Zhang Hushan is dead.
But he didn't die at the hands of Du Wenqiang, who came to settle a score with him, but he suddenly, strangely, and inexplicably vomited blood and died.
If you hadn't witnessed it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a person could spit out so much blood.
The gurgling black blood quickly covered most of the living room floor, and there were many pieces of flesh and blood mixed in the thick blood.
Zhang Hushan was lying on his back in a pool of blood, but his appearance had completely changed.
Zhang Hushan used to be very tall, about 1.8 meters tall, but now Zhang Hushan, who was in a pool of blood, had turned into a strange thing like a human being, about 1 meter tall, as thin as a monkey.
His skin was completely wrinkled and hanging loosely. If anyone had not witnessed the process of him vomiting blood just now, it would be impossible for anyone to recognize that the man lying in a pool of blood was the tall and strong man. Zhang Hushan, the leader of the Youth Gang.
And Zhang Hushan went from vomiting blood to turning into a small human being, all of this happened in just a few seconds.
Seeing Zhang Hushan's body shrinking rapidly, Shu Guan had no time to do anything.
Of course, he didn't know what to do.
The process of Zhang Hushan's death was so weird that Shu Guan didn't understand what happened. With his current knowledge, he couldn't see why Zhang Hushan suddenly vomited so much black blood.
Shu Guan stood in the distance and silently looked at the corpse in the pool of blood for a long time. He did not rush forward to check the situation for the time being. The situation just now was too strange, and he did not dare to approach rashly.
"Do you know what's going on?"
Then he turned around and asked Duzhu this question.
Duzhu stood there with the same look of shock. When Shuguan asked, he quickly shook his head and said:
"The young monk doesn't know."
Shu Guan thought for a moment and asked again:
"Will your master know?"
So Duzhu also thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"The young monk doesn't know."
Shu Guan pondered for a while and decided to ask the old monk Kuzhu later.
The old monk looked like he had lived for a long time, and the skin on his face was wrinkled like Zhang Hushan's corpse.
Such a practitioner who has lived much longer than himself, whose realm is much higher than himself, whose cultivation is much deeper than himself, and who is much stronger than himself except that he cannot beat himself, Shu Guan feels a little confused. You can definitely ask the other party for advice on things.
Then Shu Guan turned around and walked in front of Du Wenqiang.
Du Wenqiang was still in a confused and shocked mood.
Shu Guan said seriously to Du Wenqiang:
"Master Du, can you promise not to tell anyone else what you saw today?"
Du Wenqiang stared at him blankly. After two or three seconds, his body shook slightly and he came back to his senses.
Shu Guan's question made him look moved, and then he immediately nodded solemnly and said:
"Mr. Shu, don't worry. Du will never tell anyone what he saw today. If he breaks this oath, he will be struck by thunder."
Shu Guan pondered for a moment and said to him:
"Come out with me."
Then he turned back to Duzhu and said:
"You can recite sutras now."
What he wanted to recite carefully was naturally the scripture about the similarity of hearts that can make people forget some things.
As for Du Wenqiang, after thinking about it, Shu Guan decided to let him keep today's memory.
In this world, there are still many ordinary people who know the existence of practitioners like them.
For example, Xu Pingxi, or Zhang Hushan, who died just now.
Shu Guan felt that he might as well let Du Wenqiang become such a person. In fact, Du Wenqiang had already been involved in many things with the spiritual world, and because of his own existence, he would inevitably be involved in many things related to practitioners in the future.
It was unnecessary to cleanse his memory over and over again. The more times his memory was cleaned, I'm afraid it would damage his soul.
In addition, retaining Du Wenqiang's memory can also make him more obedient to him in the future. When asking him to do something, there is no need to make excuses and reasons, just tell him to do it.
Shu Guan led Du Wenqiang out of the hall.
Xiaojian originally wanted to follow him, but Shuguan smiled apologetically at him and asked him to stay in the hall.
Although he is prepared to let Du Wenqiang know some things about the cultivation world, it does not mean that these secrets can be known to everyone.
Shu Guan and Du Wenqiang came outside the living room. Outside the living room was a garden. Shu Guan and Du Wenqiang stood in the garden.
In the living room, Duzhu had already clasped his palms together, lowered his head and recited a sutra softly, and then the mortals in the hall fell down one by one.
"them……"
Seeing that even Xiaojian fell down, Du Wenqiang nervously seemed to want to ask something.
"It doesn't matter, they will just sleep for a while and forget about what they saw tonight."
Shu Guan said calmly.
