Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

Li Zihang was frightened by the old man's aura, and Gou Wuye's explanation satisfied his curiosity.

If you look beneath the surface to see the origin, Master Gou Wu will find that he has lost interest in the tomb-robbing industry that is so exaggerated and strange.

Now he just wanted to know, downstairs, because of an auction item.

The two sides fought fiercely, and a black wooden life and death sign was hung on the door of one of the boxes.

He didn't understand what it meant.

Li Zihang turned his head to look at the old man and asked him what the sign downstairs meant.

The old man didn't explain and asked him to continue reading.

The two people who were fighting downstairs walked out of the box.

They started to curse at each other.

"Ma, if you have the guts, let's fight on the ring. Don't start a fight. You're a coward, just give in."

"If you don't dare to put up a sign, just buy the stuff and give it to me."

"From now on, stay away from where I am."

Another person was furious.

"Liu Dawai, you are pretending to be a big shot in front of me, are you worthy?"

"You were at most a gangster in the past. I don't know who helped you survive until now."

"You don't go home and act like a coward, but you show off here. Aren't you afraid of leaving your life here?"

"You are not worthy enough to play life and death cards with me, you idiot?"

After saying that, he turned and said to his own box.

"Someone, hang up the sign for me."

"Liu Dawai, I'm here to see how much you weigh."

As the man shouted, Li Zihang heard the name Liu Dawai.

He suddenly remembered that he was kidnapped a few years ago, and the old man asked someone to find him, and later he went to return the favor.

Li Zihang: "Grandpa, Liu Dawai~"

The old man sipped his tea and said as he watched the farce downstairs.

"Yeah~ I know. Just sit down and watch the show."

The man surnamed Ma looked at the life and death sign hung in his box.

He turned his head and looked at Liu Dawai.

"Bitch, let's see who has the better luck next."

The host looked at both sides, both of them put up life or death signs, and immediately shouted loudly.

Life and death cards appear~

Seal the treasure~

Set up the ring~

After hearing about the setting up of the ring, the staff in the auction house moved all the items in the open space in the middle of the auction house in an orderly manner.

Then a boxing ring was set up in the open space.

The staff downstairs were busy, and the auction house staff behind the scenes were also busy.

Wooden signs with bets written on them were sent to the auction house's invitees.

"Mr. Ma, if you want to play, do you dare to play big?"

"Liu Dawai, it's not that I look down on you? You have so little money and you dare to play big with me."

"If you really had the ability, you would have burned the sky lantern long ago. Why are you still playing life and death cards with me?"

"Mr. Ma, just tell me whether you dare to gamble or not?"

"Let's gamble, you bastard, just wait for death."

While people were shouting here, the people who were placing bets over there also sent their signs to the old man's box.

The old man looked at Huo Xiangu and the other two and said

"You guys finally came to the city, would you like to have some pocket money to have fun?"

This time it was Master Jie Jiu who took over the conversation.

"Master Li, since you've spoken, there's no reason for us not to suppress it."

"Master Li, wherever you press, we will press."

The old man just smiled.

"Then play less. 50 yuan for a big yellow croaker. What about you?"

He turned around and asked the three people again.

"Master Li, we didn't bring that many yellow croakers. The three of us will bet on 20 large yellow croakers together."

"Master Li, you haven't said who you want to suppress yet?"

Old man, turned around and said to the person who was handing out the betting cards.

"Liu Dawai, 70 yuan for a large yellow croaker."

The auction house staff took the wooden sign with Liu Dawai's name and wrote on the back: Jin (Da) 70.

Then he retreated.

Don't ask why you don't leave a record as a basis.

Those who were invited were all well-known and influential figures in the city.

If you dare to place a bet and lose without paying, first, your reputation will be ruined.

It will be hard to stay in Sijiu City in the future. Second, they are auction houses, so they are not afraid that you will not pay the bill.

You think you can get out of this without paying. You think you are so great.

You are overthinking. You can avoid the first day, but you can't avoid the fifteenth. They are hiding in the dark, ready to kill your family at any time. Are you afraid?

On the other hand, the auction house follows the rules. If you win, they will naturally give you the money respectfully.

Don't be afraid that they don't follow the rules. Auction houses follow rules more than any other industry.

They make a living by their reputation. Even if they lose a lot, they will swallow their pride and accept it.

Downstairs! Both parties put up their equal property and signed their names.

After everything was in place, two people walked up to the ring downstairs.

One was holding a machete, and the other was holding a long solid iron stick.

On the ring, the man holding the machete pulled out a red cloth strip from his waist and passed it through the ring on the handle of the machete.

Hold the knife in one hand and tie the red cloth strip to the back of the hand holding the knife with the other hand until the red cloth strip covers the entire hand holding the knife.

Then he used his other hand to hold the remaining handle of the knife.

The person holding the knife holds the knife with both hands, one living hand and the other dead hand.

Another man was standing in horse stance on the ring.

Turn sideways, hold the 2-meter long stick tightly with both hands, one in front and one behind.

