"Don't be wronged, the evidence. The ghost replied with a smile.

Looking at the ghost crying and smiling, Brother Xiaodao's eyebrows rose: "My Yinshan Gang never wants evidence, on!"

A group of strong men rushed up, and the ghost cried and sighed, and the bell rang.

He raised his hand violently, and before anyone could react, two cold stars had already hit the necks of two strong men.

Then, they were hit in the neck by throwing knives, and one knelt on the ground while holding their necks, and the other fell backwards.

The next moment, Ghost Cry kicked on the ground and jumped onto a table.

A group of strong men chased after them, slashing through the air with knives in their hands. Devil Cry nimbly avoided a knife, and every time the long knife in his hand struck out like lightning, one person was immediately injured, backwards or low.

After the three of them fell to the ground and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, Brother Xiaodao suddenly rushed out from behind Ghost Cry. jumped up, and the two knives in his hands were connected together.

However, the ghost cried and didn't reply, and kicked him back in the air with a kick.

Brother Xiaodao fell to the ground, his chest was stuffy for a while, and he couldn't get up for a while. Several people hurriedly rushed up to help him up, and Brother Xiaodao shook off the hand that helped him, shocked and angry.

Clenched the double knives, but did not dare to rush in rashly and swim outside.

Devil Cry dodged a lime bag and two darts, and slashed down another man, who was clutching his neck, and one of them was bleeding so hard that he fell to the ground convulsing, looking hopeless.

The table chosen by Ghost Cry is well chosen, this table is big and wide, as long as Ghost Cry stands in the middle, these guys, even if they straighten out their knives, they can't cut him, and if they want to hit him, they can only climb onto the table, which also gives Ghost Cry reaction time.

Seeing that they couldn't cry, three of them looked at each other, held the edge of the table, and pushed them up.

Ghost Cry shook his body, took a big step forward, kicked on the edge of the table, and then rolled over, swinging his long knife like a crescent moon.

The three people pushing the table let out a scream in unison, and all six hands hit the ground almost simultaneously.

As soon as Ghost Cry landed, he rolled all the way out of place, and the two knives fell at the same time, lying on the ground and sparkling.

He turned around with a knife, and the two of them saw blood on their shoulders and staggered back.

Then, they galloped all the way to the corner, and the rest of the people followed closely all the way.

As soon as he reached the corner, the ghost cried and turned around again, and with a clang, a piece of knife was cut off from it, and the man's chest was splashed with blood, covering the wound and hurriedly retreating.

The rest of the people rushed up one after another, slashing their swords in unison.

The ghost cry was extremely calm, knocked two knives, and kicked one person away. followed by a knife that stabbed a person in the throat, quickly retracted the knife, blocked the knife with the hilt, and then the blade of the knife swirled, cutting the man's arm along the back of his knife, and then stabbing three times in a row with lightning to force everyone back.

At this time, there was a "bang", and a person covered his bloody neck and smashed it to the ground.

Brother Xiaodao took advantage of the ghost crying three knives to collect the knife, when the man fell to the ground, everyone's eyes were scattered, and he suddenly rushed out, and a knife in his left hand was close to the body of the ghost crying knife, blocking it outside, and the knife in his right hand followed up, hitting the wrist of the ghost cry.

This hand is one of his stunts, the knife cuts his hand, and he can't prevent it.

Just as he was smiling smugly, his left hand suddenly loosened uncontrollably, and he felt bad.

In this hand, the left-handed knife is the key to wrapping the enemy's blade, once it is not entangled, everything will be over.

Sure enough, I saw the long knife in Ghost Cry's hand twisted, and the ring head on the handle of the knife "ding" jammed the tip of the knife.

Brother Xiaodao's hair stood on end, and he hurriedly took a step back, but it was still a little late.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of black light, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and blood spurted out.

The ringer stops abruptly.

Brother Xiaodao staggered back a few steps, was supported by the person behind him, and looked down to see that the clothes on his chest were neatly cut, revealing the wounds that had been cracked inside, and faintly, white bones could be seen.

He turned his head to look at Ghost Cry, only to see Ghost Cry holding a black short knife in his left hand, which was slowly retracting.

When did this knife come out?

The strength of the ghost cry was beyond the expectations of Brother Xiaodao, he has always been very conceited, but this time, he was completely blinded.

Shot twice in a row, and retreated in embarrassment for both times in a row. This time, if it weren't for the fast retreat, I'm afraid they would have been disemboweled.

Looking at the scars on his chest and feeling the tingling pain, Brother Xiaodao was afraid for a while. Now it became clear to him that this man was anything but simple. Whether it's this skill, or the saber in his hand.

"Who are you?" Brother Dao gritted his teeth and asked, "Who sent you here?"

"Ghost cry, some of you should know, as for the purpose......"

Ghost Cry smiled slightly, and suddenly raised his foot and walked forward. Everyone hurriedly retreated, not daring to let the ghost cry come closer.

The ghost cried through the crowd, looked around, and found the old ghost Lin lying on the ground.

This old thing, knocked out by the ghost cry, lay on the ground, and was trampled several times because of the fight just now, very embarrassed. Ghost Cry lifted him up and pressed the Baihui acupoint above his head.

"Whew!" Old Ghost Lin let out a miserable scream, hugged his head and jumped up: "Who the is a woman (horse) ......?"

As soon as he spoke, his angry expression stiffened. Looking around him, he felt that something was wrong.

The ground was covered with blood and corpses, the table was overturned, and a group of big men were around, their knives dangling.

He shuddered, and asked weakly, "Uncles, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean?" Brother Xiaodao looked at Old Ghost Lin and asked the ghost to cry: "It has something to do with him?"

"It's about his daughter. The ghost cried, "I have a crush on her daughter." ”

Brother Xiaodao was furious: "What does it have to do with us." ”

"He owes you twenty pounds, and you want his daughter to pay it. ”

"Can her daughter be worth 20?" Brother Xiaodao's eyes widened.

"True!" (×2)" two subtle voices sounded at the same time. The one who spoke, one was the steward who shrunk behind, and the other was the old ghost Lin who bowed his head and hooked his waist with a weak face.

Brother Xiaodao grabbed the steward's collar and dragged him out: "Is it really worth it?"

The steward affirmed, "Really, that girl is very smart." ”

"Did you buy it?"

"Not yet, this old thing doesn't let go yet. ”

Lin Lao Ghost jumped to his feet and said: "My daughter must be more than 20 times, at least 30 times, don't think I don't understand the market." ”

People are bought and sold, and prices vary greatly.

Generally, the small ones can be sold for four or five times, the big ones can be sold for seven or eight times, and the strong ones can be sold for more than a dozen times, beautiful, and the market is different, and those with status, such as the families of officials who have committed great serious crimes, that is another price.

Lin Lao Ghost was right, he also had the right to sell his daughter, but when the ghost cried and heard it, he was furious and slapped him to the ground with his backhand.

"Well played. Brother Xiaodao shouted: "This kind of scum, it's good to kill him." ”

"You can't be killed!" the steward shouted anxiously, "What about the money he owes us?"