Du Wenqiang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood why Mr. Shu Xingyun wanted to take him alone outside the living room.
He looked at the young monk standing in the living room. It was only at this moment that his sanity and thinking ability finally slowly and completely recovered, and he became the shrewd and sharp-thinking leader of the Youth Gang again.
And after tonight, after Zhang Hushan dies, Du Wenqiang will undoubtedly become the most powerful boss of the Qinggang and the real underground emperor of Shanghai.
That piece of Feng Shui treasure land that his mother endured humiliation to win for him back then, and the luck that brought him, may really start to explode from tonight.
"That master, is he a god?"
Then Du Wenqiang murmured this question.
"If to you ordinary people, he is."
"Actually, in this world, such fairy-like figures have always existed, and there are quite a few of them. It's just that most ordinary people have never known that they exist."
Shu Guan said with a smile.
Du Wenqiang turned to look at him, his eyes thoughtful, and then asked cautiously:
"So Mr. Shu, are you also such a fairy?"
Shu Guan kept smiling but did not speak.
Du Wenqiang understood immediately.
He thought about the young monk who was like a god today. He was respectful in front of Mr. Shu and did whatever Mr. Shu asked him to do. How could Mr. Shu not be a god? Moreover, he was probably even more powerful than that young monk like you. of gods!
No wonder Mr. Shu's predictions are so accurate. He is a god, so these are just small tricks.
Du Wenqiang looked at Shu Guan with more awe.
"I brought that monk here today because I have a favor to ask you."
Then Shu Guan said this.
"Mr. Shu, just ask."
Du Wenqiang immediately said respectfully.
His attitude towards Shu Guan was completely different from before.
Before tonight, Du Wenqiang was also very polite to Shu Guan, but that kind of politeness and enthusiasm, but that kind of politeness, put himself in the same position as Shu Guan, even slightly higher than him, it was a kind of win-win and friendship. manner.
But now his demeanor and tone put his position very low.
Then Shuguan talked about Xinxiang Temple's rescue of refugees and asked Du Wenqiang to help Xinxiang Temple continue this matter.
Of course, Shu Guan did not tell Du Wenqiang the real reason for doing this.
Du Wenqiang naturally agreed immediately, and said that in addition to food, he would also arrange for medicine, clothing, quilts and other supplies to be sent to the refugees.
Then, Shu Guan asked Du Wenqiang for another favor.
That is, he asked Du Wenqiang to send people to investigate all the houses with house numbers starting with seven on Xiafei Road.
Pang Daokun is dead and his memory can no longer be seen.
But for the GLH company, Shu Guan was not prepared to give up the pursuit. Without other clues, he could only adopt some stupid methods.
As for whether anything can be found out, we can only wait for the results from Du Wenqiang.
"Did you know there is a Western Continental company called GLH Company?"
Finally, Shu Guan asked Du Wenqiang this question.
Du Wenqiang frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"Du has never heard of such a company."
Shu thought for a moment, then asked again:
"So, there is a company called Fuhua Ocean Trading. Mr. Du, have you heard of it?"
As soon as Shu Guan finished speaking, Du Wenqiang showed an extremely weird look on his face.
"What, do you know this company?"
Seeing Du Wenqiang's expression, Shu Guan immediately raised his eyebrows.
"I've heard that Zhang Hushan seems to have shares in this company!"
"What!"
"Half a year ago, Zhang Hushan came to me and said that there were several people from the Rising Sun Country who wanted to talk to us about the Qing Gang cooperating in business. In fact, they wanted to use the power of our Qing Gang on the dock to allow some of their goods to be protected from the Dahua government. After inspection, it can be shipped directly out of customs.”
"I met those people from the Rising Sun Country, and I found that those people from the Rising Sun Country were not ordinary businessmen at all. Mr. Du still has a good eye for judging people. Those people from the Rising Sun Country were either soldiers or intelligence officers, and I asked They refused to say what kind of goods they wanted to transport, so naturally Du would not agree to cooperate with them."
"Moreover, Mr. Du also ordered all the brothers on the dock to pay careful attention to the things shipped out by these Rising Sun people. Mr. Du is afraid that they will sneak away some good things from Dahua."
"Nine out of ten docks in Shencheng are controlled by Du. If they want to transport things from these docks, they can't hide it from Du's eyes."
