Happy Building.
This is a romantic place that is as famous as Zuihonglou. It is not as elegant as Zuihonglou. It is a real flesh and blood business, so the prices are naturally not as high as Zuihonglou.
If it just relied on "selling meat", it would certainly not be possible for Happy House to go from an ordinary kiln to an existence as famous as Zuihong House in just a few years.
In fact, Happy House also has another business, which is "Shenxian Powder", a magical substance that can make people "ascend to immortality" after being smoked.
As the former state capital of Lingzhou, Tiandu Prefecture is in short supply of rich people. What it lacks is rare items like "Shenxian Powder". Looking at the entire Tiandu Prefecture, only Happy Building has this item, and no one else has it. .
Therefore, the business of Happy Building is more popular than that of Zuihong Building. No matter day or night, there is always an endless stream of people coming here to play.
Fortunately, Happy Building was built in the southwest of Fucheng, far away from Ninghou Mansion.
A separate piece of open space is surrounded by high walls. There are three-story buildings inside, which are connected to each other through corridors. Even some official homes cannot compare.
It's only been two hours since noon, and Happy Building is already bustling with activity.
There is an independent courtyard behind several noisy small buildings. Many precious flowers and plants are planted around the courtyard. The fragrance of flowers is overflowing in the courtyard and the scenery is pleasant.
In the hall.
Jin Jiuye, who was wearing a bright golden robe, knelt on the ground with his belly on the ground and did not dare to raise his head. His posture was almost exactly the same as that of the man in black who knelt in front of him before.
In front of him, a man dressed in brocade clothes sat on a wooden chair.
His black hair was tied up with a jade crown, he had a handsome appearance, and he was holding a book in his hand. He was quiet and looked like a young man from an aristocratic family.
It wasn't until he finished reading the entire book that he looked at Jin Jiuye and said calmly: "The responsibility for this matter does not lie with you. You have done enough over the years, and it is time to rest."
Jin Jiuye raised his head, his face full of tears, and said: "Sir, do we really want to completely give up this inheritance? And my brothers, many of them are in prison now."
"They don't know much. At most they will suffer some physical pain. Zhou Zhaoguang won't really kill them." Young Master said.
Jin Jiuye was about to speak, but the young master raised his hand to stop him and said: "As for your arrangements, go to Huitu Alley to find Lao Yanzhanzi, and he will arrange your whereabouts."
Jin Jiuye could already hear a trace of impatience, and he did not dare to raise any further objections, so he stood up and left.
The young master looked at his leaving figure. After a while, he got up and went to the bedroom.
The bedroom was very large, and there was a piece of silk gauze blocking the room between the bed and the door.
Through this veil, a woman could be seen sitting cross-legged on the bed. As soon as she saw this person coming in, she immediately said coldly: "Did you get the head?"
The young master paused, a rare smile appeared on his handsome face, and said: "Not yet."
"Then what are you doing here?" The woman's tone became colder.
His expression froze, and then he immediately promised: "Don't worry! Within ten months, I will definitely deliver his head!"
"I'm waiting for your good news. If you can really bring him his head, I won't break your promise." The woman said.
The young master smiled and said, "You won't suffer a loss. There are too many people in Tiandu Mansion who want to be my woman."
The woman said coldly: "You can leave."
"Next time, I will come in openly." The young master chuckled, turned around and left the room.
Ash Lane.
Wang Cheng appeared here with his thirty Xuanwei men and went straight to Jin Jiuye's residence.
Xu Chao and Yang Si quickly turned over the courtyard where Jin Jiuye lived.
Several people walked out with dejected faces. Yang Si cursed and said: "We are late, and Master Jin Jiu has gone to who knows where."
Wang Cheng nodded. He was able to secretly murder He Yiming's family under the eyes of Ninghou. This Jin Jiuye was naturally not a simple person. I'm afraid he had already started to move as soon as Ninghou took action.
"Sir, what should we do next?" Xu Chao asked again habitually.
Wang Cheng looked at the dusty alley where there was no pedestrian left, and frowned.
After a while, he said: "Keep searching! Don't miss any house or yard related to Jin Jiuye!"
As a well-known rich man in Tiandu Mansion and a talker in the Yulong Gang, Jin Jiuye naturally has more than one residence, three in Huitu Alley alone.
Counting the Yulong Gang's stronghold in Huitu Lane, there are dozens of houses related to him.
Wang Cheng and his party searched all the way, not missing any suspicious place.
While they were in full swing, Jin Jiuye, who had changed into a gray cloth and dressed as a country farmer, appeared in a dilapidated yard.
The yard is very inconspicuous. Not only is it dilapidated, but it is also small and pitifully small. It is just a mud-tiled house, which is too common in the entire gray dirt lane.
I saw an old man in rags sitting on a pony, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, and a blackened gray cigarette bag hanging under the rod.
