"What a wonderful show." The girl in green clothes in the teahouse withdrew her gaze, not fully satisfied, and resumed her lazy posture. She supported her chin with one hand and tapped the tea cup with the other hand.
She suddenly frowned and found the waiter standing next to her, looking at her warily, and asked, "What are you doing standing here? Do you also want to know my name?"
A polite smile appeared on the waiter's face: "Sir, if it's convenient for you, could you settle the bill?"
"I haven't finished my drink yet!" The girl in green clothes pointed at the teacup displeasedly.
"Then I'll wait for you to finish your drink." The waiter stood there with no intention of leaving.
"That's so rude!" The girl in green clothes curled her lips unhappily, "Forget it, let's pay!"
"Sir, what you ordered for this table is two cups of tea, one part of dried figs and one part of candied fruit, a total of..."
"Wait a minute, I only ordered a cup of tea, why does that guy Jiang Chen have to put his debt on me? I don't know him!"
The girl in green clothes understood the reason why the waiter stayed here, but she was not willing to be taken advantage of by someone who jumped out of the window and ran away.
"Isn't he your friend? Many people saw you chatting happily just now!" When the waiter said this, his face became a little unkind, "Sir, you don't want to default on the bill, do you?"
The girl in green clothes secretly cursed a bastard, and when she saw other guests pointing in this direction, she couldn't help but look out the window.
Her actions made the store waiter even more vigilant - there was a guy who jumped out of the window just now to escape the order, and she couldn't let her run away again.
The waiter reached out and closed the window halfway.
The girl in green clothes calculated it. With her size, it would be no problem to get through that half of the window, but it would inevitably scratch her clothes, which would be a bit of a loss.
She reluctantly nodded and said: "Forget it, pack me another piece of dried figs and pay the bill together!"
…
Night falls.
The long street is dimly lit.
Jiang Chen sat alone in the shadow of the street corner, watching groups of city guards leave.
Martial law was finally lifted.
The dark clouds hanging over people's hearts dissipated as the city guards retreated. Every household lit up lights, and Xiliao City seemed to have returned to its former prosperity.
Jiang Chen took a breath of moist cold air, stood up slowly, and moved his limbs and joints.
When the movement of the city guards could no longer be heard, Jiang Chen walked out of the shadows, opened his legs, and headed straight to the east.
Dongcheng, Anle Lane.
This is the most famous gentle town in Xiliao City.
Every time hunters who lick blood from their blades come back from a long journey, they choose to come here to release their stress and celebrate their new life in a state of drunkenness and dreams.
The old-fashioned and silent "Dragon Spear Hunter" Shi Dinghai is one of them.
As Jiang Chen walked on the street, he could hear bursts of indescribable noises coming from the walls, which made people blush.
Jiang Chen frowned and realized that the spiritual energy here was dirty, suppressing his consciousness, making his spiritual platform dim, his thoughts obscure, and even his thinking seemed to slow down a lot.
This kind of filthy place is the so-called place where the gods do not protect you, and it is often easy for evil spirits to breed. Orthodox Qi practitioners and God refiners will be greatly weakened here.
Unable to use magical powers, he had to find another way to find Shi Dinghai.
Jiang Chen endured the discomfort and walked under the flashy attics. After rejecting many celebrities' attempts to strike up a conversation, he stopped in front of a four-story brothel.
Meixiang Pavilion.
Shi Dinghai is a frequent visitor here. I hope he is here today.
Jiang Chen watched for a moment and then walked in.
To be honest, this was the first time in his life that he had been to a place like this, and he was a little unsure.
How can I pretend to come here often?
As soon as he entered the door, the smell of powder hit his nose, and Jiang Chen couldn't help but sneeze.
Facing the madam who came over with flirtatious eyes, Jiang Chen coughed dryly, slapped a banknote into the old madam's hand, and pretended to be calm and said: "Assign me a henkeeper."
As he spoke, he glanced around for fear of meeting someone he knew.
Although he knew that the possibility of meeting an acquaintance in a place like this was extremely slim, and he had also disguised himself so that it would be difficult to be recognized, he still felt a little guilty.
Unfortunately, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure walking towards him, and his expression froze slightly.
That voluptuous woman in white is clearly the "Fragrance Thief" Lin Shuixian.
When Lin Shuixian saw Jiang Chen, her eyes were also panicked for a moment, and her expression was even more complicated.
When a woman comes to a place like this, it is easier for others to misunderstand her.
Lin Shuixian is known as the "Fragrance Thief" and has the sharpest sense of smell. He has smelled the familiar scent of Jiang Chen and of course saw through his disguise.
'Isn't this guy making a fuss about dressing up when visiting a brothel? Is he a baby? Lin Shuixian secretly cursed.