"But later I heard that Zhang Hushan seemed to have been doing business with those Rising Sun people. He also invested in a Fuhua Ocean Trading Company. That company was specialized in smuggling business. It was through this company that Zhang Hushan smuggled goods to those Rising Sun people. "
"It's just that Zhang Hushan and I are brothers in the same school after all. I can't interfere with what he wants to do, and he always avoids my dock, so I never know what kind of goods Fuhua Ocean Trading Company has been smuggling. "
After listening to Du Wenqiang's story, Shu Guan frowned suddenly.
... Zhang Hushan is actually related to that Fuhua Ocean Trading Company?
...Then his sudden death was actually related to the mysterious GLH company?
"Master Du, please let someone go to the Fuhua Ocean Trading Company to take a look. It's best to go tonight and find an excuse to control the people in that company. Especially the documents and information in the company must not be allowed to be used. Those documents were destroyed.”
Then, Shu Guan said in a deep voice.
As for himself, he wanted to find out the cause of Zhang Hushan's death first.
The timing of Zhang Hushan’s death was so coincidental!
Just like Pang Daokun, they all died in front of themselves just when they were about to ask something.
…
"The old monk couldn't figure out the cause of his death."
In the Main Hall of Xinxiang Temple, the Buddha statue lowered its head and looked at the rickety man on the ground. The lips of the clay sculpture moved and made a low and hoarse sound.
Shu Guan was a little disappointed.
"But there are only two possibilities that can make a mortal die like this, one is the power of magic, and the other is the power of elixir."
"The old monk can only tell that this person's death has nothing to do with magic, so maybe he was poisoned by some kind of elixir. But the old monk doesn't know the way of the elixir and cauldron, so he really can't tell."
Then the Buddha statue said this again.
The poison of the elixir...
The way of alchemy...
Shu Guan frowned and pondered for a while, and then suddenly he thought of a person, and his heart suddenly moved.
Then he unfolded the cloth strip in his hand, wrapped the body of Zhang Hushan again, turned around and walked towards the outside of Xinxiang Temple.
The voice of the Buddha statue came from behind.
"Thank you very much, Kuzhu, Mr. Shu for your help here."
Shu Guan turned around and smiled and said:
"You have to repay this favor."
…
Soon after, Shu Guan appeared at the door of a pharmacy.
Shu Guan looked up at the plaque above the medicine door, which read the three elegant characters "Run Ling Tang".
Then Shu Guan looked at the house number again: No. 66, Baoshan Street.
Then he lowered his head and compared it with the business card in his hand. Yes, it was here.
The business card in Shu Guan's hand was obtained when he attended a secret cult meeting a few days ago.
At the party that night, there was a practitioner named Wang Maorong who would give out a business card to everyone he met, claiming to have opened a drugstore specifically for practitioners on Baoshan Street.
Shu Guan was honored and was given a business card by Wang Maorong that night.
Shu Guan thought that a practitioner who opened a pharmacy should always follow the path of alchemy, so he came here with Zhang Hushan's body.
It was around three o'clock in the morning. This Baoshan Street was not a bustling and bustling street. The whole street was dark and deserted. The same was true for this Runling Hall. The two glass doors were closed tightly, and there was no trace inside. light.
Of course, since it is a shop opened by practitioners, there should be no distinction between day and night.
Shu Guan put a prepared mask on his face, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Then a voice immediately sounded in the house.
"who is it?"
Let's put it this way, when this voice sounded, Shu Guan's fingers had not even left the glass door.
It was a voice like a drake's throat.
Shu Guan immediately recognized that this was the voice of Wang Maorong that day, because the voice was so recognizable.
"guest."
Then Shuguan used his spiritual power to slightly change his voice and answered with two words.
A light came on inside the house, and then the glass door was opened.
A skinny middle-aged man stood behind the door and looked Shu Guan up and down. It was the Wang Maorong he met that day.
Wang Maorong was not surprised at all by the mask on Shu Guan's face. It seemed that he should often encounter this situation.
Shu Guan waved the business card in his hand towards him.
Wang Maorong immediately showed a bright smile, nodded and bowed and said to Shu Guan:
"Fellow Taoist, please come in, please come in."
To be honest, Shu Guan has never seen such a low profile practitioner. Ordinary practitioners, even if their cultivation level is lower, will still have some arrogance in their bones, even when facing practitioners who are stronger than themselves. , after all, no matter how low the cultivation level is, the practitioner can be regarded as being beyond ordinary people.
But in this Wang Maorong, there is no trace of the momentum or temperament of a practitioner. He is only full of philistineness. Facing Shuguan's welcoming and enthusiastic smile, he is really like a small shop owner who comes to do business. There is no difference.
The problem is, this guy is a practitioner of fetal movement realm!
