Chen Xiaochen took off his official uniform and folded it neatly and put it aside, glancing at Yang Qiande: "I came by myself, I am afraid your hands are dirty."

Yang Qiande laughed: "Come on, I'm sitting here to help you count, one by one, don't worry. So many, I'm afraid I'm counting wrong."

As soon as he beckoned, he moved a chair and sat next to Chen Xiaochen with a smile on his face: "Come on, let's get started."

Chen Xiaochen raised his trembling hand to reach the top of his head, but at this moment his eyes were suddenly in a trance. Yang Qiande, who was sitting in front of him, flew out suddenly, the chair shattered into pieces of wood, and the man hit the wall heavily, and he was out of breath for a moment.

An Zheng walked slowly to the ground next to Yang Qiande, and leaned over to grab Yang Qiande's hair and dragged him back. The other hand grabbed a chair and came to sit down in the middle of the living room. One foot stepped on Yang Qiande's back, and the hand yanked up. Holding Yang Qiande's hair and pulling up, Yang Qiande was lying on his back, and his back was still being stepped on. This pull almost pulled off the spine. Yang Qiande woke up in great pain and screamed and began to struggle.

An Zheng grabbed his hair with his left hand and raised his head to look at Yang Huishan: "Master Yang, you have a few good sons."

"You ... who are you!"

Yang Huishan stood pale, raised his finger and asked An Zheng in anger.

"I really understand it now. When I was in the Mingfa Division, I blocked how many of you got rich. So when I was calculated, it was not a grudge or hatred between one person and two people, but an inevitable situation . You all feel that the existence of the Law Division makes you very uncomfortable, so once there is an opportunity to kill me, you will act spontaneously and cooperate with each other. "

An Zheng's mouth twitched upward: "At first, you took your elder son to find me, and asked me to accept him as an apprentice, right?"

Yang Huishan's body shivered violently, his legs fell softly on the chair, and his face instantly became like a dead man.

"You are ... you are fighting!"

"No, I'm contentious."

An Zheng grabbed Yang Qiande's hair with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pinch one of the strands: "What did you just say? A hair for a pound of grain, right? I think this sale can be done.

He raised his hand upwards, and the hair was pulled straight out with a puff. At least a few hundred pieces were pulled off, carrying a scalp, and blood came out instantly, flowing down Yang Qiande's face. Yang Qiande howled like a pig, but no matter how struggling, it was impossible to get out of An Zheng.

"Help me count, and count carefully, don't forget, this is about the victims outside the city."

An Zheng handed those hairs to Chen Xiaochen. Chen Xiaochen was in a state of ignorance. He froze for a moment before reacting, shaking his hand to take the hair over, and the counted voice was trembling. After a few minutes, he counted back and forth at least three times: "Seven hundred and eighty-one."

"Oh, get the food."

An Zheng looked at Yang Huishan: "It's better to hurry up. My time is precious. I don't want to delay here too long."

Yang Qianshan's youngest son, Yang Qiansheng, is a practitioner, and his cultivation is not low. He quietly walked behind An Zheng and suddenly stabbed An Zheng's back. It seemed that An Zheng didn't notice it at all, and didn't move at all. In the moment when the knife stabbed in the heart of An Zheng, Yang Qiansheng's eyes were excited. There was an idea in his mind ... The famous Fangzhe was nothing more than that.

Be heard!

The knife poked on Anzheng's back as if it was poked on a large steel plate. Because of the excessive force, Yang Qiansheng's forearm bone was directly broken by the force of anti-reaction. A piece of bone was stabbed out of the flesh, and Bai Sensen's bone was still shredded with meat.

An Zheng's right backhand grabbed Yang Qiansheng and threw it in front of himself. He lifted the other foot and trampled him there.

"You are also anxious to contribute to the victims? Your brother has already donated his hair, so don't use it. So, a bone of ten thousand pounds is a good deal."

Anzheng protruded into Yang Qiansheng's back with a loud hand, grabbed a **** spine and dropped it at the foot of Yang Huishan: "Ten thousand pounds."

Yang Huishan shuddered and almost gasped, feeling that the guy in front of him was not a person at all, but a demon.

"You ... you're not a fight, Fang fight won't do it."

"You're wrong. In other words, the disputes at that time will do the same, but after finishing it, you may feel that you have violated the law, and then you must ask the high emperor, the emperor, to punish yourself. Now it is different. When I was feeling very cool, I did n’t feel any guilt at all. You said it ’s strange or not. ”

An Zheng stretched out his hand again, and broke one of Yang Qiansheng's ribs with a click. He pulled a large piece of meat when he pulled it out. He threw his ribs at the foot of Yang Huishan: "Twenty thousand pounds, you see enough weight."

Yang Huishan roared loudly: "Go to the granary and give him food!"

"Don't worry, just give it once, so little accumulation is not good."

He dragged Yang Qiande a lot of hair and handed it to the scared, white-faced Chen Xiaochen: "Count!"

