Blind Bei has assigned tasks to almost everyone, which is in line with his image. Throughout the ages, in many literary and artistic works, most fortune tellers and military advisors appear as blind men.
It’s just that the profession of military advisor is highly competitive and there are few positions, so most fortune tellers are blind.
These are not actually shown in Aqiu's comics. In Aqiu's comics, this is a devil who sets up a private court and claims to be the embodiment of justice.
However, after all, people are not pieces of paper, and they cannot have both sides, so in this world, when everyone breaks away from the constraints of comics, the characters become more alive.
Next, everyone started to make preparations.
Feng Siniang first asked a few servants in the inn to go outside to publicize the news that I would personally pick up the guests. It felt like a certain starlet from an island country suddenly announced that she would go to sea to film a movie.
Xue San squatted by the wellhead in the yard, with a whetstone in front of him, and began to sharpen the knife.
However, what is sharpened is a small dagger and a small pliers, which are probably the standard items for a gentleman in Liang Shang.
Zheng Fan came over with some curiosity, squatted next to him, and asked:
"Where is your sword?"
Zheng Fan remembered the comics In it, Xue San is shown with a big iron sword slung across his back. Perhaps the author Qin Siyu likes this kind of cute contrast.
Xue San raised his head and smiled at Zheng Fan while sharpening his knife, and replied:
"Reply to the Lord, no problem."
"Nope. ?”
“When we came to this world, everyone was naked except for the clothes they were wearing.”
Zheng Fan nodded, that’s it.
At the moment, I felt a little regretful in my heart. The things these people originally held in the comics should be regarded as artifacts if they were thrown away in reality.
"The Lord can go sit in the front hall first and drink tea or wine. After tonight, we can report back to the Lord what the world will be like."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Zheng Fan did not go to the front hall. To be honest, he was a little afraid to face the unknown. He sat in the front hall and waited until the afternoon when the guests would Come, look at the guests who are dressed very differently from modern ones. This sense of unknown can make people breathless.
But he couldn't help but want to explore this unknown.
Maybe I’m not used to it yet. It’s like a normal person watching a horror movie, feeling both pain and happiness.
Zheng Fan returned to his room and lay on the bed. Everyone outside was busy and making preparations. Zheng Fan took a nap.
This sleep lasted much longer than expected. When I woke up, I found that it was already dark outside.
"I can really sleep."
Zheng Fan laughed at himself helplessly.
Actually, Zheng Fan also wanted to see if he could help.Be busy, otherwise they will call you "Master" one after another, and your face will always look embarrassed.
But Zheng Fan knew very well that he seemed to be unable to help. If he forced himself to help, he might even be unhelpful.
Perhaps, if you take a nap in the house and let them offer you as a mascot, they will be happier.
Leaving the room and walking into the yard, I happened to see A Ming again.
A Ming was standing in the shadow of the wine cellar door, holding a small file in his hand as if he was trimming his nails.
When he sensed Zheng Fan coming, A Ming raised his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:
"My lord, Fan Li had already followed the barbarian tribe in the afternoon. A caravan has gone to the desert, and Xue San has also gone to camp. The wife of the patrol captain who went to visit the city in the afternoon has not returned yet."
A Ming said while talking. On the other hand, he continued to cut his nails.
"Yes."
Zheng Fan responded, then hesitated and asked:
"How can I help?"
p>A Ming was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be something meaningful in his eyes, and he said:
"Actually, Lord, you have already helped a lot."
< p>Zheng Fan was speechless. He thought A Ming meant that if he didn't cause trouble, he was just helping.Unexpectedly, A Ming continued:
"The bidding over there has ended, but there is some trouble."
"What trouble?"< /p>
"The higher bidder paid a bit too much."
"So..."
Zheng Fan never doubted Feng Siniang's charm. Men have different tastes. Some like petite ones, some like big ones, some like cooing ones, and some like purring ones;
But Feng Siniang, as a perfect mature girl imagined by Qin Siyao A woman, her every move and smile is definitely extremely attractive.
One of the most effective ways to tell whether a man is lustful is to put your index finger between a man's upper lip and nose. If there is breath, it proves that he is lustful.
“That man also has an entourage, which is said to be an entourage, but more like a bodyguard.
This young man came to Hutou City a few days ago. The brothel in the east of the city asked two women to enter the inn, but they were carried out after entering the inn. One is still alive and the other has died.
He. I compensated that kiln, and that kiln didn't have any trouble."
According to the previous arrangement, Feng Siniang opened the door to receive customers this time, and her purpose was to catch a big fish. The "world view" of the world is tortured from the mouth of this big fish.
Then, to be on the safe side, this fish must be disposed of. After the "world view" sharing is over, Liang Cheng or A Ming will wear the clothes of the big fish to "finish it" swaggering postureHe walked out of the inn and cleared away the suspicion of the inn.