The old man's hair was gray, dirty and messy, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyelids were drooped. When he saw someone coming, he took a long puff of cigarette and rolled his eyelids up.
Jin Jiuye was also looking at Lao Yanzhi. He recognized Laoyan Zhanzi. Of course, he had just heard of his name. After all, he lived in the same alley.
What he didn't expect was that this old smoker, who was usually inconspicuous and no different from an old farmer in the country, was actually a member of a gang, and he was also a very hidden old man.
Jin Jiuye didn't know what to call him, so he gave a fist salute and said, "Young master asked me to come."
The old smoker blew out a puff of smoke, knocked the smoker beside him a few times, and said, "Sit down."
Jin Jiuye was a little confused. What was this old man doing? Don’t you know it’s almost time to get your eyebrows raised?
However, out of trust in the young master, he still walked to the side honestly, but did not sit down, because there was no place to sit, and the only pony was still under the buttocks of the old smoker, so he had to squat down.
The old smoker took a puff of cigarette slowly and exhaled a puff of white smoke for a while.
The smoke is very thick and has a peculiar fragrance that remains long after it dissipates.
Jin Jiuye frowned. He didn't like the smoke from the old cigarette stick. He simply didn't like it and couldn't tell why.
"Do you know all the rules?" Lao Yan said.
Jin Jiuye was stunned again. The young master had never mentioned this to him before, so he asked, "What are the rules?"
"Ledger and roster." Lao Yan said.
Jin Jiuye frowned. He knew very well the importance of these two things, and he also knew very well that if he didn't hand them over today, he would have no way out.
But this was something he had worked hard to earn for a long time. How could he willingly hand it over?
The old smoker continued to smoke his cigarette with his eyelids drooped. He didn't seem to be in a hurry.
Jin Jiuye finally gave in and took out two booklets from his arms, which were the account book and the roster.
After hesitating for a while, he handed these two things to Lao Yanzhanzi, who glanced at them twice and put them into his arms casually.
"Master, how do you arrange for me?" Jin Jiuye asked.
The old smoker blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly: "You can go."
Can you go?
What's the meaning?
Suddenly, Jin Jiuye had no strength left in his body and his butt slapped to the ground.
"Poison...you poisoned me!"
Jin Jiuye is not an ordinary person without any cultivation. On the contrary, he has broken through to the realm of a martial artist early on, so he can feel that his internal strength cannot be raised at this moment.
This must be caused by poisoning!
But how did he get poisoned?
He immediately noticed the cigarette pole in Lao Yan's hand. This cigarette pole was actually a poisonous weapon!
At this time, the old smoker knocked the head of the smoker on the ground twice to knock out the ashes.
When he took the third blow, the cigarette pole suddenly stabbed Jin Jiuye's heart.
"puff!"
The next moment, the cigarette pole pierced Jin Jiuye's heart, but surprisingly, it did not pierce his heart.
"Armor?"
The old smoker grinned, showing his white teeth, and continued to push his hand inside.
This time, it was Jin Jiuye who escaped.
With the force that stabbed him in the heart just now, he rolled like a donkey and stood up from the ground.
The old smoker first said "Hey", then grinned and sneered. The duck has reached his mouth and still wants to fly?
But the next moment, his expression changed drastically.
I saw Jin Jiuye's robes moving automatically without any wind, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted. He instantly stood up from the ground and rushed out of the courtyard.
Lao Yanzhanzi never expected that a cooked duck would actually fly.
But after all, he is well-informed and knows that there are some secret techniques in this world that can make people suddenly burst into tyrannical cultivation. Jin Jiuye must have mastered a secret technique.
Just slightly shaken, he took action.
But I saw him holding a cigarette rod and volleying at Jin Jiuye's back.
At this moment, this ordinary cigarette pole turned into the sharpest sword in the world, and a blade of light flashed across Jin Jiuye's back like lightning.
Silently, Jin Jiuye's body suddenly separated from his waist. His upper body continued to fly upwards, while his lower body fell to the ground.
This state lasted for a moment, and blood spurted out from the wounds on Jin Jiuye's upper body like a fountain, spilling all over the floor.
The blow just now was too fast, so fast that the blood could no longer circulate for a short period of time.
"boom!"
Jin Jiuye's lower body and upper body hit the ground one after another, but he did not die immediately.
He lay on the ground with his upper body, looking back at his lower body, his mind went blank.
Cut in half? ! !
This so-called most cruel punishment in the world actually happened to him!
"ah……"
Jin Jiuye yelled, not sure whether he was hurt or scared, maybe both.
He looked at the old smoker walking towards him step by step and screamed: "It's you!"
He sounded very frightened, as if he had discovered some big secret.
Jin Jiuye couldn't believe it and said, "Why? Why do you want to kill me?"
"You know too much! Only the dead can keep secrets forever!"
