"I have nothing to do with Senior Xia, so I'm sorry!"
While Zhuge Xin was retreating, Wang Qi'an turned around quickly and saw that Tai was already in the air.
Before the eight well-dressed men in green clothes could react, Wang Qi'an passed over their heads like a meteor and lightning, shooting down towards Sima Shouyi.
There was a loud "crash", and Sima Shouyi and the giant man holding the hammer were hit by a torrent of force and thrown to both sides.
The bricks, stones and sand fell, and a pit half a man deep appeared in front of him. Wang Qi'an was nowhere to be seen.
"This kid is very domineering, very domineering..."
Hu Luanjiao shook the wine bottle in his hand, as if there was not much wine left, muttered a few words, then turned and left.
Zhuge Xin rushed to Sima Shouyi, helped him up, and found that he had his eyes closed and gritted his teeth, his expression was painful, and he was dying.
"My surname is Wang, you and I are incompatible..."
Zhuge Xin put him down, sighed and shook his head:
"The Dantian is exhausted, and all the menstrual energy has dispersed all over the body. Brother Sima, you are completely useless. Someone, take him down..."
Wang Qi'an left Wuhou Mansion, ran for several blocks, and suddenly stopped.
"Why don't you show up to see me, master?"
He turned around suddenly and stared at the alley beside him.
"The younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared... I think that when the old man was your age, his skills were not even half as good as yours..."
Hu Luanjiao slowly walked out of the alley, carrying a wine flask.
"Senior, could it be that you want to take me back to Wuhou Mansion?"
Wang Qi'an had no ill feelings towards this person and asked calmly.
"Don't get me wrong, little one. Although the old man and Zhuge Xin's father are close friends, they are not very interested in the affairs of the Wuhou Mansion.
Hu Luanjiao looked like he had only taken a few steps, but he was within five feet of Wang Qi'an in an instant.
"Then why do seniors keep following me?"
After Wang Qi'an escaped from Bianjing, he encountered all kinds of bad guys.
Among them, the one with the highest martial arts skills is Dugu Kasyapa, the "Sword Demon", and the most mysterious one is none other than Wuweizi.
But Hu Luanjiao's body skills and martial arts skills displayed today are probably not much inferior to those of these two people.
While Wang Qian was shocked, he couldn't help but secretly raise his guard.
"Don't worry, little one, the old man means no harm."
Hu Luanjiao suddenly stopped as if he felt the change in Wang Qi'an's aura.
"The old man has not paid attention to Jianghu affairs for decades. This time he came to Jinguan City because he could not refuse his old friend's entrustment."
Wang Qi Anxin said that he turned out to be a hidden master. No wonder he had never heard of this person's name.
"Why are you here, senior, and what does it have to do with me?"
Hu Luanjiao shook the gourd in his hand and said:
"The old man has finished his wine, why not find a place that sells wine, sit down and chat slowly, I heard that the Xuejian fragrance in Xuejianlou is the best in Sichuan..."
As he said this, he passed Wang Qi'an and walked forward.
Wang Qi'an thought for a moment and followed him with his legs up.
The two passed through several streets and alleys, and Wang Qi'an's nose suddenly caught a faint smell of blood.
He jumped up, tapped the tile surface, swept across several houses, and landed in a courtyard.
After a while, Hu Luanjiao landed next to him.
"Little doll, what are you doing here..."
Hu Luanjiao's words were suddenly interrupted because he saw several corpses lying in the yard.
What is shocking is that these corpses seem to have been drained of blood, leaving only a shriveled body wrapped in skin and bones, with a large hole in the chest and all the internal organs missing.
"These people's clothing, accessories, and weapons are all very uniform. It seems that they belong to a certain gang...eh..."
When Wang Qi'an carefully observed these corpses, he suddenly stepped on a hard object under his feet.
"This looks like a waist card..."
Hu Luanjiao's expression changed and he quickly snatched the object from Wang Qian's hand.
"This is the leader's token of the Bizhu Forest in Mount Emei. The old man has seen it once."
Wang Qian pointed to a corpse near him and said:
"They all have a piece of bamboo embroidered on their arms. They must be from the Bizhulin Sect that the senior mentioned, but I don't know if the leader is among them?"
Hu Luanjiao glanced at these corpses, suddenly frowned, thoughtfully, and began to ponder silently.
When Wang Qi'an saw his strange appearance, he couldn't help but asked strangely:
"Does senior know something?"
Hu Luanjiao patted the gourd pot on his waist and said:
“It doesn’t matter if it’s him.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...little baby, let's go, let's go, let's go and drink a few bottles first..."
In Xuejian Building, Wang Qi'an and Hu Luanjiao took a quiet corner and sat down.
Hu Luanjiao seemed to be quite addicted to alcohol. Without saying much, he drank a large jar first.
"Good wine, good wine! This 'Xue Jian Xiang' is indeed a famous drink in Sichuan and Sichuan. It leaves a fragrant aroma on your lips and teeth. It is cold and cold in the mouth, but it is like burning in the stomach."
Wang Qi'an once heard Yu Daiqing mention it in Jiangling, and Xuejianxiang was her proud work in recent years.
The water source for this brew is obtained from Xiaojinchuan in Jialiang Prefecture, hundreds of miles west of Chengdu, which is extremely difficult.
Due to the limited production, there are only two or three restaurants under Huanhuaxi in Chengdu that serve this food, and Xuejianlou is one of them.
Wang Qian'an thought that this old man had not set foot in the world for decades, so he knew where to find good wine.
"Have you ever heard of the name 'Blood Demon', little kid?"
Hu Luanjiao tore open the seal of the second jar of Xuejian Xiang, filled his own wine jar first, and then said with satisfaction.
Wang Qian shook his head blankly.
"It's no wonder, let alone you little kid, the old man only heard about things that happened hundreds of years ago."
Hu Luanjiao suddenly became serious, showing a dignified expression.
"Hundreds of years ago, there were three terrifying evil spirits in the martial arts world.
The most brutal among them is the bloodthirsty 'blood demon' Shen Renkuang who drinks human blood and feeds on the five internal organs. "
Hu Luanjiao suddenly lifted the wine jar and drank the remaining half of the jar in one go.
"Half a month ago, the Yinxian sect Zuoxuan Lao Dao asked someone to bring a letter to the old man, saying that dozens of corpses were found in a secret cave in the north of Qingcheng Mountain.
According to his description, the death condition should be the same as what we just saw. The body was as shriveled as firewood and the heart was hollowed out. "
Hu Luanjiao thought:
"Master Zuo Xuan has fought against the 'Blood Demon' before, and has seen his demonic skill 'Thousand Veins Exhaustion' that harms the world. The victim's blood has dried up, leaving only a mummy."
Wang Qi'an raised his sword eyebrows and said
"Senior, what do you mean, those people just died at the hands of the Blood Demon?"
Hu Luanjiao nodded and said:
"It's still not clear whether the old devil Shen Renkuang has reappeared in the world or if it's just his descendant who comes out to do evil.
Zuo Xuan, the old Taoist, was quite capable. He followed the murderer all the way to the city of Chengdu by relying on the aura left on one or two of the new corpses that had not completely dissipated when he performed the technique.
However, he then lost his sense of the murderer.
According to his guess, this person must have entered some kind of closed space that is isolated from the outside world. "
Wang Qi'an said puzzledly:
"Senior wants to find the Blood Demon, but why are you following me?"
Hu Luanjiao's expression softened slightly and he stretched his waist.
"The old man wants you to help me keep an eye on someone!"
