Looking at the two people who kept begging for mercy.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't ask any more questions, but recalled the conversation with the group of beggars.
He was very angry just now, so he didn't say much and went straight to the bucket.
But from a few words, he heard that a beggar seemed to have said that they were members of the Cao Gang.
Cao Gang...
Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and still had an impression of the Cao Gang. This impression was not that the Cao Gang was so famous that it had spread to Longhu Mountain, but that he knew about it before he traveled through time.
Speaking of Cao Gang, many people don't know it, but its other name is known to everyone, that is Qing Gang, also known as Qing Gang and Anqing Gang.
It was originally a guild-like secret society among the canal sailors in the Qing Dynasty. The original intention of the association was to protect their own interests and fight against the government.
Founded between the fifth and seventh years of the Yongzheng reign (1727-1729), the gang was originally a grain transport business, hence the name "Grain Ship Gang." Many members came from all over the country to join the gang.
Legend has it that it originated from the folk religion Luojiao in the Ming Dynasty. It was originally distributed in Beizhi, Shandong and other places, and later developed along the canal to the north and south of the Yangtze River.
During the Republic of China period, the Cao Gang developed rapidly and became unprecedentedly powerful. Some very famous people in later generations, such as Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng, and Zhang Xiaolin, were all members of the Cao Gang.
The more powerful this kind of gang becomes, the more bloated it becomes and the more rotten it becomes internally. It is not ruled out that there are some righteous people inside, but the vast majority are villains who have done all kinds of bad things.
Because they almost controlled the darkest industries during the dark period of the Republic of China.
Things like colluding with warlords and politicians, collecting protection fees, opening casinos and brothels, drug trafficking, kidnapping and extortion, dividing the spoils, human trafficking... almost everything is included.
This kind of activity is considered human trafficking, right? Those who can be sold are sold, and those who cannot be sold are killed alive?
Zhang Zhiwei thought for a moment, looked at the two people who were trembling with fear, and said in a deep voice: "Drive carefully!"
After saying that, he slammed the door of the locomotive and returned to the coal-loaded carriage.
Look at the children huddled in the corner.
These children seemed to have been drugged and had lost their minds. They didn't react at all to the loud fight just now and were still huddled in the corner stupidly.
Zhang Zhiwei was about to go over and check it out.
Suddenly.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
A shrill bell sounded.
With a glance out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Zhiwei noticed that the bell magic weapon in the hand of the leader of the Paihuazi tribe, who had been beaten into a sieve by him with coal blocks, had rolled into the corner due to the vibration of the train. The harsh sound was made by the rolling bell.
"What the hell?"
Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and grabbed the air, Qi flowing in and out of his palm, and he took the bell into his hand to examine it.
The copper bell is not big, about the size of a fist, and it is painted with a hideous and grotesque child's face, which gives people a chilling feeling.
"Although its specific function is unclear, it is... an extremely sinister magical weapon!"
The reason why it was said to be extremely insidious was because Zhang Zhiwei saw a dark and evil aura contained in the copper bell.
This breath formed a blurry face that was twisted and struggling. This face seemed to want to rush out, but was bound by the copper bell and could not escape.
"This is……"
Zhang Zhiwei was about to take a closer look when he suddenly felt a thorn in his back. Something was staring at him, and it was full of malice.
"Oh, wooah!"
Suddenly, a sharp and strange voice was heard.
Zhang Zhiwei turned his head.
I saw the black jar covered with strange yellow talismans that was originally standing in the corner rolled to the middle with a "gurgling" sound.
A human head slowly emerged from the jar in front.
The man was wearing a black melon-shaped hat, and his round face seemed to be painted with a layer of white paint. His cheeks were bright red, and he had a small mouth and big eyes. He did not look human at all.
This appearance... looks exactly like a paper figure buried alive with the dead. The scene is a bit creepy.
"Oh, hehe..."
The head that stretched out from the jar gave Zhang Zhiwei a sinister smile.
The strange laughter made Zhang Zhiwei feel disgusted, not fear, but simple disgust.
This laughter…gave him a sense of extreme viciousness, yet also a hint of pure contradiction.
Zhang Zhiwei hated this kind of contradiction and decided to transcend it on the spot, physically.
“Hehehe!”
The head laughed and stretched out its arms and legs from the jar, just like a turtle.
Strangely, there were no holes on the jar for hands and feet to extend out.
But when it stretched out its arms and legs, ripples appeared on the surface of the jar, and then its arms and legs appeared out of thin air.
After getting his hands and feet out, the man in the jar reached out and took out a piece of white paper from the mouth of the jar. He held the paper in one hand and made a pair of scissors with the other hand, cutting the white paper into the shape of a big knife.
Then he blew on the paper knife, and the paper knife quickly filled up and hardened, with a cold light flowing on the blade, just like a real knife.
“Hehehe…”
The man in the jar took a look at the corpse of the leader of the beggar gang, grinned sinisterly, and swung a paper knife towards Zhang Zhiwei's forehead.
The paper knife is powerful and heavy, just like the real one.
“Huff, huff, huff…”
The air rustled and a strong wind blew in my face, and a foul stench like that of a rotting corpse emanated from the jar.
Zhang Zhiwei snapped his fingers, and a flash of lightning flew out and hit the paper knife of the jar man.
When the two collided, the paper knife instantly broke into pieces and turned into powder.
Then, the lightning continued to move forward, and with a loud bang, a large hole was opened on the jar.
The body of the jar broke, and strands of smelly black blood dripped from the hole. The person in the jar rolled on the ground in pain, letting out shrill and piercing screams.
"Like the tortoise, has the altar body and the flesh become one?"
Zhang Zhiwei snapped his fingers and another bolt of lightning shot out, pointing directly at the jar man's eyebrows.
Sensing the danger, the man in the jar retracted his limbs and head into the jar like a turtle, thus avoiding the attack.
The man in the jar seemed to be a bit smart. He suffered a loss as soon as he came into contact with Zhang Zhiwei. He became scared on the spot and dared not show up again. He controlled the jar to spin like a wheel, trying to escape.
The direction it fled was exactly towards the third-class carriage.
"Running to a crowded place?! I want to see what kind of person you are."
Zhang Zhiwei leaped up and came in front of the jar man. Covered in golden light, he was not worried about being bitten. He simply reached into the jar, grabbed the jar man's neck, and pulled its head out.
“Hehehe…”
Having its throat strangled, the jar man screamed and struggled, but it was useless. Zhang Zhiwei grabbed its neck and threw it to the ground.
"Bang!"
The jar man's head hit the ground with the back of its head, stars appeared in front of its eyes, its eyes bulged out, half of its tongue stuck out, and it was growling and gurgling.
Zhang Zhiwei held it down with one hand and tore off the yellow talismans that covered the altar with the other hand. Then he put his fingers together to form a sword, transformed it with Qi, and golden light formed a sharp sword at his fingertips. He raised the sword and cut the altar open from the mouth downwards.
He wanted to know what was inside the jar.