Sun Niuzi won a battle for the Red Lantern Club, which can be regarded as a great contribution.

If he could still be alive, the shopkeeper of the branch in Qingshi Town might not be able to meet Hu Ma's turn.

For two days in a row, it was bloody and frightening. The victory of Sun Niuzi also caused a lot of discussion among the brothers in the club.

Someone praised: "That Sun Niuzi used to be a thief. He only knew that he took advantage of his brother-in-law's influence and drank and drank with others. But he didn't expect that when something happened, he turned out to be a man. I had known that he had fought with him before.

, I won’t throw him into the manure pit.”

Some people also sneered: "What man? That's because he has a Dinghun Pill in his mouth."

"The entrance to the Dinghun Pill locks up his life. Even if you cut him into eight pieces, he won't feel any pain."

"In the beginning, he was able to break the opponent's spell and boil the water because he held the soul-fixing pill in his mouth, exhaled and blew the fire, and the soul came out of his mouth, blowing the magic fire into soul fire."

"Later, when he entered the oil pan, he relied entirely on the effect of the Soul-fixing Pill to hold him up. As long as he didn't speak, he wouldn't die no matter how much he was fried..."

"But when he got off the ring and called brother-in-law, his soul energy disappeared and he died."

"It's a pity that after using this soul-fixing pill once, the magic power on it will dissipate, and it will take a long time to maintain it. Otherwise, we can easily win these ten battles."

"..."

After the show, Hu Ma also asked Manager Xu about the Soul-Defending Pill, and then he understood Sun Niuzi's strange behavior in the ring. The entrance to the Soul-Dinging Pill was cursed, and Sun Niuzi had also been manipulated.

Even if you want to regret it, you can't.

Even looking back, Mr. Lu, who used people to refine treasures, might have been thinking about using puppets to come to power and win this round.

But now that they have won this battle, both sides have four wins and are tied, and the focus is on the last two battles.

Now both sides are already showing off their masters, and it's almost a close fight.

All in all, the situation is worse than what the Red Lantern Lady would have expected. This kind of fighting is a battle for both the background and the loyalty of the people under both sides.

The Red Lantern Lady Club is the largest blood food gang in Mingzhou Prefecture. Logically speaking, there are many talented people, and they are far stronger than the Tsing Yi Gang. They should have taken the advantage long ago. Now they are still tied in the eighth formation. This has shown that the Tsing Yi Gang has done something this time.

The skill is extremely profound.

Hu Ma felt a little regretful.

If I had known earlier, I would have come here and taken a good look at this fighting style. I guess I would have seen a lot of new things and learned more about it.

Now I can only ask. Although I can understand a little bit, it is still not as clear as my own.

That night, after Yang Gong got off duty, they made an appointment to have a drink together. Yang Gong introduced a group of Zi Hongxiang disciples to each other. Both of them drank to their heart's content. Then they returned to the house where Manager Xu stayed and tidied up.

I found a side room and slept there.

On the second day, everyone had forgotten about Sun Niuzi and only cared about this night's fight.

Everyone wants to know what kind of rules the Red Lantern Lady Guild, the only female shopkeeper among the seventeen shopkeepers, will give the other party, and whether the other party will break it.

Among the speculations, some people even joked: "How easy it is for the flower shopkeeper to win. See if the other party is a man, and directly compete with the other party to have children... It takes longer to have children, and it is better than sleeping with a man!"

Another person chuckled: "Having a baby is a sure win, but sleeping with a man is not so sure."

"How do you know you can't sleep with a man if you have sex with a man?"

"..."

"Alas……"

A group of people hated the cold and immediately stayed away from this laughing person.

In the evening, something surprising happened again. After playing the gongs and drums twice, the flower shopkeeper went on stage, but directly asked someone to hang a pair of embroidered cloth about ten feet long on the stage, and first covered it with a curtain.

Then he turned around, faced the direction of the Tsing Yi Gang, and said with a smile: "We are a woman's family and don't understand how you men fight and kill. When I heard about this grand event, I hurriedly embroidered a picture for both sides."

Let’s take a look, gentlemen…”

"It's just that we don't know how to count. We embroider over and over again and forget to count."

"Master Qingyi, who can come up and count us? How many people are there in this painting?"

"..."

What she said was very polite, but no one in the Tsing Yi Gang really dared to be careless.

An old man with a gray beard came on stage, smiled and bowed his hand to Shopkeeper Hua, and said, "Then please give me a favor from Shopkeeper Liangliang!"

The flower shopkeeper smiled and took off the curtain.

