732: C732 Pretend to be crazy and play dumb

C732 Pretend to be crazy and play dumb

Ye Qian's voice was actually not loud, but the penetrative power of his voice was very strong, so basically everyone present could hear his voice clearly.

The reason why Ye Qian said that was to tell the bystanders that he did not know the truth. Their Master Wen had long since woken up, and was only pretending to be dead.

Although there were people who were suspicious, and people who did not believe, it was not a big deal, because in the future, Ye Qian would use his actions to prove it all.

Under the gazes of everyone present, Ye Qian walked to Wen Hui's side with a smile on his face. Then, it circled around Wen Hui's body twice.

Not knowing why, this young man called Ye Qian had always been able to give others a strong deterrent force. No one dared to stop his movements, and no one dared to say no.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet again.

Everyone heard Ye Qiansa laugh, then said: "Master Wen, since you have already woken up, you should just sit up and greet everyone. Just lying down like this is not a good thing!"

Wen Hui's expression changed slightly, but it was filled with disdain. He was unwilling to listen to Ye Qian at all, and continued to act shamelessly.

Seeing that, Ye Qian continued: Since Master Wen likes to lie down like that, then that's good too.

"Lao Ba!" Ye Qian stood up and called for Lao Ba.

The Lao Ba Lin Hai hurriedly stepped forward: "Boss, what orders do you have for me?"

Ye Qian's face revealed a sinister smile: "You've worked hard this entire time, go and wake up Master Wen. Just break all ten of his fingers. There are Specific Drug s in the Leaf Condensing Hall who are used to treating fractures anyway, so it's fine if you wipe them, which is to say, you'll have to suffer a little physical pain. "

"Of course, if he can't recover, it's just that he can't write or hold a brush. There's nothing else!"

Hearing Ye Qian's words, all the onlookers hissed coldly.

No one would have thought that Ye Qian was actually this savage, to the point where he could break the finger of a master painter.

Even Nangong Fenghua and Ouyang Changfeng who were at the side felt a chill in their hearts, feeling gloomy.

But Ye Qian was like this, the things that Xue Qingming did not dare to do did not mean that Ye Qian did not dare to do.

Actually, Lao Ba had already been unhappy with this so-called master for a long time. Receiving Ye Qian's order, he laughed sinisterly and arrived in front of Wen Hui with the gold plaque in his hand.

"Hehe, Master Wen, I'm sorry, but we can't go against boss's orders, I can only let you suffer a little!"

Lao Ba's laughter was eerie, even Wen Hui who pretended to be dead felt chills down his spine.

At this time, Wen Hui couldn't wait for the crowd to come and stop the Lao Ba, that way he could continue playing dead.

But unfortunately, after the Lao Ba revealed this move, no one dared to stop him, and everyone just watched with their eyes wide open.

At this time, Ye Qian still faked a smile and said, "Lao Ba, remember to be gentle, you must be gentle!"

Lao Ba immediately sneered: "Boss, don't worry, I guarantee that all of Master Wen's fingers will go down the drain and Master won't get hurt a second time!"

"That's good then. That's good then. I'm relieved now!"

The two of them were knocking on the door and teasing each other.

All the onlookers felt their hearts beating quickly, and then they saw Lao Ba's foot being lifted up fiercely. Everyone shouted in their hearts: We're done for, Master Wen is done for!

However, at that crucial moment, everyone saw the ninety year old Master Wen suddenly open his eyes as if he had divine assistance. He instantly stood up, then stared blankly ahead, and did not say a word.

Ye Qian coldly snorted in disdain as he said in a low voice: "Stop pretending, you coward!"

However, although Master Wen crawled back up, his movements only paused for a moment before he continued.

A rumbling sound was heard, followed by the crazed sound of Master Wen begging for mercy, "No, don't step on my hand, don't..."

Just as everyone thought that Ye Qian and the person under his command were overdoing it, Lao Ba moved his feet on the floor.

Lao Ba's foot did not step on Master Wen's palm, but instead landed at the side of his palm.

When Lao Ba removed his leather shoes, suddenly, cold hisses and frightened voices came out from the crowd.

Because, everyone could clearly see that a deep footprint had been stomped out on the slate tiles of the Dongyue Temple by the Lao Ba Lin Hai. If such a huge force was placed on a person's hand, what would it feel like? Just thinking about it made everyone feel terrified.

Master Wen looked at the deep footprint in fear, and his hand that was falling down couldn't help but shiver, beads of perspiration running down his forehead.

Just a 0.1 mm distance away, Master Wen almost said goodbye to his career.

"Ancestor, Ancestor, are you alright?"

The courage of the two disciples from Master Wen were completely shattered. After they had recovered from their shock, one of them slipped away and ran to Wen Hui's side as he asked.

Although the current Wen Hui's face was filled with horror, his eyes were rolling as though he was considering something.

Wen Hui was an old man in his nineties, a respected senior.

Now that he was squashed by a child until he vomited blood and then acted like a scoundrel to trick people, it could be said that he had lost all his face, so Wen Hui could only think of a way to quietly leave.

Staring at his two granduncles in a daze, Wen Hui started to act crazy and play dumb.

"Qingtou, Xiangzi, where are we?" Why am I here? "

The moment Wen Hui opened his mouth, Ye Qian and those few old cunning foxes laughed coldly in their hearts.

Of course, at this time, no one would be able to expose Wen Hui. Let's pretend that we can't see it.

However, Wen Hui these two granddisciples weren't very cooperative, and didn't understand their ancestor's intentions.

"Ancestor, this is the Dongyue Temple, you just …"

Without waiting for the young man to finish speaking, Wen Hui glared at him fiercely, and then said with the same protein as before, "Hey, why am I at the Dongyue Temple, is it that strange?"

Wen Hui then patted his head and said, "I remember now, my granddaughter is waiting for me at home for dinner, I have to go back quickly!"

It was currently around 9 in the morning, so if they were to talk about food at this time of the day, the loss in points would just be nonsense.

As he spoke, Wen Hui, this ninety year old man, stood up without anyone supporting him. He then ran through the crowd like he was escaping, "Give way, give way, everyone give way!"

"Ancestor, please wait for us. Please slow down!"

Those two unknown disciples were closely following this old man, afraid that something might happen to him.

It was only when the three of them had left the Dongyue Temple did the spectators finally regain their senses and know what was going on.

Loud laughter immediately filled the hall.

Although Wen Hui, the painter, had used the method of pretending to be crazy and play the fool, he still looked a little childish.

For a moment, Wen Hui's name was actually mentioned as a joke within the Dongyue Temple.

Only after Master Wen and his two granddisciples left the Dongyue Temple did the elderly man stop in his tracks.

Wen Hui looked to the side of the road, his hand fiercely hitting the antique wall, and said fiercely.

"Damn it, Xue Qingming, you are a gangster, I have lost my face to you today, just you wait, before long, I will get it back from you, hmph, that gold plaque, it will be mine sooner or later."2

Even now, it seemed that the Master Wen had not forgotten about the golden plaque.

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