Jiu Feijun was a little surprised by his answer: "I didn't expect you to think this way... Are you saying that you still can't believe it, did he 'really' kill someone?"
Du Yuyanxing knew that this answer was a bit incomprehensible, so he later explained: "I only have some understanding of his personality and his condition when we last met. Because of this, I cannot explain his murder." Purpose. As far as I know, the last time I saw him was two months ago. At that time, he was still retiring and had no intention of returning to the world. "
"This cannot explain his subsequent behavior." Jiu Feijun denied this. "As far as I know, Mo Yindao has shouldered a lot of blood debts. His reclusive career may end at any time. Maybe he met you after he last met you. Some kind of opportunity."
"...Maybe that's the case, but I want to find him personally to confirm. Before that, I can only say sorry to the agent on his behalf." Du Yuyanxing sighed, "If this matter is true, I will not step in to help him ."
"No need to apologize. I am also an outsider when it comes to this matter. It's just that the lower world is in turbulent weather right now, and I'm thinking of ascending to the upper world... and I should lend a helping hand."
These words made Du Yuyanxing raise his head. Different from his initial understanding, he somewhat understood what Jiu Feijun really meant.
Jiu Feijun continued: "In the past few days, I have found a few old friends. Unfortunately, they were all affected by Mo Yindao's reappearance and neglected to pay attention to the foreign troubles in the lower world. The lower realm Jue Tongjun has Please beg me, the people of the lower realm are indeed in dire straits, and this matter cannot be delayed. Therefore, I realize that if I want to support the lower realm as soon as possible, I should give priority to solving the problem of Moyin Dao."
"This, so it's like this..."
Du Yuyanxing nodded in agreement, feeling a little ashamed inside. He is worthy of being an agent, and his thoughts are completely different from his.
After Jiu Feijun finished speaking, he turned to stare at him, waiting for him to give a reply.
Du Yuyanxing rubbed his hands together. He knew what Jiu Feijun wanted him to do, and because of this, he felt a little embarrassed. After all, convincing Mo Yindao was a difficult task for him.
"I will try my best, but... success depends on God." He stood up, his chest relaxed a little, "In addition, Mr. Actor, if manpower is tight, I can apologize for Mo Yindao and provide support from the lower world."
"You only represent you. Likewise, Mo Yindao and I have no grudges, so there is no need to 'apologise.'" After hearing the answer he wanted, Jiu Feijun's serious face showed a crack of sunshine, "But you are willing to go to the lower world I welcome support. If necessary, I will contact you."
Du Yuyanxing nodded. But I seemed to feel something was wrong. After thinking about it, I just opened my mouth and said nothing.
"By the way, I remember that you like white paste tongue. I picked the top quality and gave it to you."
Jiu Feijun took out a paper bag from his side, but turned around and saw Du Yuyan walking far away. He had already walked to the door and just waved his hand to the gift.
"Next time. ... I'll find him as soon as possible."
After that, Du Yuyanxing disappeared outside the door.
The dim sunlight outside the door slanted into the dim hall. Jiu Feijun, who was sitting alone, looked at the paper package in his hand for two seconds, smiled to himself, and stood up.
He thought of his brief meeting with the owner Zhou Mo the day before yesterday. These are all old friends from back then, but after so many years, they feel more and more strangers to each other.
However... Du Yuyanxing and Fox Dieyi are different. That woman still retains the agility of the past. Du Yuyanxing looks young, but his heart has become a lot slower as the years pass by unconsciously.
His recollection was quickly retracted. Now that the things in front of us finally have a clear picture, maybe there will be new things to do next.
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At this moment, as Jiu Feijun expected, the situation in the lower world is turning rapidly. On the other side of the sea, the dangerous fangs gradually spread, taking steps that are difficult for humans to detect, and followed the ocean current to land on this land.
The sky was getting dark, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, but a passionate shout could be heard from a long distance away. As the sound went away, a smell of sweat slowly fermented in the air, and the yellow light swayed among the moving figures.
"Come on! Come on!"
"Don't be afraid, lock his neck!—Do it!"
Everyone in the crowd stared with bloodshot eyes. They hold their red tickets in their hands, which record the side they bet on. If the bet is successful, you can get twice the money you invested.
On the ring, the two strong men were covered in blood, but they still beat each other tirelessly. The dull sound of a punch echoed around the funnel-shaped ceiling, cruel and blood-spraying.
Because it is a night show, the fighters who appear on the stage are all strong fighters who win during the day. But even so, after a day of fighting, the two of them seemed to be shaky at the moment, and as their injuries were exchanged, their steps became more and more staggering.
These two people are both local men.
With so much blood and sweat, the floor of the arena was extremely slippery. The two of them had been fighting for who knows how long. As the night fell completely outside, a rumble was heard, and one of them finally fell to the ground due to his injuries.
The winner raised his hands, but soon his knees gave out and he fell to his knees. With the cheers of the crowd that followed, under the yellow light, the blood on the winner's hand and the weak rise and fall of the loser's chest all looked so crazy.
At this time, two figures sitting in the corner spat in a low voice.
"It's like hell."
"Why did it become like this..."
The old man's face was a little angry, mixed with panic, worry and at a loss.
Seeing the curator worried, Ling Guangtong returned his gaze to the field. Soon he added: "Then there will be a duel between two strangers. But... there is no suspense."
The curator sighed. He seemed to have a lot to say, but faced with this situation, he had no words to say.
Following a burst of boos, two strong men from a foreign land also appeared. They circled the field and showed off their power to the surrounding audience.
As soon as the whistle blew, the two men took up their stances and started fighting.
The crowd started a new round of shouting. The curator touched his earlobe, and he felt that the surroundings were quite noisy, as if a thousand wasps were flying around.
"The winner of the contest will also receive a large bonus. But these two people are not at all like they were just now. They fought in a measured manner."
Ling Guangtong explained with sharp eyes. The curator raised his head, and with just one glance, he already understood the mystery.
"These foreigners are all working together. They conserve their energy and have a script in advance for who will lose and who will win." The curator said quietly, "In this way, when the finals come, they can easily defeat the exhausted local. Still they are full of pots.”