Chen Xiaochen shook his hand and took it, his **** hair stuck together, which was hard to count. Yang Qiande yelled in pain, and the whole person was twisted. He slapped his hands **** the floor, shouting hoarsely: "Give you food! Give it to you! I beg you, please do n’t pull it anymore, it hurts me ... I count you fifty thousand pounds Food can work, I can beg you if it works. "

"There are so many fifty thousand catties."

An Zheng laughed: "You are very generous, but I think you have more than 50,000 hair. Doing business is a matter of honesty. Since you have already negotiated the conditions, how can you regret it. You ca n’t do something short of the weight, the number I ca n’t do anything wrong. Let ’s do it according to the real number, Tongsuo no bullying. ”

He glanced back at Chen Xiaochen: "Could I count faster?"

As soon as he said, Chen Xiaochen's hand shook even harder, and the hair that was sticky together could not be separated. An Zheng sighed: "After this incident, I hope that your mental performance will become more calm, and it is not the courage to do what you want to do. This time it is your luck, if not I will follow you By the way, even if you have stripped your hair, they will still not give you a grain of grain. Do you deal with the devil? You are not a devil, how can you get what you want? This kind of transaction, or It ’s more appropriate for me to do it because I am the devil in their eyes. "

Anzheng talked while digging down her hair. By the end of the talk, Yang Qiande's head had turned into a blood gourd. The man had passed out from the pain, and his body was still twitching. An Zheng kicked the **** hair from that place forward: "I think there are one hundred thousand."

Yang Huishan wailed and said, "I will give it to you."

"But does your family have 100,000 catties of grain?"

"Yes ... yes, part of the grain in Beishan granary is in my private silo, I will give it to you."

"But one hundred thousand pounds is not enough."

An Zheng pointed to Yang Qiansheng: "His bones have not been removed yet."

"I beg you not to tear it down, I beg you to let him go. I have as much food as I have in your house, and you go."

An Zheng shook his head: "Speaking is the basic morality of a man."

When he stepped on his foot, all the bones in Yang Qiansheng's body exploded. In a flash, the bones shot like bullets, the tables and chairs were broken a lot, and the paintings on the walls and the vases on the table were beaten up. In an instant, Yang Qiansheng's body softened into a stall, and he lost all his bones and the whole person was deflated. An Zheng looked at Yang Qiande again: "Your younger brother has contributed millions of kilograms of grain. You only have one hundred thousand catties. Do you feel ashamed?"

Yang Qiande was pretending to be dizzy and frightened to cry like a crazy struggle.

"I guess you won't be able to get it out."

An Zheng stepped on the foot, and the bones in Yang Qiande's body exploded.

"My person is more serious now, because I am getting too lazy to reason. Because I found that it is a silly thing to reason with non-reasonable people. It is better to be straightforward. The reason why you can do prestige Blessing is because you make those ordinary people afraid of you. And I make you afraid? This is what I want to do. "

An Zheng stood up: "Before it gets dark, I don't care what method you use, and transport all the food in your house outside the city. I'll check it again, if I find that there is a grain in your warehouse ... Just let you break. You are very old, can you regenerate one? "

An Zheng turned around and walked away, took a few steps to look at Chen Xiaochen: "Are you still going?"

"Go walk ... I will go now."

Chen Xiaochen trot to catch up with Anzheng, and then ran back to pick up his official uniform and speed up his pace to catch Anzheng.

"Fang ... An ..."

He didn't know what to call Anzhen for a moment, and there was a hot pain in his throat: "Sect Master An, will they really give all the food?"

"will not."

An Zheng said while walking: "They will summon all the practitioners in their family immediately after I leave, and then contact the good family and Zongmen. They will wait for me to come back and kill me."

Chen Xiaochen shuddered: "Then we might as well not go, stare at them to load the grain away, and it is a cart to take one cart."

An Zheng's mouth twitched: "Your demand is really low. How can this family's food be enough for the tens of millions of disaster victims outside. I will come again after dark, if he really shipped the food. If you do n’t plan to ship food, you can just gather a few more homes, which is estimated to be enough for the victims and the army outside for a while. Even if there are hundreds of thousands of catties of food in their homes, can they be shipped in one day ? I have to give them a little time to prepare, and then it will be clear one by one. "

When Chen Xiaochen stopped, he couldn't believe that An Zheng was really coming back.

The back of the man striding away makes him feel that it is an insurmountable mountain.

After An Zheng left the Yang family, he did not go to the meeting of Chen Shaobai and asked Chen Xiaochen to return to the military department. An Zheng crossed the street and walked through the alleys. After a few minutes, he arrived at the criminal department, which was not far away. The gate of the Criminal Department was closed, and An Zheng kicked open.

A minute later, the ground was full of wounded people who were crying and howling, and An Zheng had walked outside the door of the penal department Shang Shu Song Di.

Song Duodi did not know who An Zheng was, but at this time he was already terrified and fell to the floor with a kowtow: "Hero, hero, beg your life, tell me what you want, as long as I have me Give you all."

"Give me a list of officials who sell grain at Beishan Granary."

An Zheng squatted down and looked at Song Duodi: "The list must be exhaustive. If there is one less person, I will kill you to make a count."