The mule's urine was quickly sent in. It was wrapped in a water bag. The charlatan carefully held it down and handed it to Jiang Lian. The two exchanged glances, and they both felt it was a bit hard to describe: the urine was still warm.

But you can't splash immediately. After Yan Luo was awakened, he had to have a plan to deal with him. Moreover, who will be the presiding judge is a question.

Meng Qianzi used ridicule method to eliminate Jiang Lian and the sage.

"You?" she said to the charlatan, "Are you sure? You can't sit steadily even when your butt is in the same place. When your mouth slid, you shouted "Little Yan Yan". What should I do?"

The charlatan was very frustrated, but he admitted that he did not have the aura of being the chief judge.

"As for you," she said, "Will you scare people? The sentence you threatened him before, 'Believe me or not...', was he studying with TV? I'm afraid I'm not going to laugh to death."

Jiang Lian was speechless. He was indeed very terrifying. Even if he did it occasionally, he was relatively stiff. People could tell at a glance that it was fake.

Meng Qianzi dusted the dust on her clothes, raised her feet and hooked a small stool with broken legs and cracked cloth, and sat down peacefully: "So, some people, neither have the temperament of evil people, nor the acting skills of pretending to be evil people, so why are they fighting for?"

It's strange. She was obviously a broken horse stool. When she sat on this, she felt as if she was on a throne, with her eyebrows and eyes, her expression was arrogant, and she felt like a tiger and leopard lying on her feet. It was perfect and not at all inconsistent.

Jiang Lian suddenly remembered that when he first met Meng Qianzi, he was beaten up and brought over. Then, before he could sit down his butt, she flew over with a knife.

The voice of the charlatan floated down from the top of the cave: "I'll see her do."

Jiang Lian smiled: "I have no objection."

***

Yan Luo was awakened by the cold mule urine.

His head hurts very much, and he is in chaos. He opens his eyes in a vague way. He finds that the cave is surprisingly bright, and his heart is shocked: The cave is like night for many years, and even if he lights a candle, the light should be dark and dim.

When he looked up quickly, he saw two bright white spotlights coming from a diagonally not far ahead. The light almost shot his eyes blinded. He quickly raised his hand to cover it. After a while, he narrowed his eyes again and looked forward hesitantly.

I saw clearly that there was a young woman sitting between the two portable spotlights standing in obliquely. She was about twenty-six or seven years old and very beautiful, but her face, expression, cold eyes, and sarcastic corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she knew it was very difficult to deal with at first glance.

A man stood behind the woman, but because the spotlight was low, his upper body was hidden in the darkness and could not see clearly.

Yan Luo swallowed, and then he remembered that in the middle of the night, the electric bell rang, and then he was knocked unconscious.

Who was the one who knocked him out? Is it the stranger who came to Wubai Nong Township on a mule? How did they find him? Why did they find him? Is there any holiday in between?

Yan Luo's nerves gradually tightened, and his eyes were flickering.

At this moment, Meng Qianzi spoke.

"woke up?"

Yan Luo swallowed again and shrank uneasyly. This woman gave him an indescribable sense of coercion.

"Let's talk. You can't talk. Your neck can always move. Nod if you should. If you don't shake it, don't slight... Someone here will repair your neck and help you massage it at any time."

Jiang Lian humbly learns: It turns out that ruthless people are like this. They just stop talking about it and hide their swords in their smiles. This is more powerful than straightforward intimidation.

"Your name is Yan Luo?"

Yan Luo's lips were dry and he nodded after a long time.

No one has called this name for decades, how did this woman know?

Meng Qianzi smiled sweetly: "To be honest, we have a lot of relationships. I will mention a few things to help you recall them."

"You are from Wuling, Xiangxi. In 1939, you didn't get incense, so you secretly committed suicide by throwing a bandit, called Hei San, who helped him out of advice and robbed the account... Hei San's axe is good, but it's a pity that he can't take away no matter how much money he has. When Xiangxi suppressed the bandits, he called a mortar and broke it into pieces."

Yan Luo was stupid. He never expected that he had just started to "talk" and was brought to an early age.

"In the past 40s, you have done a big deal, and after seven or eight days of time, you have robbed a big family with a surname. Do you have any impression? Hei San made a fortune and you have gained a lot. You have a painting by Mr. Bai Shi and a box, right?"

Yan Luo stared at her in a daze: How many years ago has this happened? It suddenly mentioned it, making him feel like he was a different world.

Meng Qianzi's eyes turned cold and her voice and expression were stern: "Is it? Is your head there for people to see?"

This sudden change of face, let alone Yan Luo, even Jiang Lian and the sage were shocked.

Yan Luo nodded quickly.

Meng Qianzi turned anger and laughed and said, "That's right. I'm the only one talking. How lonely you are. You have to interact with me. Isn't this great? Be more kind."

Jiang Lian gave up the idea of ​​learning: If he did this, he would be very particular sooner or later, and he would have specialized in his professions, and those who are capable would take advantage of it. If you encounter such a thing in the future, Meng Qianzi would come.

Meng Qianzi said kindly: "In the late 1950s, you knew someone was going to fight you and ran away overnight. He didn't bring any wife, children, parents, and they brought a box instead, right?"

Yan Luo nodded mechanically.

Meng Qianzi sighed: "I'll introduce you to me, this person is..."

She stretched out her hand and hooked Gou Jianglian's lower robe. Jiang Lian thought it was time to appear on her own, so she took a step forward.

Yan Luo looked at his face: I recognized it, this is the one who knocked him out.

"This is a descendant of the Kuang family. You have borrowed someone else's box for many years, so it's time to pay it back, right?"

