"Half of it when we meet."
The chilly and numbing feeling Aura dissipated instantly.
Wang Youan no longer had the air of a master who wanted to chew people into pieces, including bones and flesh. His whole body collapsed like a punctured ball, and he turned back into the greasy-smelling Heavenly Prison warden.
He put his hands into his sleeves and rubbed them vigorously, then rushed to the side of the ferocious White Bone War Chariot in two steps. The green light coming out of the small eyes squeezed into two slits by fat was a bit brighter than the two faintly burning will-o'-the-wisps at the front of the car.
The right hand that might have been hiding Boning Knife just now was restlessly groping around on the pile of Thousand Year Blood Ginseng and Western Desert specialties Fine Gold Ore. The rough fingertips scratched the dry and wrinkled skin of the blood ginseng, making a slight rustling sound, like a gourmet who had seen the unparalleled delicacy, and tears were almost dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"My dear nephew, you also know that the sand here Yumen Pass is strong and as hard as a knife. Uncle Wang This old bone came all the way, blowing the cold wind and eating sand, and the soles of these official boots have been worn thin."
Wang Youan As he spoke, he raised his foot distressedly and showed off the soles that had long since worn away the pattern. The sad look on his face looked like a miser who had just lost his wallet.
"Look at this car full of wealth. It's so red and golden that it makes Uncle Wang's eyes hurt. I feel uncomfortable all the time, as if I'm being scratched by a cat's claws."
Old Yan on Chariot Shaft took the dry tobacco pole out of his mouth, and his weathered old face was so stiff that it looked like he was wearing a mask. He had been working in Heavenly Prison all his life, and he had seen people change their faces quickly, but never like this. In the last breath, he had drawn his sword at each other, wishing he could tear off the opponent's head and play it as a ball. This breath, he began to call each other brothers, crying and begging for reward.
Fang Mo stood there without moving, with no surprise in those Clear Distinction eyes.
He had been soaking in Heavenly Prison's big dye vat for eighteen years, and was used to the smell of blood and copper. If there was no tacit understanding in this scene, the grass on Wang Youan's grave would It has long been higher than the city wall. This kind of person who can become warden in a place like Heavenly Prison that eats people without spitting out their bones, and can still live peacefully to this day, has never been so-called shameless.
As long as the price is right, the face is too hard to tear off and shine on shoes.
"Uncle Wang Since he has opened the mouth of Chrysostom, there is no reason for a nephew to be disrespectful." Fang Mo took two steps forward, and the coldness on his face that kept strangers away gradually melted away, and he changed into a respectful expression that a junior should have.
"Uncle Wang, would you like a share of the soup?" Fang Mo asked casually, tapping the handle of the knife that was ground from Dragon Blood Qilin Horse's spine very regularly with his fingers.
The folds on Wang Youan's face that had been accumulated over the years were all relaxed, and the round face was full of flattery. It looked like an old sunflower in full bloom under the scorching sun, shiny and shiny.
"Is my nephew serious?"
Fang Mo nodded and said, "Uncle Wang If you don't mind the shabby scraps of Western Desert, you can take whatever you like. Trading this pile of dead things for your uncle's smiling face is also the good fortune of your nephew."
Wang Youan took a big step, and pressed his fat palms on Fang Mo's shoulders with heavy force, pressing Fang Mo's blood-stained Black Robe close to his spine.
"My nephew, what I said has come to light! Your father and I are close friends of life and death! When he made such a big fuss in Divine Capital, I was the one guarding the way behind Great Prison. He left early and left you alone. If I don't protect you, who will? My nephew and I are the most close people in the world!"
These words were so sonorous and powerful that tears even squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, sliding down his fat cheeks and hitting the shabby public uniform.
Inside White Bone War Chariot, Qian Dagui, which was originally suppressed by a bunch of Gold Stone Treasures, struggled to poke out its fair and plump head from Golden Silk Nanmu Box. Even though this fat man was in desperate situation, his shrewdness from his merchant family had not diminished by half.
He listened to the commotion outside and replied abruptly, "What if we add more money?"
The wind in Canyon has stopped.
Wang Youan's movement of wiping tears stopped in mid-air, his eyelids twitched, and he blurted out. "How much more?"
The coldness in Fang Mo's eyes dissipated and he looked at this elder who was digging into Heavenly Prison's bones.
The air was extremely quiet. Old Yan turned his head and stared at the rugged rock wall. The hand holding the cigarette rod kept shaking. Iron Bull hugged the thousand-jin Horse Bone and made an unexplained grunt in his throat.
Wang Youan realized that he had made a mistake, and there was no embarrassment in his round face that was soaked in wine, sex and wealth. He wiped his palms on the muddy uniform and searched War Chariot with his eyes again.
"That... professional habit, when I hear the crisp sound of gold and silver falling into bags, my ears always don't listen."
His big sleeves swept across, and the inside of the wide cuff became a world of its own. White Bone War Chariot, which was stacked like a mountain, half of the Red Goods disappeared out of thin air.
The astonishing blood ginseng from those years, the snake gallbladder that could poison Organ Refining Realm masters, and the Red Gold Joyful Buddha that was exquisitely carved as Evil Spirit, all went into his pocket.
After dividing the account, most of the philistine look on Wang Youan's face subsided and turned into a gloomy one that was immersed in Heavenly Prison Abyss. He took out a greased paper bag from his arms, and when he unzipped it, he found a bright red Pig Trotter. The heat had not yet dissipated, exuding a rich aroma of oil.
"Eat something warm. I ate too much of this Western Desert yellow sand, and my stomach feels cold."
He took a big bite of fat meat and said in a vague but thick voice, "You made too much noise along the way. Those bald donkeys that are not dead, and the shadows of Divine Capital sticking out, are all biting behind like Mad Dog smelling fishy smell."
Fang Mo took Pig Trotter without saying a word. He knew that too many interest entanglements had been cut off along the way. Although Kongji became Prison Suppressor's fuel, the cause and effect had not been completely burned out.
"My dear nephew, I will take care of the Divine Capital by myself. The Cell Block C, Room 9 that your father left behind, I will also ask my descendants to clean it every day. As for these debt collectors in the back..."
Wang Youan held the half-eaten Pig Trotter and pointed at the pitch black West Wasteland.
"I'll take half of the goods. The rest will be used as incense money for me to pave the way for our Fang Family gentlemen, young and old."
"Uncle Wang What do you want?"
"Go and sweep the floor." Wang Youan swallowed the bone marrow in his mouth, and the gray Death Qi that represented killing in the depths of his pupils reappeared, "Western Desert The dawn is too slow, and there are always some desperate things who want to get over Yumen Pass. I'll give them a long memory."
Having said that, the fat man did not look back at the towering pass. He carried the broken Bamboo Lantern, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night that could swallow up Divine Soul.
Fang Mo stood there, looking at the weak spark shaking in the distance. It was the older generation explaining the way out in a bloody way.
"Let's go."
Fang Mo turned over on top of White Bone War Chariot, his voice as deep as thunder from the ground.
Old Yan knocked off the ash from his cigarette, with complex emotions hidden in his eyes.
"Sir, this fat man is a decent man. Half of his net worth is well spent by us."