Jiang Chen was still hesitating whether he should pretend not to know each other and just pass by. Lin Shuixian was the first to say hello: "Young Master Jiang, we meet again."
"Yes, what a coincidence." Jiang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Shuixian, "I didn't expect that Miss Shuixian, you have multiple jobs. It's really not easy. With your beauty and fame, the asking price should be very high, right?"
Lin Shuixian's face suddenly became frosty: "You scolded the guy next door! What nonsense are you talking about? I'm here to do business!"
"Oh, business..." Jiang Chen smiled playfully.
Lin Shuixian was furious and stared at him fiercely, veins on his forehead throbbing: "Don't think blindly! Listen carefully, I'm here to deliver invitations to Miss Axi!"
"Axi? Who is she sending invitations to?"
Lin Shuixian snorted, her anger still lingering, and she said coldly: "Three days later at Zuiyun Tower, Miss will host a banquet for the top ten masters in Xiliao City. It's a pity that you won't be able to participate!"
Jiang Chen knew that Lin Xi was planning her next trip to the temple. The banquet three days later was obviously to recruit experts, but he was a little surprised that she did not invite him.
Regardless of his martial arts skills, I am the person who knows the temple best, yet she actually didn’t take him seriously at all...
Seeing Lin Shuixian about to leave, Jiang Chen asked: "Does any of the top ten masters in Xiliao City live in this Meixiang Pavilion?"
"One of the "Five Tigers of Western Liao", the "One-Eyed Tiger" Song Chongyan, is sleeping on the top floor. You'd better not meet him. Lin Shuixian said with a straight face.
Jiang Chen felt relieved. He didn't know this "one-eyed tiger", so of course he wouldn't have enough time to mess with that guy. He just hoped that this guy wouldn't hinder him from doing things. Since the one-eyed tiger is sleeping, everyone is fine.
Then I heard Lin Shuixian say: "I will report today's events to the lady."
"Huh?" Jiang Chen didn't know why.
What did she report to Lin Xi? Is this trivial matter of visiting a brothel worth reporting?
Lin Shuixian had already passed by him and walked towards the door, muttering: "Qing Guanren? Haha, he is quite good at picking..."
Jiang Chen frowned and looked at Lin Shuixian's back, and the servant's voice came to his ears: "Uncle, your girl has been arranged, please come with me."
…
The gauze curtain hangs low, creating a hazy atmosphere.
The ground is covered with a red carpet, which is soft when you step on it.
The four walls are separated by brocade, which is warm and cozy.
The embroidered chairs, mica screens and mandarin duck couches are elegant, clean and elegant.
Jiang Chen was lazily reclining on the Yuanyang couch, with the two maids beside him rubbing their shoulders and legs.
Opposite me, Miss Shuang'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, playing the piano with her bare hands.
With the faint fragrance smelling at the tip of his nose and the melodious music playing in his ears, the murderous aura in Jiang Chen's heart seemed to gradually dissipate in this peaceful atmosphere, and he gradually indulged in the gentleness of the land.
"Sir, have some tea."
"good."
"Sir, eat grapes."
"Um."
"Son, your muscles are so strong."
"Haha, are your little hands tired?"
"Son..."
Amidst the girl's soft chatter and laughter, Jiang Chen became more and more relaxed and almost fell asleep.
No wonder everyone likes to come to Goulan to listen to music. This place is really comfortable and I will come back again if I have the chance.
Well, now I am also an experienced person. I will be a regular customer next time I come.
"Sir, I heard about it." The maid's soft voice made Jiang Chen feel refreshed.
He opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes bloomed, like a breathtaking lightning.
The murderous intentions that had dissipated in the gentle countryside regrouped in his heart.
"where?"
"Here..." The maid whispered to Jiang Chen's ear, breathing like orchid, "Lanfang Pavilion, the second room on the right on the third floor..."
"good."
Jiang Chen stuffed a banknote into the maid's hand and then stood up slowly.
If you have money, it will be easy to do things.
Jiang Chen felt the convenience of having money for the first time.
Miss Shuang'er pressed her hands on the strings and asked softly: "Is the young master leaving?"
"Well, I have something to do. Let's take a step first."
Miss Shuang'er said softly: "Let Shuang'er play one more song to see the young master off. What do you want to hear?"
"Just play a song..."Broken Formation"!"
This is a song of killing.
The sound of the piano is clanging, high-spirited and exciting, full of the sound of killing.
Jiang Chen walked out of the room with murderous intent and a cold expression on his face.
Third floor, Lanfang Pavilion.
Jiang Chen heard Shi Dinghai's roar clearly.
This was probably the most selfless and weakest moment for Shi Dinghai.
Jiang Chen quickened his pace, ran to the house in two steps, opened the door and stepped in.
