "Where have you seen it?"

I recalled: "In the hospital, I confirmed that Li Tiecheng was dead. When I came out to see the little girl, she even called me the eldest brother."

He sighed heavily, turned his head and said, "Tian Batou...I think we are in trouble."

"call..."

Tian Sanjiu vomited a mouthful of smoke and said without caring: "What trouble."

He walked forward two steps and picked up a face-changing mask on the ground that had been blown into half.

He covered a small half of his mask on his face, looked at us through the mask and said, "I must have heard this sentence some decades ago, but I am old and my brain is not very good."

"Although I can't remember it for the time being, what I can be sure of is that the other party must have a good background."

"Horse enters Mount Hua?"

Tian Sanjiu stepped on the cigarette butts and spread his hands and said, "Wang Bartou, maybe I am younger than you, so I didn't hear of this person in the aisle at all."

"No... there must be...." He said to himself.

At this moment, a flashlight suddenly appeared not far behind us.

"Who? What are you doing here?"

Seeing that someone suddenly came, Tian Sanjiu blocked the earth gun with his clothes.

"Hu...Master Hu, it's me, my little neck, you haven't slept yet."

The person who suddenly appeared was the Guizai Ridge forest ranger Lao Hu.

He wore a coat and a pair of slippers, and looked like he had just woken up.

Old Hu glared and said, "I was asleep when I suddenly heard a bang! What's the matter? You are bombing the mountains, let me see."

I saw Tian Sanjiu frowning slightly and his hand slowly stretched into his arms.

"Come on, Mr. Hu, let's talk here."

I quickly pulled the old man aside and said politely: "Master Hu, please be more responsible. We just set off fireworks. The fireworks we bought after the fifteenth day were not finished. I thought that I was in the village and I was afraid of disturbing others' rest, so I ran here to set them off."

"What cannon? It's so loud and it's shocking?"

I said right, it was a shocking sound.

Although I don’t know what a shocking sound is, it’s better than nitroglycerin cannons.

It was so cold outside. Lao Hu looked at Tian Sanjiu, whose face was gloomy, tightened his coat and said, "It's almost time, don't be setting off firecrackers and smashing yourself. Go back to bed."

After saying that, Mr. Hu turned his head back to the small house where he lived and locked the door.

Tian Sanjiu frowned and looked at the direction of the cottage, without saying a word.

After we got back, we didn't dare to sleep anymore. We locked the door and guarded the coal balls and fired.

I kept rummaging through my cell phone and making phone calls, hung up one after another, but most of the people who answered the phone were not recognized.

Tian Sanjiu was also calling.

"Xiao Luo, it's me. How have you lived there these days? The medicine cannot be stopped, and you will have to take it for a year and a half."

"I'm in the south," Tian Sanjiu glanced at her head, smiled and said, "For an old friend of ours."

"Don't worry, what can I do? Just stay with peace of mind. When I go back, I bring you some clothes. The ethnic costumes here in Dao County are very beautiful."

Red eyes took a sweet potato from the coal ball fire, and then blew it and then bit it and ate it. I said, "You skinned, how can you eat it if you don't peel it."

"Well, I know, I'm in trouble."

After hanging up the phone, he turned his head and face solemnly, and said, "I said why did I remember that sentence, and I remembered it."

I was roasting on fire and told me a past story with concern.

It was decades ago, and I was only in my twenties at that time.

At that time, the state-owned cultural relics store had not been established, and many people had no awareness of cultural relics. At that time, Huanpan's home was still a wasteland, with some selling antiques. In comparison, it was not as lively as the Liulichang of the same period.

At that time, Liulichang was full of private antique shops. Binji Antique and Maji Antique were the strongest. Binji belonged to Yue Bin (Yue Bin was sentenced for the crime of smuggling cultural relics in 50s and died in prison). Maji was opened by a nephew of Lu Qinzhai, and the actual controller was Lu Qinzhai.

Lu Qinzhai settled abroad. He had a relationship at sea and had all the cultural relics. At that time, a private museum in a certain country ordered a large number of ancient buildings and doors and windows from Lu Qinzhai. After taking over the business, the news spread out from the Liulichang, and some people who ran to the ground helped them collect it.

There is a lot of noise.

In Hebei, Henan, and Shandong, many dealers drove horse carriages and ox carts to Liulichang to deliver antique doors and windows, and the young man was one of them.

I collected a truck of Qing Dynasty doors and windows from Henan, borrowed a landlord's ox cart to sell it to Peking. I made a few times and earned dozens of dollars. It was snowing in winter and it was difficult to walk at night, so I borrowed the head to "Weiji Coal Factory."

If you have old Beijingers, you can ask your grandfathers, and you may still have an impression.

At that time, Wei remembered that there were all people running around the world, some who knew real skills, and some who had mixed skills and all kinds of things.

These people live around Wei Ji, selling eye drops and rat potion. The reason they gather here is because Wei Ji’s boss is also from a gangster and will protect these people appropriately.

I said that Sister Hong’s grandfather is not an ordinary person, but the one who was the old horse and glasses Chen.

Wei remembers that the boss is Ma Weiqi, who is one of the disciples of Dong Haichuan, a master of martial arts.

Now if you look at the information, it is often said that the "Coal Saber" is Ma Weiqi from Weiji Coal Factory.

The truth is not, the real saber is the glasses of Sister Hong.

Ma Weiqi was highly respected by people in the martial arts world because he was doing business in Peking, so he needed such a respectable title in the martial arts world.

Grandpa Hong did not come forward to explain, so it was allowed by default.

After the heavy snowfall, he stayed in the coal factory for a few days. During this period, he met a black boy named Chen Xiaohei. (Father of Sister Hong).

It was snowing and there was nothing to do, so the two young people often went to see people and perform their skills together and listened to the old man's storytelling.

That evening, Wei remembered that a group of southern artists came to the door, all wearing masks. One of them held a brick in his hand, and his fist was exerted, and he instantly beat the brick in half.

This is called appearance, and it immediately attracted the audience to cheer.

The twenty-year-old man and the teenage Chen Xiaohei also applauded repeatedly.

Cun Fist broke the brick and yelled with a southern accent: "Dear young and old!"

"I'll pass by here today and have some food to eat!"

"The five of us are from the southern area and have the reputation of the world. I heard that there is a Changchun Association here, and there are countless masters in the association, so we travel thousands of miles to visit."

The crowd was talking, and some people cursed: "My mother, this is a mess, I'm going to call you."

The masked man hugged his fist and said loudly:

"The soldiers entered the warehouse and the horse entered Mount Hua."

"The third generation, the five ugly people in the society."
Chapter completed!