The iron rod pointed directly at the man holding Chief Huan's machete.

The battle was about to break out, and the two carefully circled each other, trying to find the other's weakness.

After going around a few times, the atmosphere became extremely tense.

The man with the knife took the lead in attacking.

A horizontal chop to hit the opponent's abdomen.

I want to split the other person in two.

Unfortunately, the opponent was also a master, and he raised his iron rod straight up to block the attack.

Then, using the force of the opponent, hold the top of the iron rod with both hands. Using the iron rod as a fulcrum, turn sideways and kick with both feet. Kick the chest of the knife holder.

Then, at lightning speed, while the man with the knife was still being kicked back, he picked up the iron rod and hit him directly in the throat.

In an instant, time seemed to stop.

The man with the knife was still retreating after being kicked when he was hit hard in the throat again.

He was hit directly onto the guardrail of the ring and bounced back to the ground by the guardrail rope.

His chest hit the ground, but the sword was still in his hand.

He fell to the ground, spitting blood, his limbs twitching. After a while, he was still.

At this time, the referee from the auction house came up to check the breathing and pulse of the fallen person.

Then he loudly announced the result of the life-and-death match.

"In the first round, Ma Yuan won."

As the words fell, the staff who had been waiting for a long time began to deal with the body and wipe the bloody spots on the floor of the ring.

The entire life-and-death battle took less than a minute.

This also includes the time when the knife holders tie their hands and circle around to test each other.

The actual attack lasted only one round, and the round trip time was only about ten breaths.

In reality, the life-and-death battles between real masters are all fought in a split second, not for hundreds of rounds, or until darkness.

Often, it is a fight between life and death, and every move is fatal.

Li Zihang saw the fight between the two clearly from upstairs.

The moment the man with the knife was kicked out, he knew that the man with the knife would definitely die.

Those who bet on the right prize were shouting with excitement, while those who bet on the wrong prize were cursing in their low voices. It was Liu Dawai's fault, for being so arrogant despite his incompetence, which caused them to lose money.

Those who win money are excited, and those who lose money curse. A human life seems to be worthless in their eyes.

It's just a gambling chip. It's like a cricket fight. If you die, you die.

It was the first time that Li Zihang saw such a scene. He watched the corpse being carried away like garbage.

It is inevitable that I feel a little uncomfortable.

The old man had been observing Li Zihang's expression. He wanted to see if he could handle this kind of situation. He wanted to see if all his years of training had paid off.

Fortunately, he felt relieved when he saw that his grandson's eyes were filled with pity and unwillingness.

Liu Dawai lost money and died. But there was no expression on his face.

He sat mysteriously under the ring, allowing the man named Ma to shout at him.

In the second round, he still did not leave the ring while holding the iron stick.

He kept his hands on his chest, holding the iron rod in his arms.

Standing in the corner of the ring, closing your eyes and resting.

Until a slender young man holding a Miao Dao came on stage.

The one holding the long iron stick opened his eyes and looked squarely at his opponent.

Without further ado, both sides assumed fighting stances.

The second round of battle officially begins.

The arena was a life-and-death struggle, and the people below the arena were afraid to make a sound, fearing that it would affect the outcome of the battle.

After all, they made a big bet.

There was no testing on the stage this time.

Those who hold the Miao Dao swing the sword quickly and at tricky angles.

Every strike of the sword is deadly, with cold light and shadow, and every strike of the sword leaves an afterimage.

Those holding iron rods can only deal with it hastily. They can only defend themselves.

Without waiting for the man holding the iron rod to react.

The man holding the Miao Dao dodged and passed through the opponent's armpit.

Miao Dao, the blade passed horizontally, instantly cutting the opponent's waist.

Without waiting for the opponent to react, the one holding the Miao Dao would directly and continuously chop at the opponent's back.

Every blow of the sword made the opponent's skin burst and flesh exposed.

The man holding the Miao Dao saw that the opponent had no power to resist.

He put away his knife and stood in the corner of the ring, waiting for his opponent to fall to the ground.

But the other party used the iron rod as a fulcrum to hold on and not let himself fall to the ground.

When the Miao Dao practitioner saw how tenacious his opponent was, he suddenly began to admire him.

“Why not fall?”

The one holding the iron rod was struggling to hold on.

"Lying down and surviving, the family is broken up"

There is no sympathy and no mercy for those who hold the Miao Dao.

Said softly.

"I'll help you~"

After saying this, he stabbed the other person's heart with the Miao Dao at lightning speed.

Seeing the other person smiling and closing his eyes.

The man holding the Miao Dao had a look of apology in his eyes.

Seeing the outcome of life and death, the referee walked onto the blood-soaked ring without hesitation to check his breathing and pulse.

"In the second round, Liu Dawai wins."

It took a long time to clean the ring this time.

Seven or eight people came on stage, with towels and buckets of water. Buckets of clean water were used to wash the blood-stained towels until they turned blood red. Then they went down to change buckets of water.

The ring was filled with dead bodies with knife wounds all over them, wrapped tightly in black cloth, and no one knew where they were being taken.