Wang Lang took out his ears, "What did the bell tell you?"

Butterfly did not answer this question, but changed the topic, "Senior brother, are you going to go to the ancient tomb underground in Guyuan City?"

"What's wrong with this idea?" Wang Lang asked back.

"Senior brother, the master's wife said it's OK, but you have to be careful and guard against some yellow fat rats. The yellow fat rat is no longer the same yellow fat rat as back then." Butterfly settled.

Wang Lang paused and nodded, "I understand."

After saying a few casual words, the two hung up the phone.

I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, I found that it was only around three in the morning.

Lying on the bed in a large shape, thinking about what happened carefully, and then thinking about what happened next.

Two days later, Wang Lang took a taxi to the place he had booked before, and there was only one teahouse in this place.

After getting off the bus, I found it was a three-story building, a wooden building with antique flavor. A plaque hung above the main entrance, with three words written squarely in regular script.

Jingxinzhai.

However, Jingxinzhai is not very quiet today, but it is very lively. There are more than a dozen cars parked at the door. After entering the door, the first floor was busy. Wang Lang took a rough look and found that these people seemed to be familiar with each other because they had a temperament.

If you think about it carefully, isn’t this the Black Tiger Gang’s people, all of which are black vests, black pants, short hair, and everyone has the word “Tiger” tattooed on their arms.

After Wang Lang entered, everyone stared at Wang Lang with a bad expression.

After scrubbing his ears, Wang Lang looked at the only young man with long hair here. The young man looked fierce, with long flax hair and wheat-colored skin. In addition to his longer face, he looked quite handsome.

"Where is the Huang Fei Rat?" Wang Lang asked.

The young man stared at Wang Lang and suddenly sneered, stepped on one foot on the stool, leaned his arm on his thigh, turned his head and roared upstairs, "Huang Fei Rat, someone is looking for you."

Soon after, a bald fat man ran down the stairs, with cigarettes in his hand. When he saw Wang Lang, Huang Feishi's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Master Long." Huang Feishi trotted up very diligently.

Wang Lang glanced at Huang Feimao and then at the young man just now.

Huang Fei Rat stepped on the cigarette butts and killed him, "Please go upstairs and go upstairs to the third floor and say."

"Huang Fei Rat, where are you qualified to take someone up the third floor?" The young man sneered and stared at Huang Fei Rat.

Huang Feishi grinned, revealing his black teeth, "Old Jiu, I don't know the others, but this one is fully qualified to go up."

As he spoke, Huang Feishu led the way and invited Wang Lang to go upstairs.

The young man who was called Lao Jiu was immediately dissatisfied, "Huang Feishu, why? What I said is useless, right?"

Huang Feishi patted the beer belly and said, "Old Jiu, it's almost the same. This is a distinguished guest. He is unhappy and you can't afford to take care of it."

"Master Long, please ask first." Huang Feishu bowed to Wang Lang and made a gesture of inviting him.

Wang Lang glanced at Lao Jiu and walked up by himself.

"Fuck! I'm shameless, right?" Lao Jiu kicked the stool away, and a group of little brothers immediately surrounded him and stared at him.

Huang Feishi patted the beer belly, reached out and plucked the hair on the right to the left, intending to cover the bald head.

"Lao Jiu, young people can have a temper, but they are not good at having a temper too much. When your Black Tiger Gang leader sees me, he has to consider what you think. You are just swaying in front of me!" Huang Feishi suddenly seemed to have changed, staring at Lao Jiu below with cold eyes.

Lao Jiu rushed up the stairs and grabbed Huang Feishi's collar, "Are you threatening me?"

Huang Feishi reached out and plucked his hair again.

Two people came down from the second floor, two strange-looking people who wanted to laugh.

They are all slim suits. In hot weather, everyone is wearing a suit, one is black and one is white. Everyone has a knife on their back, one is a black scabbard and the other is a white scabbard.

The two looked exactly the same, they were twins. Not only did they look the same, but their expressions were also the same, because neither of them had any expressions.

The black-clad man walked over, looked at Lao Jiu without any emotional fluctuations and said, "Let go."

"What the hell are you? On my territory, you can take the dragon and you can take the tiger and you can take the lie down!" Lao Jiu glared at the man in the black suit.

Wang Lang leaned against the wall, looked at the dark suit, and moved to the side to prevent being scratched.

The hair that Huang Fei Rat had just fisted suddenly flew in a mess by a gust of wind.

Blade wind.

The knife of the man in black.

"Brother Black Impermanence."

A sound suddenly came from the third floor, and the sound came at the right time.

The knife in the man in the black suit just pressed on Lao Jiu's wrist. If the sound from the upstairs sounded a little later, the hand would be broken.

Hei Wuchang slowly inserted the knife into the scabbard on his back.

"Lao Jiu, let go!" Another voice came from the upstairs, the person who had just spoken.

Lao Jiu sneered at Huang Feishi, let go of his hand, and looked at Hei Wuchang with lingering fear. Hei Wuchang just now had a speed of his knife being released so fast that he didn't hear the sound of the knife being discharged.

Huang Feishi fiddled with his hair again and grinned at Wang Lang, "Master Long, please." He said to the two people in the black and white suits, "Brothers Black and White Impermanence, please."

Wang Lang took out his ears and glanced at Heibai Wuchang. Heibai Wuchang seemed to sense Wang Lang's gaze. Looking back at Wang Lang, Heibai Wuchang's hand moved at the same time, and subconsciously wanted to draw his sword.

"It's all a family, a family." Huang Feishi smiled and smoothed the situation, intervening between Wang Lang and Hei Bai Wuchang.

The four of them went up to the third floor.

It was a small private room with an eight-immortal table in the middle, with five people sitting in a circle and many people standing.

On the main seat was a middle-aged man wearing a black vest and a floral shirt. He was tall and mighty, with his eyes as a bronze bell, bearded, his hair was not long, but he was shiny, and he was playing with two iron balls in his hand.

Behind him was a woman rubbing the man's shoulders. When the woman looked up and saw Wang Lang, she was stunned for a moment. Wang Lang also looked around for a while and saw the woman.

It was Sister Qing who met that day at dinner.

The middle-aged man raised his hand and smiled at Huang Feishi, "Mr. Huang, please sit down."

He looked at Wang Lang again, "Mr. Huang, let me introduce this brother."

Huang Feishi plucked his hair, "Just call him Master Long."

There was an old man sitting next to the table with gray hair and many red bloodshots on his face. Although he looked quite old, he was very energetic. He leaned on a crutch in his hand. After the previous black and white impermanence came up, he stood behind the old man.

After hearing Huang Feishu's introduction, the old man sneered, "Do you take yourself seriously when you call me in front of me?"

Huang Feimao just smiled, and Wang Lang took out his ears and sat down.
Chapter completed!