At the same time as he entered the door, Jiang Chen raised his arm, and a silver cold light shot out from his sleeve, making a sharp whooshing sound through the air, like cold lightning cutting through the night, and accurately hitting the throat of Shi Dinghai at the head of the bed.
Like penetrating a thin piece of paper, it penetrated from the left side of the throat and pointed straight to the handle.
Shi Dinghai was worthy of being a warrior who had experienced life and death. At this most exhausted moment, he noticed the movement outside the door, turned half of his face, and made a whooshing sound in his mouth, just in time for Jiang Chen to see his frozen expression at the moment of death. .
"Dragon Spear Hunter" Shi Dinghai died in the gentle village in such a confused way.
It wasn't until the last moment of his life that he saw Jiang Chen's face. I don't know how he feels.
Life and death are only in a flash of lightning. The charming woman next to Shi Dinghai was still immersed in selflessness. She didn't even notice the fight between the two, nor did she realize that Shi Dinghai had turned into a dead person.
Jiang Chen withdrew, closed the door, pretended to be nonchalant, walked down the stairs and out of the building unhurriedly.
Only then did he hear a high-pitched and sharp howl from the wooden building. After several more cries, someone inside the building realized something was wrong, and the chaos gradually expanded.
Jiang Chen, like the disheveled passers-by, left with a satisfied smile.
It was almost midnight when we returned to the Black Sand Gang.
The men who were watching the wind were so sleepy that they didn't even notice Jiang Chen walking by.
The restaurant was deserted late at night, most of the gang members had gone to sleep, and only two figures were left sitting opposite each other in the lobby.
Xu Huqiu leaned on the chair and took a nap with half-closed eyes.
Miss Gao rested her chin with one hand and stared at the candles shaking on the table. She suddenly turned her head and saw Jiang Chen walking in. Thrilling joy flashed in her eyes. She stood up and stepped forward to greet him: "Jiang Chen, you are finally back!"
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Jiang Chen took off his coat and wiped off the disguise on his face.
"I told you to wait here. If you don't come back, I won't go anywhere."
Miss Gao looked at Jiang Chen's face carefully, asked about his harvest, and then talked about the rumors about the Peach Blossom Assassin. She became more and more energetic as she talked about it, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.
Once Jiang Chen relaxed, he felt like his eyelids were fighting. He couldn't hold on even after saying a few words. He just wanted to go back to his room and crawl into bed to sleep.
He yawned and staggered toward the stairs.
Miss Gao followed him, finished talking about Peach Blossom Assassin, and then talked about Young Master Nong Yue. It wasn't until she saw Jiang Chen climbing up the stairs that she suddenly slapped her forehead: "I almost forgot, He Banxian came to see you this afternoon and said he had something to talk to you about. You discuss it.”
"Who is He Banxian? Do I know him?"
"I heard from Xiao Xu that he is the most famous fortune teller in the city. He can draw talismans to catch ghosts, predict good and bad luck, calculate yin and yang, and can ward off disasters and resolve disasters..."
"Since he knows how to tell fortunes, why didn't he predict that I wasn't home?"
"That's right!" Miss Gao slapped her forehead, "This has not been calculated, and it is all in vain! But he said he would come back to you tomorrow."
"When the time comes, let him calculate again whether I will see him or not."
Miss Gao thought for a while and chuckled: "He definitely can't figure out this hexagram!"
He said goodbye to Miss Gao and went back to the room. Jiang Chen sat on the bed, his originally hazy eyes gradually became sharper, and his face was once again filled with murderous intent.
Although his body was very tired, he still had to kill one more person before resting.
At midnight, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and hundreds of ghosts are traveling. It's a good time to do evil.
Jiang Chen's soul broke away from his body, drifting in the wind, wandering leisurely, following the path of memory, and arrived at the door of the Two Wolf Hunting Group.
There is a portrait hanging high in front of the door. The person in the painting has a wretched appearance and his body is huddled up, as if he is about to go to the guillotine. His fear is beyond words.
Jiang Chen knew that that was the image Jing Feng created for himself.
Although he was filled with anger, he did not stay too long. He only looked at it for a few times, then calmed down and followed the night wind into the house from the main entrance.
A nurse guarding the door felt a chill behind him, turned his head and looked around, shouting: "Evil door!"
Another nurse asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
The nurse scratched his neck and said, "That gust of wind just now was a bit evil, don't you think?"
"Shh, don't say such unlucky words in the middle of the night!"
Jiang Chen once lived in the hunting group for a day, so he was familiar with the people. When he came to the front yard, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw the familiar layout of the courtyard.
The Two Wolf Hunting Group, Chiyang's lifelong pride, is about to be destroyed in my hands.
But I have a reason why I have to do it.
Could this be a prank from God?