Everyone in the audience could clearly see that it was indeed an embroidered cloth with landscapes, corridors and pavilions on it. Of course, it looked like an old thing and was not temporarily embroidered as she said.

Of course this is not important, what is important is how many people are there.

But when the people in the audience looked at it, they didn't understand it even more. The picture was not small. There were people sitting or lying on it. It was clear that there were seven in total.

But here's the surprising part. The old man from the Tsing Yi Gang who came on stage looked at the embroidered cloth with his eyes wide open, and tried his best to wipe his eyes. It seemed that he couldn't see clearly. Everyone in the audience was already anxious to remind him.

He did it, but he didn't say a word.

But the more he looked at it, the more his head stretched forward. He staggered and took a step, but quickly took it back.

The flower shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll take a closer look. If it doesn't work, I can just touch it with my hands."

Since the shopkeeper had said it, it would not be a violation of the rules for him to step forward. The old man hurriedly took two steps closer, but he still couldn't see clearly. In the end, his eyes almost touched the cloth.

His eyes were bloodshot, but he still looked confused. Everyone in the audience could see it so clearly, but he just couldn't tell the answer, which made some people wonder if he was faking it.

.

"Haha, Shopkeeper Hua took out the soul-stirring picture, and now everything is stable."

Manager Xu next to him recognized him, stroking his long beard and smiling.

"The soul-stirring picture, which sect does this belong to?"

Hu Ma was slightly curious and had a vague understanding of the skills of these shopkeepers.

"We don't know what it is specifically."

Manager Xu explained in a low voice: "I only know that it was passed down to her by Manager Hua's mistress. She is a female prostitute and does not have the ability to watch the year. She can control the people below. She can look after such a big village for us at the Red Lantern Club.

Thanks to this treasure..."

"There are many rumors about this treasure. It is said that one year, there was also a demon who entangled a group of bandits and broke into her peony farm, trying to steal her blood food. She thought she couldn't stop it, so she

Expand this picture, trap everyone in Zhuangzi, wait for three days before going in, then in Zhuangzi..."

"...Blood flowed like a river, and none of the bodies were intact. There was other people's flesh in each other's mouths."

"..."

Hu Ma listened and thought about the scene for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

It seems that this flower shopkeeper is the kind of person who does not rely on his own abilities or skills, but relies on a treasure to travel around the world.

"Really...can you touch it?"

But in the ring at this moment, the old man from the Tsing Yi Gang had his eyes wide open and couldn't see clearly.

His eyes were already bloodshot, and even seeing other things was blurry. With a trembling voice, he asked the flower shopkeeper.

The flower shopkeeper smiled: "Of course, you can touch it. If it gets dirty, I will wash it off myself."

There was another commotion among the people in the audience, worried that Shopkeeper Hua was being too big. This was an embroidery, not a painting. The characters on it were all protruding from the picture, so they couldn't be touched by touch?

However, due to the rules of the fight, no one could speak out after taking the stage and could only watch patiently.

Sure enough, I saw the old man already in front of the embroidery painting. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and went up to explore.

"One, two..."

While he was groping for it, he reported the number and felt a little reassured. Sure enough, he could figure it out.

But as he counted more and more, his body seemed to be struggling, and one arm kept shaking. The flower shopkeeper on the other side had a smile on his face, but as he counted more and more, he couldn't help but

Get worried.

When the other party counted the fifth person, his body trembled slightly, and countless people from the Tsing Yi Gang stood up and stared at the stage.

But no one expected that when the old man touched the sixth person, he seemed to be drunk. He said the word "six" in a trembling voice, and then continued to touch forward, his fingers had already touched

As for the seventh person, everyone's hearts also jumped.

"Soul treasure."

At Hu Ma's table, Manager Xu and others could only stare with wide eyes, full of concern, but unable to see through the doorway.

On the other hand, the old abacus who had tricked Hu Ma into taking two blood food pills suddenly suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"The thing in the hand of Lady Hua is a magic weapon used by ghost hunters. There are evil spirits inside. It looks like the people from the Tsing Yi Gang are touching the embroidery pattern with their hands, but in fact it is the evil spirit in the picture that is devouring his life.

, it’s like having seven evil spirits blowing on his forehead in the middle of the night.”

"Whether he can win this battle depends on whether his life can last until the time when he finds the seventh embroidered statue..."

"..."

Everyone at the table glanced at him, but they didn't expect that he was actually a knowledgeable person, or maybe they had heard someone talk about him earlier, but now at this critical moment, no one had time to ask more questions.

There was silence on both sides of the arena, just waiting for him to say the word "seven".
To be continued...