"Tang Shuai asked you to meet?" Gao Fatty glared and said, "What are you doing? Also, brother, why do I feel that you have been a little strange these past two days? When you cut off Tang Xiang's finger, you almost hugged Tang Men.

Huo'er, why don't you want to take action today?"

Xie Bangui said: "Tang Shuai and I are testing each other and the attitude of the nine sects. Now we can't figure out what the other party wants to do. So we are trying to find ways to test each other's bottom line..."

Before Xie Bangui finished speaking, there was a knock on the door suddenly. Lao Qian motioned Xie Bangui to lie down on the bed. He walked to the door, opened the crack of the door with his fingers and whispered, "What's the matter?"

The children of the Zheng family outside replied: "Master, the people of the Golden Shirt Society are moving here. Do you want them to move to another place?"

Lao Qian looked at Xie Bangui and said, "How far are they from here?"

"There's still seven or eight miles to go. The horse's speed isn't too fast, so we'll probably be here after a cup of tea."

Xie Bangui sent a message: "Old Qian, ask your people to arrest all the innkeepers and waiters, find a few smarter boys to pretend to be inn waiters, and arrange the Golden Shirt Club to the house where you used to live.

Everyone else evacuated and moved into the room used by Tang Sect. We must move quickly, let’s go and wait in Tang Shuai’s room.”

In less than a moment, all the children of the Zheng family had evacuated their original rooms, and the Golden Shirt Club also moved in naturally. Although they also noticed the ajar door of the guest room opposite, they had always been used to the domineering Jin Shihui Club.

But he didn't take it to heart at all.

Xie Bangui, who was hiding in the dark, watched them enter the room before he said, "Let these people live there and don't pay special attention to them. Have you brought back my blood drops?"

"Bring it back!" Fatty Gao picked up the bloody drops from the door: "It is intact, even Tang Xiang's head is inside."

Xie Bangui pulled the spring and dumped the head on the table. Although the blood on Xiang Tang's head had faded, it still had a strange vitality, and it still had the elasticity of living skin when touched with his fingers.

Xie Bangui picked up a pair of chopsticks, pried open Tang Xiang's teeth and put the chopsticks into his mouth. Others saw Xie Bangui lift his chopsticks upwards, as if he had caught something. Before he could thank him,

The half-ghost made another move, and Prime Minister Tang's head suddenly clicked, biting the chopsticks into two sections.

Except for the tall fat man who was slightly stunned, no one else present had any reaction. It seemed that it was not strange for Tang Xiang's head to move, but it was strange for him not to move. Tang Xiang obviously did not expect Xie Bangui and the others to be so calm.

, he was slightly startled and actually asked: "Aren't you afraid?"

"It's nothing to be afraid of!" Xie Bangui said with a smile: "If Fatang didn't exist in the Tang Sect, I might be surprised. If Fatang doesn't even know how to use tricks like borrowing corpses to revive souls, then it would be too unworthy of its name.

"

Xie Bangui paused briefly and said, "Who cut off your finger in the restaurant that day? Was it you or Tang Shuai?"

Fatty Gao said in surprise: "You didn't cut off his finger? Then why do you still say it was your hand?"

"If he were a step later, I would be the one to take action! However, they didn't want to wait because they didn't know whether I would take action. If I held back, their plan to provoke conflict would fail. So, I was just a little late.

They couldn't wait to take action. The one who could do this was either Tang Xiang himself or Tang Shuai who was closest to him." Xie Bangui said: "As for why I want to admit it, haha, someone was watching us that day.

.”

Tang Xiang smiled sinisterly and said, "It's me. Anyway, my body is just a piece of shit to me. It's dispensable."

Xie Bangui asked quickly: "You don't care so much about your body?"

"Whether you have a physical body or not, you still have to eat and sleep. Without it, you feel more comfortable," Tang Xiang said sternly: "Wouldn't it be more interesting to give up those meaningless things in exchange for you and Tang Shuai fighting each other?"

Mei Xin'er said anxiously: "You are all from the Tang Clan, why do you want to kill each other?"

Before Mei Xin'er could finish her words, Prime Minister Tang laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha... Are they considered the Tang sect if they are Zatang? Poison and hidden weapons are the authentic ones of the Tang sect, and firearms are also barely orthodox. Zatang is what it is."

A genre that shouldn’t exist.”

Tang Xiang's laughter shook the window lattice slightly. While he was laughing wildly, something seemed to push away the uncivilized frozen soil near the inn and crawl out from the ground. However, the sound of turning soil outside the inn door was heard by

Tang Xiang covered up the past perfectly with laughter.

Xie Bangui said: "Can Fatang be regarded as the Tang sect's orthodoxy? The ancestor of the Tang family is not from a sect!"

Tang Xiang said disdainfully: "That's because your understanding of hidden weapons is too narrow. As long as it is used by surprise and attacks something unprepared, it can be called a hidden weapon. Longbows, powerful crossbows, and even internal swords, Zifeng Du

It can be called a hidden weapon. Shouldn’t the talismans of the Dharma Hall also be classified as a hidden weapon?"

Tang Xiang's voice was extremely loud. He didn't say a word, but there was a small sound moving at high speed on the wall. If it weren't for early spring, even if someone heard it, they would think it was a group of geckos moving very fast in the same direction.

.As long as his sentence paused, the voice also died down.

"The reason is a bit far-fetched." Xie Bangui grabbed the oil lamp and lit the pipe and said, "Let's get to the point!"

"You'd better stop talking nonsense!" Lao Qian stamped the floor with his feet impatiently and said, "Even though you only have one head left, we have plenty of ways to deal with you."

"That's the reason." Tang Xiang said angrily: "In the Tang Sect, hidden weapons are the only orthodox ones. Those who are born from common people are not qualified to learn hidden weapons, so they should work hard on other martial arts and serve as servants and cannon fodder for the Tang Sect's orthodox sect. That's it.

This is the righteous path for disciples of the common people. What qualifications do they have to be on par with us, the orthodox disciples of the Tang sect, or even to be superior to the orthodox disciples of the Tang sect?"

While Tang Xiang was speaking, the door of the inn was suddenly sealed, the light source in the hall was completely cut off, and countless red dots suddenly flashed half a foot above the ground, like a pack of evil wolves, suddenly opening their bloodthirsty

With wolf eyes, he crawled on the ground and slowly climbed up the stairs.

At the same time, hundreds of human-shaped black images were like rainwater leaking from the eaves. Their heads and feet were slowly sliding down the wall. They used their fingers to support the door frame that only protruded half an inch from the wall, and stretched their heads towards the door.

Peep into the house through the crack on the top of the door.

The few Zheng family members who were wiping their muskets had an instinct that they were being watched, but they didn't seem to notice the bloody light coming from above the crack in the door. They just pushed the door open a little with the barrel of their guns and looked outside.

Immediately he sat back down again.

If someone were standing outside the door at this time, they would be able to see the black shadow lying on the wall. As the door opened, it slowly leaned back like a snake, forming a hook shape in the air, just in time to avoid the god of fire.

Wei's gaze changed back to the posture of hanging upside down and pulling at the crack of the door when he closed the door again.

In the entire inn, only Fatty Gao's nose twitched twice unconsciously: "Why is there a stench? It seems to be the smell of dead people rotting."
Chapter completed!