Ding!

Ding!

The bronze bell rang.

It came from all directions, with no source to be found, as if it appeared out of thin air between heaven and earth.

This voice also strikes the hearts of all residents in the T-one district.

They first looked up, then tensed up, pricked up their ears, and had confused expressions.

Then slowly, fear appeared in their eyes and their actions became hasty.

Brother Liu saw everything clearly.

No matter how much shock it brought to everyone when he dug out a cartload of spiritual ginseng, or when the ten thousand year old ginseng first came out, everyone had already forgotten about it.

It was as if this big clock was an irresistible command.

When it rings, no matter what you are doing or where you are, you must quickly hide indoors!

It’s as if the world is about to change.

Many residents cast a farewell look at the No. 8 Master in their hearts in a hurry, then packed up their tools and hurried down the mountain! Liu Di found it more and more interesting.

What kind of things are within this curfew? Tsk! The white-robed immortal Zhang Weiguo pedaled a tricycle loaded with ginseng and stopped in front of Liu Di.

"Brother, let's go back and hide!"

Brother Liu nodded and was about to jump onto the top of the ginseng.

But suddenly I realized that I might not be able to jump up now.

So, Brother Liu made room and sat at the edge of the carriage.

The tricycle starts.

The scenery on both sides of the road slowly receded.

First there was a patch of greenery at the foot of Mt. Shen, and then what appeared before our eyes was the T-one area where all the buildings were strangely twisted.

Because of the arrival of curfew, the invisible light in the sky is gradually dimming.

Like dusk.

This makes the T-one area look quite strange, like a trance dream.

Passing through the urban area.

I saw many sneaky figures hiding inside the building, looking at the tricycle with sinister eyes.

Brother Liu knows.

Life in this T-one area is not easy. Most of the residents are extremely vicious. The information that I returned with a full load is probably already known to many people.

Therefore, there are many people who want to loot! However, curfew is about to begin, so who dares to act rashly?

Simply.

Brother Liu returned all these glances.

There are a few words written on his expression - come if you dare! "Haha, Mr. No. 8!"

I saw a figure riding a bicycle coming towards me at lightning speed from behind.

It was the pot-bellied businessman, Boss Zhao.

He was wearing a suit, holding the handlebars with one hand, and greeting Liu Di with the other hand, looking crooked, just like a village chief from the 1980s.

Brother Liu felt slightly ashamed.

Logically speaking, such a shrewd businessman should be worth a lot of money, but he just rides a bicycle.

It was not until this moment that Liu Di realized how impressive the tricycle of the guiding envoy Zhang Weiguo was.

"Mr. Eight, today's curfew came suddenly. Whatever you ordered, I mean the distribution of money with the residents, Zhao will do it tomorrow, without any ambiguity!"

Boss Zhao shouted in the wind, just like Liu Di's subordinate, with a fawning look on his face.

Brother Liu nodded.

"I'll leave first!"

Boss Zhao smiled apologetically, put more effort into his feet, and disappeared into the narrow street.

moment.

Brother Liu and his group returned to the door of the dilapidated warehouse.

Boom.

The Supreme Master rolled over from the bed on top of the bamboo pole and fell to the ground again, creating a human-shaped pit.

He scratched his head, stood up and said drowsily: "Wow, it's dark again."

Brother Liu smiled playfully, "Master, there is ginseng here, do you want to eat it?"

The master sniffed and said, "The medicinal effect is just a drop in the ocean for me. I won't take it."

After saying that.

The master walked into the warehouse, found a sandbag, fell down on it, and fell into a deep sleep.

The young girl Zhang Zaibu frowned, "That wretched uncle only knows how to sleep all day, No. 8, you don't have to worry about him, it would be a waste to give him ginseng to eat."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Brother Liu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He clearly saw that there was a bracelet made of wild animal teeth on the master's wrist.

There was no such thing yesterday.

Brother Liu shook his head and said, "How could it be possible that you only know how to sleep?"

Boom boom.

In the center of the T-one area, a black cylindrical building like a golden hoop rises from the ground and grows in the earth, as if it is about to pierce the sky.

This is none other than the City Lord's Tower. Every time before curfew comes, this tower is conjured up by the meditation of powerful psychics.

laugh.

A fat man, riding a bicycle, braked and stopped under the tower.

He touched the ground with one foot and looked up at the city tower with awe and fear.

He used one of his short legs to get off the bicycle, got a chain lock, and locked the bicycle to a pillar on the side with a click.

Only then did he straighten his suit and stepped into the city lord's tower.

From the first floor to the second floor, and then to the final 50 floors, the fat man was out of breath.

At the top of the tower, a huge bronze door opened automatically.

The fat man knelt on his knees and crawled forward.

He pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to breathe, and said respectfully: "Zhao Ze greets the city lord!"

"Get up."

In the dark hall, there was a burst of overlapping sounds, like the resonance of a bass.

The fat man looked up.

Above him, there were seven figures sitting! These seven people were leaning against the backs of the wide seats, hiding in the darkness, looking quite majestic and mysterious.

One of them said, "We gave you the right to control the Ginseng Mountain because we want to make sure that No. 8 can't survive in the T-one area."

Boss Zhao was sweating profusely. "City Lord, this is really not my fault. I have done everything I can. Dongshan's resources are already insufficient. Who knew he would suddenly come up with a 10,000-year-old ginseng? I really can't do anything! You know, I can't reveal my identity."

The seven figures were silent for a while.

Suddenly, they all said, "Your life is still useful."

Boss Zhao kowtowed immediately, "Lord City Lord, please give me your orders. I will definitely do it this time!"

The seven people overlapped and said, "You are very smooth. Number Eight already trusts you. The management of the Ginseng Mountain is once again handed over to you. From now on, he can only go to the East Mountain to dig ginseng! Do you understand?"

Boss Zhao's eyes kept rolling, "What do you mean?"

But the seven people in the darkness laughed loudly, "Because, from now on, as long as that number eight stays in T-one, the entire East Mountain will be empty!"

"He still wants to dig ginseng? He's dreaming!"