In fact, even if the man in the kimono with the fine eagle nose had not shouted "stop", the battle on the second floor of Runling Hall would have been almost over.
Li Lin, a man in black, was forced into a corner by two men in kimonos and armed with knives. Under him were several trampled flower pots. The fragments of the flower pots and trampled flowers and plants were scattered on the ground.
Li Lin is a practitioner who first met the seventh-level building, but his two opponents are not weaker than him in cultivation. One is the initial sixth-level building, and the other is the first to know the eighth-level building.
Li Lin was able to persist for nearly a minute under the attack of two opponents. His combat effectiveness can be said to be extremely good.
As the boss of his small team of four, Li Lin was originally the one who was best at fighting among the four. Otherwise, when he broke through after being ambushed last night, only he suffered some minor injuries, while the other three companions, Two were killed and one was slightly injured.
But this time, as soon as the opponent came up, two opponents of equal strength entangled him. He could only be forced to retreat, and he had several wounds on his body.
When the eagle-nosed man shouted "stop", a blade of light struck Li Lin's throat like lightning, then stopped on Li Lin's shoulder and held Li Lin's neck.
The fighting stopped.
The man in the hawk-nosed kimono looked at the corpses of his two team members lying on the ground with an angry expression.
But when he found out about the sheltered place of the Tantai family, as a trespassing party, he knew that these two men would only die in vain.
Especially in today's situation, the empire's cultivators are almost all concentrated in the three continents outside Dahua Pass. In the land of Shencheng, they do not have enough strength to suppress the powerful cultivators of Dahua.
"But these two are not from your place."
The eagle-nosed man pointed at the white paper man on the ground and Li Lin, who was forced into a corner with a knife on his neck, and said coldly.
Then he came to Paper Man with a samurai sword, pointed the blade at Paper Man's nose, and asked sternly:
"Where did you hide that man?"
Not long ago, they ambushed these Dahua cultivators, and just when they were about to capture the target person that the empire wanted to capture, this little old man with an unattractive appearance suddenly summoned a few paper cranes. The target person flew away with him.
Paperwhite stared at the cold tip of the knife in front of him, with a look of fear and despair on his face.
It can be seen that he is very scared now. He is originally a person who is very afraid of death. People like them who work hard are actually afraid of death.
But at this moment, Paper Old Man was biting his lips tightly while feeling fear.
A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the man in the hawk-nosed kimono.
"If you don't tell me, I will kill your companion first, then cut open your flesh and blood one by one, and break your bones one by one."
Paperwhite's body trembled even more, but he still didn't speak.
The eagle-nosed man in kimono stared into Paper Man's eyes and slowly raised his other hand. At the corner, another man in kimono raised his katana and pointed it at Li Lin's forehead.
Just as the man in the hawk-nosed kimono was about to swing his arm down, a cry of "Wait a minute" sounded from the side.
The person who raised his voice to stop the man in the hawk-nosed kimono was Wang Maorong. At this time, the samurai sword was still pierced on his chest, so this shout would inevitably affect the muscles in his chest.
Then a ray of blood flowed out from his chest.
"Brother, please don't worry, let me persuade them."
Wang Maorong endured the pain and showed a flattering smile to the man in the hawk-nosed kimono, then sighed to the white paper man on the ground and said:
"Brother, this is the first time I've met you, but I still want to advise you, why bother!"
"In this world, nothing is bigger than keeping yourself alive. You just accepted the business, there is no need to risk your life."
"Just like me, Lao Wang, although I love money as much as my life, if I had to choose between money and my life, I would definitely choose my life, Lao Wang."
"Otherwise, Lao Wang, I have some savings. How much money will you lose this time? Lao Wang will help you pay for it, so just hand over that person!"
Paper Old Man turned his head and glanced at him, with a miserable smile on his face and said:
"The old man is not a good person. He has done many bad things in his life, but there is one thing that the old man will never do and does not dare to do, and that is to become a Chinese traitor!"
"If you do this kind of thing, after the old man dies, he won't have the shame to go to the underworld to see his ancestors!"
Wang Maorong was suddenly startled.
What's the meaning?
Don’t you, the hard-working people, all do things for money? Why are you talking about being a traitor and not being a traitor?
At this time, Li Lin, who was forced into a corner with a knife on his neck, also smiled bitterly and said:
"Old Wang, the person who entrusted us with the business we took on this time said that the mortal professor we want to protect carries with him some of his own research results in the Western Continent. According to our client, That thing is related to our national destiny of Dahua, and it must not be lost, especially it must not be obtained by the people of the Rising Sun."