Hearing the word "box", Yan Luo's body trembled.

Meng Qianzi saw it in her eyes and said calmly: "Is this box here with you?"

After asking this, Jiang Lian and the sage almost held their breath at the same time: after years of pursuit, they were all the way to make this confusing box.

With three pairs of eyes watching, Yan Luo slowly shook his head.

Not here? The box has changed hands?

Meng Qianzi's heart sank, but her face was not revealed: "Then do you always know where you are?"

Yan Luo hesitated and nodded again.

Meng Qianzi could see that when he "talks" this, Yan Luo was no longer as nervous as before. If he used the chess game, he was defeated in one fell swoop and passive, but now he was staggering and was trying to control the game and wanted to attack her.

You can't give him this opportunity, you can't let him know how much he knows, and you can't let him rely on something.

Meng Qianzi smiled slightly: "Okay, this is the first question. Let's leave it first, let's continue."

Yan Luo was stunned. He originally thought that this woman was looking for a box, but he knew that the box was holding on to it, so he could bargain. Unexpectedly, this woman took it with her light words and wanted to continue.

What else to continue?

Meng Qianzi said it slowly: "In the mid-1970s, you lived in Wubainong Township. One day, a group of foreigners came here to take photos and explore. Among them, there was an old lady named Duan and named Duan Wenxi."

Yan Luo was no longer shocked, just listening, wanting to see how much, how far, and how deep she could say.

"You tried to get to know her, and then, you went to Kunlun Mountain with her. In those days, the weather in Kunlun Mountain was not very good, and there was an avalanche...and then, when you came back, she never showed up again."

Speaking of this, she leaned forward, lowered her voice, and gave a sentence like a whisper.

"You killed her."

After saying this, Meng Qianzi's heart thumped.

She asked this last sentence quite risky, because what she said before was quite solid, but this sentence was purely confused. As long as it was wrong, it would immediately break her image of omniscient in front of Hell.

But she couldn't help it.

Yan Luo nodded again: It doesn't matter, the biggest secret of his life is a series of involvement derived from that box. He has admitted so many lives of the robbery and killing family, and he has no worries about debt. This one does not need to be denied.

Meng Qianzi's mind was buzzing, and she felt her fingertips were chilling.

She was actually caught in the trap. Her grandmother Duan, a legendary figure, was really broken into the hands of this death-seeking Yama. Why? This person is so vulgar, so despicable, so...

She was so excited that for a moment, she could not find more sharp and vicious words to describe Yan Luo.

The cave was very silent. Yan Luo felt strange and looked at her uneasy.

The charlatan didn't look down any longer. He turned over and lay on his back in the dark corridor, feeling mixed feelings: Miss Duan, such an excellent person, who went abroad to study in the 1920s, had a full range of kung fu, and was free and easy. He should have a vigorous death - like a plum blossom Jiuniang, who faced a strong enemy, died with great victory, and died with a smile, or even if he really collapsed with Shanxue - he lived up to his life, how could he die so regrettably?

Meng Qianzi lowered her eyes, her lips trembled slightly, and suddenly Jiang Lian, who was behind her, stretched out his hand and gently held it on her shoulder.

She came to her senses.

When she was born, this Grandma Duan had been there for a long time, and there was no deep relationship. It was a bit exaggerated to say how painful and sad he heard the bad news: she was angry, and the mountain ghost's mountain bun actually overturned in such a broken gutter; the other was that she was sad for the eldest daughter. If Gao Jinghong knew about it, he would have to blame himself.

Meng Qianzi cleared her throat and smiled stiffly: "Where are you talking about? Oh... let's continue."

She took the lead from her complicated thoughts: "In the 1990s, you worked as a sanitation worker in Guilin. At that time, you were old and in poor health. You began to arrange your funeral and gave your grandson a small fortune. As for how you are, you haven't thought about it..."

"Who knows, luck makes people feel bad. Before you are ready, you are hit and killed by a car that caused the accident."

Yan Luo's body completely softened.

If he was still tense before, trying to find out how much the woman in front of him knew, then since she said that he was hit and killed, he would not have to tense. He was like a piece of spread out paper and was seen clearly.

He was relieved to be on the ground.

Meng Qianzi said: "I don't need to say what happened in the crematorium, right? Now, I'll tell you who I am."

Yan Luo was still curious about her identity and looked at her slightly.

"I am the throne of the Shan Gui generation. If you kill Duan Wenxi, you will kill my elders, and he..."

Meng Qianzi signaled Jiang Lian: "His relatives and elders die more in your hands. Do you think that if you are found by the two of us, can you still survive?"

Yan Luo smiled, and the smile that knew that the situation was hopeless and he was unable to turn the world around. He lowered his eyes and felt that he was no longer in the world: this is the Netherworld, he pays off his debts and has his life to pay for his life. If he doesn't live, he will not live. Anyway, he will suffer anyway.

Meng Qianzi changed the subject: "However, you still have something that we are interested in, that is, you are a little valuable. Let's trade fairly, buy and sell, I bid, depending on whether you are willing to sell... give him paper and pen."

Jiang Lian walked up, spread the paper in front of Yan Luo, and then put down another pen. After doing these things, he stood nearby - he didn't dare to get too far away, for fear that Yan Luo would use this pen as a weapon and cause self-harm or something.

Meng Qianzi said: "It's so hard to live a good life, but look at yourself, leaving your wife and living in a foreign land, what benefits are you getting? Yes, you have been alive for decades, but in the past few decades, you have lived like a dog... not as good as a dog. Dogs now have a good life. Unlike you, you can't sleep well."
To be continued...