In the afternoon, Rishengbao was bathed in soft sunlight, and the bleak autumn breeze made the refreshing weather add a bit of chill.
In the yard, three towering wooden poles topped the wind flags. Miao Yin's subordinates replaced the sliding ropes on the flagpole with three tough nylon ropes, and several big men huddled Pharaoh and walked towards the first flagpole.
"Brother, fellow, old iron! We have something to say, don't bring this."
While struggling, Lao Wang tried to persuade everyone: "This flagpole is so thin, it must not be able to hold people, you can find a place to tie me up, I just look at the place where the horse is tied!"
The few big guys didn't speak, pressed Lao Wang to the ground and began to wrap the rope, and after a while they tied him up like a hairy crab.
"Dude! I'm so heavy, it takes a lot of trouble for you to pull me up. I'll just lie down here, so I won't bother you! Please, I'm afraid of heights, why don't you draft it? You are Deaf?"
Lao Wang's bitter pleading gradually turned into swearing, and the few big men who were in charge of the bondage never said a word.
Lao Wang was pressed to the ground and gnawed at the mud, turned his head and looked at Zi Yang next to him, crying out:
"Lao Li, think of a way, I was hung up so high, even if I can't die, I will fall into mud!"
Zi Yang sighed and lowered his head. They were all mud bodhisattvas who crossed the river and couldn't protect themselves. Now unless God opens his eyes, no one can save them.
Lao Wang yelled for a long time, seeing that no one was responding to him, then turned his head and shouted at Miao Yin: "Yinzi, you can just step on the horse and make a joke, don't be serious!"
Miao Yin looked at him gloomily, raising his hand and making a gesture. Several big men knowingly helped Lao Wang up and skillfully tied the rope of the flagpole behind him. Several people pulled one end of the rope forcefully, and the old Wang slowly rose up like a zongzi.
"Mom, you have the ability to stabbed Lao Tzu with a knife. What a good man to torture Lao Tzu like this! Lao Tzu puck, puck, puck!" The old Wang kept spitting down, and several people who "raised the flag" were all on their faces and bodies. Stained with his saliva. A few people slammed hard, and with force on their hands, Lao Wang was raised to the top of the flagpole slackingly—not to mention, this flagpole is really very tough, and Lao Wang’s weight of 180 pounds hangs on it without breaking.
"Pharaoh, don't kick your legs! Be careful to break the flagpole!" Zi Yang raised his head and looked at the pulley on the top of the flagpole, reminding him with some worry. Hanging on a flagpole is one thing, falling off is another.
After he said that, Pharaoh finally hung on it honestly and didn't move.
Several big men "raising the flag" wrapped the rope around the flagpole to fix it, and turned to look at Miao Yin.
"It didn't fall, Asgen, your rod is quite strong!" Miao Yin looked at the crowd and said, as if he was a little surprised by this result.
"Which one should I do next? Beiye Chong, you have been looking for me for so long, how about I invite you to taste the northwest wind on the Mongolian prairie? The scenery above should be very good!"
The old Mo who was next to him suddenly sighed: "Let me come, the old man has lived for most of his life, and he has never been put on a flagpole."
Yinzi looked at him contemptuously: "You? Are you rubbish buried in your neck with flagpoles?"
Mo Lao San took a deep breath and suddenly spit out a mouthful of thick sputum. This guy couldn't look at things with his eyes, but he could hear with his ears. This old sputum was shot accurately on the bridge of Yinzi's nose!
Yin Zi was furious, wiped his face with his sleeve, took out a pistol and put it on Mo Lao San's head. Mo Lao San sat there straightening his neck, his face showed no fear at all.
Yinzi suddenly sneered: "Do you want to die? I won't let it. Come on, hang up this old immortal for me!"
The two big men rushed over and pressed Mo Lao San to the ground, tied him three times, five times two, and lifted him to the bottom of the flagpole and hung him up with nylon rope.
Mo Laosan, who was as thin as a handful of dry wood, was quickly raised to the top of the flagpole. Because he was too light, he even rapped twice against the wind.
Now, there is only the last flagpole left.
Miao Yin walked around in front of everyone with his hands on his back, surveying the rest of the people, as if appreciating the prey in his hands.
Zi Yang suddenly sneered.
"What are you laughing at?!" Yin Zi shouted sharply.
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"What's wrong with me?" Yin Zi looked at him in surprise, wiped his face vigorously with his sleeve.
"Nothing, I think you are very cute!" Zi Yang laughed with a hint of molesting.
Miao Yin was furious. He raised his hand and slapped his face. Suddenly, a black figure flew up and kicked him on the head. This person was Xiao Hei.
Yinzi's reaction is also quick, and his head can be avoided by this foot, and he reached out and grabbed Xiao Hei's ankle.
Xiao Hei's other leg was injured and he was inconvenient to move. He didn't even avoid it this time, and was firmly grasped by him. Xiao Hei twisted his waist and lifted his other foot, and kicked on Yinzi's face impartially. Although Yinzi leaned back in time to avoid most of the strength, he was still kicked with nosebleeds.
Yin Zi uttered a "hey" and threw Xiao Hei out with his force. Several big guys immediately rushed on, catching hands and feet, pressing Xiao Hei firmly to the ground. Another person Raised the gun and aimed at Xiao Hei's forehead.
Zi Yang shouted loudly: "Let go of him, come to me if you have the ability, I will draft a horse!"
Someone behind him suddenly kicked his legs, and Zi Yang bent his legs, kneeling on the ground involuntarily, and immediately had a cold muzzle on the back of his head.
"Old Li, don't get excited, leave the green hills, and don't worry about no firewood!" Lao Wang saw this scene on the top of the flagpole and shouted at them in horror, fearing that Zi Yang would impulsively fight with them.
The remaining Asgen, A Chong, Su Rui and others are all bare-handed. Behind them are one or two guards armed with guns. There are also a group of Miao Yin's men around with their guns watching and watching. Under the circumstances, no matter how high the effort is, it can't escape the bullets.
Fortunately, this Miao Yin didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill them. He stared at Zi Yang fiercely, then turned his head and shouted at the other people who were holding Xiao Hei: "Hang up this little bastard for me, you Isn’t it fast? I see what tricks you can do on the top of the flagpole!"
After a while, the thin black black was also hung on the top of the flagpole.
Miao Yin gave an order, and the others trapped A Chong, Zi Yang, and Asgen firmly under the flagpole.
"What about this woman?" The second master with a beard looked at Miao Yin and said.
"Take her to my room!" Miao Yin said viciously, turning around and walking away.
"You, what are you doing? Miao Yin, you beast!" Zi Yang stared at his back with tears, roaring loudly, and struggling in vain.
Su Rui looked at Zi Yang and shook his head gently, motioning him not to be impulsive.
"Hurry up!" The second master gave her a gun with a gun, and Su Rui turned and walked forward slowly.
Everyone watched as Su Rui was escorted into a house far away by several people.