"The client had told us beforehand that this business would be very dangerous. If we didn't dare, we shouldn't take it. But after some discussion, we still accepted the business."
"Of course, the price he offered is very high, but the reason why we took this business this time is not for money. I can't explain the truth, but if we do the right thing with the Japanese dog, we will do it even if we don't charge money!"
"Come on, you Japanese dogs, come and kill me!"
Finally, the man in black laughed crazily and roared viciously at the man in kimono holding a knife in front of him.
Wang Maorong's expression became a little strange.
He really didn't expect that someone like Li Lin, who would do anything evil for money, would actually do something like this that he didn't know how to describe.
...really...really...
For a moment, Wang Maorong didn't know how to persuade these two desperate people. He looked at the samurai sword still pressed against his chest in silence. The iron rings between his arms suddenly made a few low sounds.
……*of……
Wang Maorong suddenly cursed in his heart.
"idiot!"
The man in the kimono with the eagle nose cursed with a livid face. He understood most of what Li Lin just said, especially the word "Japanese Dog", which completely angered him.
He raised his arm again, ready to order the killing of the Dahua practitioner.
Wang Maorong suddenly turned around and glanced at his daughter, as if he had something to say.
But before he could say anything, the man in the hawk-nosed kimono quickly dropped his arm.
However, the man in the hawk-nosed kimono did not swing it down by himself.
It was because a piece of green grass leaf suddenly appeared behind him, cutting the body of the man in the hawk-nosed kimono into two halves, and then his straight arm fell to the ground along with half of his body.
Qing Pingye turned around and slashed at the other man in fetal movement realm kimono who was holding a knife against Wang Maorong's chest.
At the same time, gunshots also rang out.
The two men in kimono in the corner instantly turned into a ball of fire, and the other turned into an ice sculpture.
The last kimono man howled in fear and madness, raised his knife and rushed towards the masked man who suddenly appeared at the door.
Shu Guan put one hand in his pocket and held up a white Browning pistol with the other hand. He pointed it at the last man in kimono and pulled the trigger.
After the bullet flew out of the gun's muzzle, it turned into a ray of white light. With an extremely sharp sword intent, it cut off the katana in the kimono man's hand and cut off half of the kimono man's head.
...This bullet should have been made by Third Senior Sister and Fourth Senior Brother together...
Shu Guan thought so and put the pistol back into his pocket.
His gaze moved around the room, looking curiously at the large vermilion stove in the center of the room, and then at the little old man lying next to the stove.
This seemed to be the second time that he had saved him, and both times he had been saved from the cultivators of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun.
This old man knew at a glance that it was not a good thing... However, based on the few words he just said, it was not a mistake last time.
After giving the little old man one last look, Shu Guan turned around and walked down the stairs, leaving Runling Hall directly.
In the room, Wang Maorong, Wang Runling, his daughter, and Li Lin looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to say for a moment.
As for Paper Old Man, his body started to tremble again.
...the man in the mask...those eyes...those eyes...he remembered those eyes!
More than two months ago, on the bank of the river, the owner of these eyes looked at him so indifferently after saving his life.
...I will never remember it wrong...
The white paper man grasped the stack of white paper in his hand tightly.
…
Shuguan took the bus home.
Although he was delayed for a while, he still caught the morning bus and enjoyed the morning scenery of Shanghai.
After returning to the Zouma Pavilion, the first thing Shu Guan did was to take out the bottle of alchemical medicine that poisoned Zhang Hushan, and then used the turtle money divination technique to divine a divination.
Although Wang Runling said that this bottle of alchemy medicine had poisoned Zhang Hushan, and Zhang Hushan was the most closely involved, even if he used hexagrams to divination, it was basically impossible to divination the original refining person.
But Shuguan still had to give it a try.
Throwing down the coins, he stared closely at the spinning coins.
Then he saw a scene.
In a luxurious hall, Zhang Hushan held a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
There were many people in that hall, and it seemed like a banquet was being held.
I saw Zhang Hushan put down his wine glass, laughed and said something.
"Old Yu, if we really need more help from you this time, I'll do it first out of respect!"
There were many people standing opposite him, so I didn't know who he was speaking to.
Then the screen disappeared.
Shu Guan frowned and thought for a moment, Tianji would not show scenes without reason. What he saw just now should be the moment when Zhang Hushan took the poison.
The poison should be in that glass of wine.
