The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 119 The Beaten Zhang Xiaoxiao

In the East District of Dachuan City, this is a warehouse dedicated to storing goods.

In the middle of the night, it was dark here, and only a warehouse was still shining with a faint light.

"Ah~!"

Suddenly.

A scream came from the lit warehouse.

The door of this warehouse was closed tightly, and several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling illuminated the situation inside the warehouse.

The warehouse is full of wine bottles and snack boxes, and the interior smells of cheap cigarettes.

Behind the door, a few men with cigarettes were sitting on the floor. They formed a group, drinking wine, playing cards, blowing smoke rings from time to time, or uttering curses.

It seems quite normal?

But at the other end of the warehouse, the same plainly dressed people were not very good looking.

These people are all powerful and ruthless, and each of them holds a golden stick in their hand, and they can be seen as ruthless characters at a glance.

"Well, it's a salesman, and it's late at night. I still have to guard this turtle son here, or just shoot him down and forget it?"

At this time, one of the men with scars on his face pulled out a golden pistol from his waist, and pointed it at a person lying on the ground, bound tightly by layers of gold foil.

The most ruthless thing was that in order to prevent this blood-covered person from breaking free, he specially nailed a few golden nails on this person's palms, shoulders, and even his back.

In this way, the gold leaf can be firmly nailed to the person.

Now, the person lying on the ground was stripped of his clothes, and his naked upper body was covered in blood from the beating, and he couldn't move.

The blood stained the gold foil on his body red, and the gold and red gold foil looked coquettish and weird.

As for his face, which was beaten beyond recognition, he could barely be recognized through some facial features. This pig-like man whose face was covered in blood was none other than Zhang Xiaoxiao, whom Li Leping hadn't seen for a week.

"No."

A man with wide cheekbones and small eyes came over.

The man's face was also extremely fierce. He looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, with dark eyes.

He also seemed to wish he could shoot Zhang Xiaoxiao to pieces.

But the small-eyed man still stretched out his hand and pressed down the hand holding the gun on the face of the scar, and stopped him: "If the above says it can't be killed, it can't be killed."

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoxiao, who was bound by layers of gold foil, woke up.

He coughed up the blood accumulated in his throat, and there was even a trace of burnt smell in the blackened blood.

I haven't seen him for many days, and Zhang Xiaoxiao is much more vicissitudes than when he was in Qingshi Village. His complexion is withered and yellow, and his skin is skinny. The skeleton of his face is covered by the skin.

His demeanor seemed to be decades old, and when he breathed, he only had air in and no air out.

Every time he took a breath, he even had to groan in pain and low, as if his lungs had been corroded by something, making every breath of his extremely painful.

"If you have the guts, kill me, you grandsons, I will fuck your mother!"

After being beaten like this, he still has the strength to speak harshly.

The voice was extremely weak and harsh, as if scratching the blackboard with your fingernails. As soon as you heard it, an inexplicable sense of irritability grew in your heart.

as predicted.

As soon as the harsh words were finished, a few more sticks hit the back of his head.

"Cutting off your head, how dare you play tricks here? I'll beat you to death."

After finishing speaking, the man with the scar raised up the golden swing stick in his hand, and every stick was a deadly move, all of which were directed at Zhang Xiaoxiao's head.

"Ah~!"

Zhang Xiaoxiao let out a few more screams, and the back of his head was sunken.

With such an injury, most people would definitely die.

But Zhang Xiaoxiao, the ghost master, was not so easy to be beaten to death. During this period of time, he had suffered countless beatings.

He can feel pain, he can scream, but he just can't die.

The spirit of the dry tobacco pipe has eroded his body, so that his body can no longer be classified as a normal person, and naturally he is not so easy to kill.

However, the severe pain from the smashed head still made him pass out again.

"call."

The man with the scar took a deep breath, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Although it's annoying to guard this monster every day, everything seems to be worth it during this kind of sandbags."

Zhang Xiaoxiao's tenacious vitality has instead become a toy to vent his anger in the eyes of the man with the scar.

After all, a living person who can't be beaten to death, for a person with an unhealthy mentality like the man with the scar, every time he hears Zhang Xiaoxiao's wailing and screaming in pain, as well as the sound of the bones cracking, he will be shocked. Feel inexplicably happy.

Thinking of this, the man with the scar couldn't help the desire in his heart, and swung his stick fiercely at the fainted Zhang Xiaoxiao a few more times.

The sound of bones breaking and the sound of the stick hitting the flesh resounded again.

But this time, Zhang Xiaoxiao didn't respond. His whole body was torn apart, with blackened blood all over his body, making him look extraordinarily terrifying.

"Come on, it's really boring."

Without a response, the man with the scar lost his interest. He spit on Zhang Xiaoxiao, then looked at the man with small eyes, and said impatiently, "Boss, we still have to stay here How long is this stupid coin?"

"I don't know." The small-eyed man seemed to be the leader of the group.

He glanced at Scarface, and then said: "But we've collected the money, so we'll just stay here and talk about it."

"Hmph." Scarface pulled out a chair, sat on it and raised his legs, "I don't know how long I have to guard this bird's place. If it was another time, I would have hugged one with my left hand and the other with my right hand, on the bed. Comfortable……."

But when he hadn't finished speaking.

"Dong dong dong."

suddenly.

There was a knock on the iron door of the warehouse.

The voice was urgent, as if the person knocking on the door was in a hurry.

"Ok?"

Immediately, everyone in the warehouse looked towards the door in unison.

"It's Binzi and the others?" Scarface looked at Old Daoist.

Of course, this place is not limited to the few brothers in their warehouse, and of course there will be a few people who let the wind outside the warehouse.

Otherwise, if someone came to the door, I'm afraid the people in the warehouse would still know nothing about it.

"Not right."

The boss who heard the knock on the door was very cautious. If he narrowed his small eyes like this, he really couldn't see his eyes.

If it's one of your own, why didn't you speak when you knocked on the door?

"Go and see who it is." The boss shouted to the younger brothers behind the door.

The drowsy and alcoholic boys at the door did not turn their minds around. After looking at each other, they stood up and walked over unsteadily.

"Fuck-!"

The iron door was opened a crack, and the light shone out, and a certain younger brother glanced outside through the gap.

Immediately, the little brother breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the dim light did not completely illuminate the people outside the door, the little boy inside the door still recognized the person standing outside the door as Binzi.

"Binzi, why do you..."

Several younger brothers complained while pulling the iron door open.

But before they could finish their words, several of them froze in place.

As the door opened, when they saw the people outside the door, their eyes suddenly became terrified, as if they saw something terrifying.

On the other side of the warehouse, the boss and Dao Scar looked at the slowly opened iron door, and their hearts suddenly shrank.

(End of this chapter)