Originally, one only needs to target the big fish, and men are often the least vigilant when next to a woman’s bed.
But the appearance of an extra guard and entourage out of thin air created a lot of variables. In addition, A Ming said that this person shouted the highest price and was the one who crushed the whole crowd. The richer and more prestigious the person. People, his entourage and guards may be stronger.
The devil is jumping, but don’t take it off for fun.
"How about poisoning?" Zheng Fan suggested.
"I have observed that the attendant, after entering the inn, although he has been sitting next to his master, he has never drank or eaten."
This kind of follower will require you to stay awake at all times, so it is more difficult to deal with.
Especially when the demon kings under Zheng Fan were still ordinary people.
"Since the idea is too tough, let's give up."
Zheng Fan didn't want them to suffer losses.
A Ming smiled, his teeth were very white, shook his head, and said:
"The more powerful the follower is, the more things the master knows, so we will attack him The more valuable it is, besides, Si Niang has already received money from others, so it is impossible to really let Si Niang sleep with others."
"That's right."
"Master. Come on, if you want to help, you can help me carry this jar of wine to the front hall and calculate the time."
"Oh, okay"
Zheng Fan's eyes wandered around the ground, and when he saw a small wine jar, he immediately bent down and picked it up.
"It's so heavy..."
"It contains incense ash."
"Is this thing used for sneak attacks?"
"Well, the master sees the right time and just hits the guard. The rest will be left to me and Liang Cheng."
"Okay, okay."
p>Zheng Fan nodded vigorously.
"My Lord, go ahead. Liang Cheng is waiting at the entrance of the stairs in the front hall."
"What about you?"
A Ming pointed. On the south side of the yard, there is a ladder that leads directly to the second floor of the front hall.
"I entered Siniang's house from the ladder and helped Siniang control the big fish first; the guard was guarding the room in the outer room. When you guys take action, I will enter his house from the inner room. "Sneak attack from behind."
"Okay."
Although in the comic story, Zheng Fan has "killed countless people", "full of blood" and "heinous crime", but to be honest, that's nothing. He's just a keyboard warrior, well, maybe he has a little more imagination than an ordinary keyboard warrior.
He has never even killed a chicken, but when it comes to killing people...well...this is really killing him, he has killed himself.
Zheng Fan entered the front hall with a small wine jar. Liang Cheng was indeed standing at the top of the stairs waiting. When he saw Zheng Fan walking up with the wine jar in his arms, Liang Cheng seemed a little surprised. Apart from the surprise, he also Somewhat angry.
"Who asked the Lord to come to you, A Ming?"
"I asked for it myself." Zheng Fan replied.
Liang Cheng frowned, and it could be seen that he was quite dissatisfied;
Zheng Fan was a little uneasy and could only continue: "I followed your instructions and smashed the ashes. Just run."
He felt that Liang Cheng thought he was useless and could only get in the way, so he was dissatisfied.
But Liang Cheng’s next cold words surprised Zheng Fan:
“The Lord’s safety cannot be compromised.”
This is , are you concerned about me?
"I'll hit it and run away. Nothing will happen. Besides, there are still you guys."
Seemingly seeing that Zheng Fan was still insisting, Liang Cheng nodded helplessly. , which indicates agreement.
Immediately, he turned around and walked upstairs.
Zheng Fan naturally followed him with the wine jar in his arms. In fact, Zheng Fan still felt that this action was a bit radical.
Fan Li went to the desert with the caravan to open up his horizons to the barbarians; Xue San went to the government to steal documents and letterheads; and the blind man went north to seduce the wife of a general. These are actually enough, right?
But the inn plans to obtain information directly by silencing them. It’s okay if it succeeds, but what if it fails?
However, Zheng Fan could also understand in his heart that these guys were originally monsters in comics who killed without batting an eye and even took pleasure in killing. When they did things, many times they really only focused on Results, regardless of process and means.
Normal people do things when they are strong enough, but lunatics don’t do things until they are strong enough!
And now that the action has begun, the arrow is on the string, and there is no time to think about anything else. Renfeng Siniang has already welcomed the guest into the boudoir, so we can’t really let Feng Siniang let that man sleep with her, right? ?
…………
In the yard,
After Zheng Fan entered the front hall,
A Ming was still talking at the door of the wine cellar. stood for a while.
Yes, he was still holding the small file in his hand, but he was not trimming his nails as Zheng Fan thought before.
Instead,
thrust the tip of the file into the palm of his hand again and again.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
The wounds were stabbed out one by one,
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Immediately afterwards,
the wounds healed rapidly one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, A Ming stopped his continuous self-harm, raised his head, and looked at the moon, which was not very bright tonight.
He smiled.