In the banquet hall, there was a quiet place.

Old Master Bao felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, wiped the sweat off his head and smiled bitterly.

Everyone's faces were not good-looking, and they looked at the empty seat in front of them.

The seats tonight were very strange.

It is not a round table, nor is it a sitting opposite the guest and the host.

The front host seat is in the center, with four seats on each side, and they are now empty.

The guest seat is the first to go down four seats, and now there are only the first places on both sides.

Needless to say, this is the location of Mr. Song and Mr. Wu.

Please post it and let your children and grandchildren, but in fact, all the children and grandchildren are not qualified to enter the main hall.

There are only twenty-eight seats in the main hall.

From the gate to the main hall.

The guards standing at the entrance of the hall, and the waiters standing with tea trays behind each table in the room were not servants, but young warriors wearing helmets and armor, with goose feather swords hanging around their waists.

Everyone turned off the sound.

The real backbone hasn't come in yet, and no one is stupid enough to be the first to stand out.

At this moment, Huo Bao accompanied Mr. Song and Mr. Wu in.

Mr. Song had a smile on his face, as if he was just attending a banquet, and nodded to a few old friends he knew.

However, Mr. Wu can even twist his eyebrows into pieces and have cream on his face.

After entering the prefecture yamen, someone took away two children and grandchildren. Mr. Song didn't take it seriously, but Mr. Wu was annoyed.

What does this mean?

Is this a drink?

Or is it that the hostages are being sent?

Where did the evil bandits come from? These insignificant means?

Huo Bao still looked faint and asked Mr. Song to sit in the left hand of the guest seat.

Mr. Song nodded to Huo Bao and took his seat calmly.

Mr. Wu was stunned, and then his face turned red. Without waiting for Huo Bao to greet him, he sat down angrily.

Obviously, he was used to being on the top, and even Xiao Jiuqing, who retired, did not take it seriously.

Huo Bao glanced at him, ignored him, walked a few steps forward, and took the first seat to Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu widened his eyes, his face full of shame and annoyance. If he hadn't had any scruples, he would have almost left.

The others looked at the empty seat above and knew it.

In the nine positions above, the little marshal sat in the last seat.

In addition to Marshal Huo and his son, there are seven senior executives of the Chuzhou White-Shirt Army.

As footsteps sounded, several people walked out from behind the chairperson's screen.

A young man with tall and dark skin.

A short man who is over forty years.

An old scholar at the age of sixty.

A lay Buddhist in Haiqing.

A warrior carrying two maces.

An ugly man with a horse face.

The last man...the strong man with a straight eyebrows and a ruthless face.

The people in front sat left and right, and the third position on the left was empty.

Finally, the strong man came out and sat in the middle, with a bit of arrogance.

Mr. Wu's mouth drooped, and he felt more contempt.

As expected, it was just a gangster and bandit who gathered together by cults.

Mr. Song looked diagonally in the direction of the diagonal angle, and his mind was shocked, and the cup in his hand was almost unable to hold it firmly.

Huo Bao paid attention to the expressions of the people and saw Wu and Song clearly.

He followed Mr. Song's gaze and looked upwards, and passed Tang Guang, where Master Lin was.

Master Lin seemed to notice Mr. Song's attention, looked back and nodded slightly.

The two obviously know each other!

There was some dismal situation in the hall.

Huo Bao turned around and whispered a few instructions. The child soldiers standing behind him retreated.

After a while, a group of young warriors brought food to the plate and served wine and food to everyone.

The young warrior bent down and bent over, and the sound of armor "slammed" disturbed people's hearts.

No matter how good the wine and food is, everyone is not in the mood to eat it at this moment.

Huh?

Is this today's wine and food?

Fry two meats and two vegetables, and one six-inch soup bowl with half a slice of duck.

Four dishes, one soup, nothing else!

Next to it is a self-pouring pot and a wine cup.

The atmosphere is still cold.

Huo Wu did not mention chopsticks, and no one carried them.

Mr. Wu was unhappy with him, but he lived to be in his sixties and was still patient.

Huo Wugao sat on the top, his eyes swept through the twenty-eight visitors one by one.

No one spoke, so Huo Wu stopped talking, but clapped his hands.

"Ba, bha, bha!"

As the slap sounded, dozens of child soldiers came in line at the door, each holding something in his hand, a few strips of white cloth half a foot wide.

Huo Bao is embarrassed and embarrassed.

This looks like Hada in his previous life.

It's about drinking.

But these ancients couldn't find any more fun, so they were afraid that they would be scared.

Sure enough, all the guests changed their faces.

Daggers, poisonous wine, white cloth tapes, are they forcing people to commit suicide. Who are they trying to kill?

Mr. Wu couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "What do you want to do when you wait?"

"Yes, is this playing tricks on us?"

"When Master Tu was there, he was always polite."

"That's right, they are all under the command of Marshal Liu of Bozhou. Why is there such a big difference?"

“…”

Several families who regarded Mr. Wu as the leader of the horse shook flags and shouted, and more people were silent.

Huo Wu looked at Mr. Wu, looked at the three people who echoed him again, and smiled: "Can't you tell me? You're a sect, Baishan is a family in the world! If you are lucky enough to gather in Chuzhou, you will naturally be a family!"

"I am a child of a saint and a disciple of Confucianism. How could I change to... other teachings..." Mr. Wu was very upright and looked strong.

"Sir, the saint? You are worthy of such an old lewd guy?" Huo Wu sneered.

Huo Wu had planned to cut leeks before, so he naturally asked people to inquire about the situation of the twenty-eight families.

This Wu family is the first choice.

Mr. Wu relied on his eldest son to do evil in Chuzhou. He had no ten lives, seven or eight.

But the death is either a commoner or a slave who sells himself to the Wu family. No one makes a decision for it, and death is in vain.

"Nothing is true!"

Mr. Wu was so angry that he stood up "Teng" and pointed at Huo Wu and cursed: "Well, that boy Liu Sheng, come to me, you must be polite. You are just a dog beside Liu Sheng, so you go to Chuzhou to act as a mighty man and become an old man. What is it like..."

"bump!"

"ah!"
To be continued...