win the hairpin

Chapter 146 Negotiations
Because it is authentic, the price is high, and a yellow fat will sell for thirty yuan.

Ordinary people only earn [-] Wen for a day's work.

Song Huiyue wanted to buy a bunch, but felt that the peddler's asking price was too high, so she bargained with him, and said that the reason why it was not worth thirty yuan was because her face could be turned behind her buttocks.

She told the dealer unabashedly that if she woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly saw a fat man with a buttocks under her face, it would be scary.

The dealer refused to give in no matter what, and if he expressed fear, he would just turn his head away.

And once again told Song Huiyue seriously that he is the authentic Huang Pang.

"Ten cents a piece, I'll buy ten!"

"I'm authentic, twenty-nine articles."

"Buy ten, eleven coins."

"I'm authentic, twenty-eight essays."

"Buy ten, twelve coins."

Yin Xiao stood behind Song Huiyue, listening to the two people's tiresome bargaining, thinking that she was indeed a lady, so patient.

The surrounding onlookers also left one after another, feeling that they were standing still, and might fall asleep on the spot.

Fortunately, the two of them soon became thirsty and could no longer bid. Song Huiyue took away a bunch at the price of [-] cents each.

Song Huiyue took Yin Xiao for a stroll from morning to night. In order to avoid Liu Qin's nagging, she didn't even dare to go back to eat fish. She just ate, drank, and bought blindly in the street until late at night.

In the middle of the night, the stars are dim and the moon is dim.

The snow is fluttering in the wind, sometimes turning up, sometimes rolling down, the bustle of Zhouqiao remains undiminished, the voices of people are noisy, noisy, moth sellers are running around with their loads, and the black gold paper flashes under the lights The bright light and the gas of fireworks broke through the wind and snow and went straight to the sky.

The owner of Moxianghua Tea House, with ten thugs, stuffed their sharp knives into baskets, pretending to be wine sellers carrying burdens, quietly went down the bridge to wash their hands.

When no one was paying attention, a group of people walked to the entrance of Zhouqiao ditch.

The Wuyou Cave for the outlaws, and the haunted building for ordinary people, all pass through the dark hole, silently swallowing.

"Brother Bing, do you really want to go in?" One person couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva as he watched the scene where the sun was dark inside.

The chief Bingge turned to look at him: "Are you scared? I never saw you scared when you killed someone."

"No, panicked."

"The imperial army just went in and cleaned it. There is nothing to panic about. Light the fire and leave."

Someone took out a torch from the basket, lit it with a torch, and handed it to Brother Bing. Brother Bing led the people and stepped in.

The cave is low, and the rough bricks on the roof can be touched by raising one's hand. The thick stone pillars are like lifeless trees, standing upright, and there are scattered things on the stone foundation, as well as bedding and the like.

The ground was frozen, and the walls were also icy cold. The hard soil, the blood splattered on the wall, and the messy objects on the ground mixed together to form a cold and dark world.

The big cleansing made the inside extremely smooth, and at the same time, the bloody smell filled the entire hole, which was still stagnant and suffocating.

The light of the fire kept flickering, and the wind came in from which hole, and the inside was winding like a mystery. At the first fork in the road, a figure stood suddenly and said in a low voice: "This way please, our eldest lady has arrived. "

The one who came was Hou Er, who was dedicated to leading the way for these lost lambs.

"Damn it!" Mo Xiang was taken aback, and didn't even see how Hou Er appeared.

Brother Bing glared at everyone and followed.

One person walked up to Brother Bing and said in a low voice: "Brother, there won't be an ambush."

Hou Er had sharp eyes and ears, and he replied while leading the way: "Everyone, you are worrying too much. You can see everything in this cave, and there is nowhere to ambush."

Brother Bing looked around and felt relieved.

The cave is low and narrow, and the head can be seen at a glance. In addition, there are cave entrances everywhere. As long as you run, you may appear at any cave entrance in Kyoto. There are so many people in ambush.

Walking all the way in, Brother Bing saw lights and figures again.

The people at Qinxin Tea House were very loose, leaning on the stone pillars staggeringly, and one by one, without any sharp blades such as long knives by their side.

It's just that they are all wrapped in headscarves, wearing crane cloaks, wearing warm hats to cover the dust, and wearing soap boots.

What's even more ridiculous is Song Huiyue who closed her eyes and meditated.

Song Huiyue wrapped a black fur cloak outside the clothes, which was purchased from a street stall. The stall owner said it was unicorn hair. She wore a tiger skin head scarf on her head, only her face was exposed, and her head and neck were covered by the scarf.

The tiger skin, like the unicorn hair, is fabricated and sold exclusively to people who have nothing to do.

There is also a bunch of chubby yellow fat hanging around his waist.

Everyone on Mo Xiang's side laughed secretly in their hearts: "This damn thing is sure to win."

Hou Er respectfully stepped forward and bowed: "Mistress, we're here."

A gust of wind whimpered, coming and going in the cave, blowing the torches on both sides up and down, sometimes dark, sometimes bright.

The countless bloodstains on the wall, like splashed ink, are deep and shallow, drawing countless pairs of hideous eyes, which opened together with Song Huiyue, looking gloomyly at the uninvited guest.

Brother Bing suddenly felt creepy, and couldn't help taking half a step back. The ten people behind him trembled even more, feeling very evil.

Fortunately, this strange feeling was only for a moment, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Brother Bing looked at Song Huiyue and said with a smile: "Could it be that you asked us to come to the cave to have a drink?"

His goons all laughed.

The ear-piercing laughter continued to echo in the cave. An idler behind Song Huiyue couldn't hold back and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue stepped forward and walked up to Brother Bing.

Brother Bing looked down at her: "Little girl, I think you should be sensible, just give me the tea house."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Huiyue made a sudden move, pulled out a sharp knife from under the ridiculous unicorn fur cape, and stabbed Brother Bing into the abdomen with one knife.

The abdomen was soft, and the blade pierced through the clothing and skin without hindrance, and went straight into the depths.

Brother Bing, who still had a smile on his face, felt a chill in his stomach, opened his eyes wide, and stared straight at Song Huiyue. The firelight shone over, making Song Huiyue's face white.

This is a face of innocence and evil coexisting.

How immature the face is, and how fierce the eyes are.

Brother Bing yelled in bewilderment, and stretched out his hand to grab Song Huiyue, but Song Huiyue's movements were extremely fast, and he backed away before he could make a move, leaving only the knife behind.

Yin Xiao went up and cut Brother Bing's throat with a knife.

No matter how hard a person's bones are, it's only a matter of his knife.

The two cooperated with each other tacitly and moved quickly, which was completely unexpected. Even Tie Zhenshan and Hou Er couldn't react immediately, until Brother Bing yelled angrily, and then they reacted.

The thugs in Moxianghua Tea House drew out their long knives, and swung their hands to chop at Yinxiao.

Yin Xiao moved faster, raised his legs and kicked the two knives flying. The moment his legs landed, he pinched the nearest wrist with one hand and turned it casually, and heard a crisp "click", twisting the person's wrist forcefully. broken.

His attacks are fast and ruthless, making people overwhelmed.

Tie Zhenshan and the others didn't hesitate any more, they raised their knives and slashed, stimulated by the blood. The sound of heavy breathing, roaring, and mourning intertwined together. In a short while, the entire Moxianghua Tea House was wiped out, and blood flowed into the cave. , I can't even escape.

After the "talk", the people in Moxianghua Tea House really couldn't trouble Song Huiyue anymore.

(End of this chapter)