Chapter 267

Just as Du Ruo and the others were plotting to wipe out the thief's den in one fell swoop, the water bandits on the river island also became suspicious.

"Strange, why did the ship stop?"

"Could it be that something went wrong? Did they fail?"

"Fail your head!" The Third Boss of the Moxia Village, Pig-Head Cong, slapped the subordinate: "With the Big Boss's ability, how could she fail? Besides, there's the Second Boss. Dealing with a few useless scholars, isn't it easy?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Third Boss is right, the little one has a crow's mouth..."

Pig-Head Cong was too lazy to pay attention to him and stood on tiptoe to look at the broken ship.

He couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

Why didn't they come over? Did something really happen?

No, he had to go and see!

Just as he was about to call someone, there was movement in front. A small boat passed through the mist and rowed toward them shakily.

"Third Boss, it's me!" The man on the boat shouted from far away: "I'm Coward!"

Coward?

Pig-Head Cong frowned and aimed at behind him: "Why are you alone? Where are the others?"

Coward wiped his face, not knowing if it was sweat, water, or tears.

"The others... are all on the ship. The ship is broken and can't move. The Big Boss asked me to come back and tell you."

So that was it.

Pig-Head Cong suddenly realized, and the suspicion in his heart was swept away.

"That's fine, let the Big Boss wait. I'll take the brothers to meet them now."

Coward's eyes rolled, and he said again: "The Big Boss also instructed to let the Third Boss take as many people as possible, and bring more ropes. There are really too many fat sheep on the ship, and there aren't enough."

Hearing this, Pig-Head Cong's eyes lit up.

"Brothers, did you hear that? Let's go, follow me to the ship and slaughter the sheep!"

The water bandits behind him were also overjoyed, and one by one they scrambled to jump onto the small boats.

Soon, dozens of small boats were full.

Pig-Head Cong waved his hand, his momentum like a rainbow: "Let's go!"

Looking at the mighty fleet in front of him, Coward couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears.

"I say Coward, why are you crying?" A water bandit on the next boat teased: "It's not the first time slaughtering sheep, is it necessary to be so excited?"

The water bandits nearby laughed loudly.

Coward was bitter in his heart.

But Coward didn't dare to say it.

Sorry, brothers, I'll burn paper money for you next year, *wuwuwu*...

The distance of a few hundred meters was reached in the blink of an eye.

Pig-Head Cong took the lead and climbed onto the large ship with the help of ropes and iron chains.

Others followed suit.

In an instant, the deck was densely packed with heads.

"Where are the sheep?" Pig-Head Cong grabbed Coward and asked.

Coward pointed to the entrance of the dining hall: "In, inside..."

Pig-Head Cong threw him away and led his men toward that side.

As soon as they entered, they saw a few people huddled in the corner. Seeing them come in, they all showed "terrified" expressions.

One of them was white, fat, and round. At a glance, he knew he was a fat sheep!

"You, don't come over!" the fat sheep shouted at them.

Don't come over?

Pig-Head Cong touched his chin and laughed wickedly.

"I'm coming over, what can you do to me?" He grabbed the fat sheep's face and pinched it without pity: "Tsk tsk tsk, this feeling is really good."

The water bandits roared with laughter.

"That is, more tender than a woman."

"Come, let me touch it too!"

"And me, and me, haven't touched a woman for many days, making do is fine, hahahaha!"

The seven or eight water bandits in front rushed up, dozens of magic claws reached out to the fat sheep at the same time, pinching here and scratching there, like teasing a puppy.

The fat sheep dodged desperately, but couldn't escape.

He was anxious and shouted: "Is it enough? I can't take it anymore!"

"Can't take it anymore?" Pig-Head Cong shook his head amusedly and comforted him: "Don't worry, we won't do anything to you. As long as your family is willing to pay the ransom, I guarantee you will go back alive."

He looked at the fat sheep up and down: "Look at you, your family shouldn't be short of money, right? Which family?"

As soon as the words fell.

A loud *bang* was heard, and the door of the dining hall was closed hard.

The water bandits were startled.

Someone immediately rushed to pull the door.

However, the door was as if it had been welded shut, motionless: "Third Boss, the door won't open!"

Pig-Head Cong's face changed, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

"Coward!" Pig-Head Cong searched the crowd: "Get out here!"

The water bandits looked at each other, no one answered.

Coward didn't know when he had disappeared.

Pig-Head Cong was slow, but finally reacted. He spat on the ground and cursed angrily: "Coward, you turtle grandson, you dare to betray me! Just you wait, I'm going to peel your skin and feed you to the turtles!"

The others were also panicked, bumping into the door, bumping into the wall, and some were shouting for help.

A few smarter ones immediately reminded: "Third Boss, these sheep must know what's going on!"

Oh, right, almost forgot about them.

Pig-Head Cong scanned the room and finally fixed his gaze on the sloppy old man.

That old man was dressed sloppily and definitely wasn't a rich person. He should be someone's servant.

A sheep that couldn't be sold for a price, it wouldn't be a pity if he died.

And he was hiding the furthest, so he must be the most afraid of death.

It's you!

Pig-Head Cong walked over quickly, grabbed the old man, and asked fiercely with bull eyes: "Say, who is playing tricks?"

The old man was choked until he rolled his eyes: "Let, let go..."

"Let go?" Pig-Head Cong sneered: "If you don't say it, believe it or not, I'll twist your neck!"

The old man's face turned blue: "Fine, fine, fine, I'll say..."

*You know your place, hmph. *

Pig-Head Cong threw him onto the floor and kicked him: "Say it!"

The old man crawled up tremblingly and rubbed his neck.

Then, he leaned closer.

Smiling: "The person playing tricks is actually..."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand, hugged Pig-Head Cong's head, and twisted it casually.

*Crack! *

That pig head rolled and turned, facing backward, forming a twisted and strange posture.

His eyes were wide open, with a bit of confusion, as if he hadn't figured out what had happened.

But soon, the confusion disappeared and turned into fear and disbelief.

Finally, he completely lost his luster.

With a *thud*, the large body fell straight down, shaking the ground.

The water bandits looked at this scene stupidly, collectively petrified.

The next moment, screams erupted one after another in the dining hall: "Ah ah ah ah! The Third Boss is dead, the Third Boss is dead!!"

"Help, let me out!"

"Brothers, let's fight him and avenge the Third Boss!"

The water bandits raised their fish spears and shouted as they rushed toward the old man.

The old man was scared into a ball and shouted: "Oh, it's terrible, there are more people bullying fewer people..."

Just after shouting, *thud, thud, thud* were heard.

The water bandits fell one after another, like dominoes, and could never climb up again.

What's going on? Why can't they move suddenly?

They're possessed!

There must be a ghost on this ship!

Just as they were panicked, the door of the dining hall opened with a *click*, and dozens of people walked in.

The leader was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old black-faced little wife. The little wife waved her hand: "Tie them all up."

She added: "Use the ropes they brought themselves."

The water bandits: "..."

Damn Coward, so this is the real use of the rope!