You must know that even among the most powerful cultivators in Dahua, such as the Seven Immortals Alliance, a strong man in the fetal movement realm is a sect leader who can sit in a city.
Shu Guan followed Wang Maorong and walked into the drugstore called Runlingtang.
I saw that the space inside was quite spacious. In addition to the counter, there were glass cabinets against the wall. The windows were filled with various large and small medicine bottles and jars. There was also a staircase leading to the second floor.
Shu Guan glanced at the display window and saw that the medicine bottles and jars were all labeled with names and prices, such as "Xingjun Powder", "Rehmannia Pills", "Sanbian Pills", "Ginseng Rong Paste" " and so on, the price ranges from five or six cents to more than ten silver dollars.
Seeing the confusion in Shu Guan's eyes, Wang Maorong quickly explained with a smile:
"The shop also does business for ordinary people on weekdays. As for our practitioners' own elixirs, they are all placed on the second floor."
"I wonder what kind of elixir this customer wants to buy, whether it's for healing, for cultivation, or... for improving abilities in a certain area... Guest, you know, we have them all here."
Wang Maorong chuckled and gave Shu Guan an ambiguous look.
Shu Guan actually didn't understand it at first, but when he saw Wang Maorong's look in his eyes, he seemed to understand a little more, but he couldn't help but feel a little strange... Do practitioners still need that kind of medicine?
I don’t need it at all!
Seeing that there seemed to be no interest in Shuguan's face, Wang Maorong rolled his eyes, as if he had guessed something, and then deliberately lowered his voice and said:
"Actually, the store also has some special elixirs. Well... if you have any enemies or dislike someone, there are some elixirs in the store that will definitely make your wishes come true."
Shu Guan's eyes suddenly flashed.
He understood what Wang Maorong meant and felt that he had come to the right place.
So Shu Guan raised his hand and unfolded the package in his hand against the ground, revealing the shriveled man inside.
Wang Maorong took a closer look at it first, and when he saw clearly what it was, he screamed and took a few steps back in fright.
It is indeed rare for a timid practitioner like him to be a strong person in the Fetal Movement Realm.
"This guest, this shop doesn't have any elixir that can bring people back to life."
Wang Maorong said to Shu Guan with a slightly pale face.
"I don't want you to revive him, but I just want to ask how this person died and whether it was related to the elixir."
Shu Guan sighed.
Wang Maorong regained some composure at this time, hesitated and said:
"The shop only sells pills, this kind of thing..."
"As long as you can help me identify the cause of his death, the reward can be discussed."
Shu Guan said lightly.
Then he saw Wang Maorong immediately turned his head and shouted towards the stairs.
"Run Ling, business is coming."
Shu Guan looked at him with some surprise.
Wang Maorong turned around, smiled at Shu Guan and said:
"This store is actually opened by my daughter. I usually just help her with business and greet the customers."
Shu Guan let out a long oh.
But there was no response from the other side of the stairs.
"Guest, please wait a moment. My daughter is a little, um, a little... lazy. Otherwise, as a father, I wouldn't have to go out to solicit customers for her every day..."
Wang Maorong rubbed his hands and said with a smile.
Shu Guan remained speechless, mainly because of Wang Maorong's words, which gave him the illusion that he was not in a drugstore.
After the two men were silent for three or four minutes with a man turned into a mummified corpse, footsteps finally sounded on the other side of the stairs.
A girl came down the stairs.
The girl was wearing a set of pink silk pajamas. There was a cute little bear pattern embroidered on the front of the pajamas. However, the little bear's eyes were disproportionately large. From a look at the whole little bear's head, there was only that. Two eyes.
Of course, it’s not the quality of the silk pajamas itself, or the design of the bear image. It’s just that a certain part under the pink pajamas is too full, so that the eyes of the bear pattern are stretched out of shape. .
So before he could see the girl's face clearly, Shu Guan's eyes fell on the little bear's eyes.
And after looking at it for five or six seconds, Shu Guan realized that he should look away.
It's really not because Shu Guan is rude, but because it's so big that it's hard for a normal man not to notice those little bear eyes first.
After retracting his gaze, Shu Guan was embarrassed to look at the girl again.
Until the footsteps came in front of him, a pair of jade feet wearing pink slippers, revealing delicate white ankles, stood in front of Zhang Hushan's body.
"Daughter, this guest wants to ask how this person died."
But Wang Maorong said this.
Then a girl's voice sounded as clear and sweet as the call of an oriole.
"He was poisoned."
(End of chapter)