But who put the poison into Zhang Hushan's wine glass?
Looking at the scene at that time, there were so many people at the scene, and it was possible for everyone. It was not an ordinary difficulty to find out who put the poison, and it was impossible for me to have so much time and energy to check them one by one.
The bronze coins slowly stopped rotating, and just when Shu Guan was about to put away the few bronze coins on the table, he saw another scene.
It was a very blurry picture.
There was a dry and pale hand in the picture, holding a test tube and shaking it. The originally black liquid in the test tube turned into a light purple.
The image flashes away.
When this picture appeared, Shu Guan was startled for a moment, but then he came to his senses.
This should be the scene when this bottle of poison is refined!
It's just that the picture he saw was too vague and blurry, and he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly, nor could he clearly see the owner of the withered and pale palm. He could only roughly judge that it should be a man of considerable age. In addition, there On one hand, there was also a very strange silver ring.
Wang Runling speculated that even using divination techniques, it would be almost impossible to deduce the person who originally refined the bottle of poison, but he seemed to have divined it.
Because I can always bring out the original power of a Taoist skill, this Turtle Money Divination Technique is naturally no exception.
But why is the sky seen so blurry?
It's not like being covered up, because if it were covered up, you shouldn't be able to see anything.
This...perhaps is the limit of Guiqian Divination, a hexagram technique!
After all, the person most closely associated with this bottle of poison is already Zhang Hushan. The fact that I can deduce some pictures of the person who originally refined it must have maximized the potential of the turtle money divination technique.
If you want to divine a complete secret, I'm afraid you need another higher-level divination technique.
It's a pity that my own palm meridian can only cut off my own affairs.
Shu Guan reluctantly put away the bottle of poison and planned to take it to the Secret Order meeting in a few days to see if anyone could provide any other clues.
On this day, no customers came to the horse racing hall, and even Qian Jing'an didn't come to play with money.
Shu Guan sat in the Zouma Pavilion for a whole day, looking through the secret volumes of Zouma Gate. However, after five o'clock, he did not get up and close the door.
Because Shu Guan was going to do something after it got darker.
A pretty big deal.
The afterglow of the setting sun slowly recedes from the entrance of Duolun Lane.
A thin old man with gray hair, sinister eyes, and a thin figure walked into Duolun Alley under the last ray of sunset.
The moment we walked into Duolun Lane, the light suddenly dimmed.
A three-inch-tall paper man jumped out from the corner of the dark alley, twisted his thin body, waved his two paper hands, and kept pointing towards the horse racing venue not far away.
"I know, I know."
The little old man whispered something to the little paper man, bent down and spread his palm, and the little paper man jumped onto his palm and lay down, turning into an ordinary paper man.
The little old man put the little paper figurine into his chest, feeling a little uneasy.
I don't know if I will make my benefactor angry if I use the paper puppet technique to follow him.
But no matter what, I have to meet that benefactor.
The little old man walked toward the horse racing stable with his back hunched over and some timidity.
Two months ago, on the bank of the river, Lao Daobaozi was killed by his benefactor, and all those who had worked hard from Yuzhang City were dead except for himself.
So Bai Zhiweng did not return to Jiangzhou, but stayed in Shencheng.
He had actually wanted to come to Shencheng before, but he had never had the right opportunity.
Compared with Yuzhang City, whether from the perspective of the mortal world or from the perspective of the spiritual world, Shencheng is far superior by several orders of magnitude. In a place like this, there are naturally more opportunities and more money to be made. many.
Bai Zhiweng knew that there was a Dajiangtang in Shencheng, which was engaged in the business of life-savers like them. However, compared to the life-savers organized by Lao Daobaozi, the gap between them and Dajiangtang was just that. The gap between the Qi-entraining stage and the Nascent Soul stage is as big as that.
Bai Zhiweng wanted to join the Dajiang Hall. Unfortunately, he stayed in Shencheng for more than a month, but could not get in. He tried all kinds of methods to find out, but he could not find out how to join the Dajiang Hall.
In the process, Bai Zhiweng got acquainted with Li Lin and several others.
Li Lin and several of his original companions were also engaged in the business of selling their lives, but there was no organization. They only took on odd jobs at gatherings of some practitioners.
The white paper guy who still couldn't find a way to enter Dajiangtang just followed Li Lin and others to buy and sell a few tickets. It was a pleasant cooperation until the business last night almost cost him his life.
Bai Zhiweng never expected that the person who saved him in the end would be the young man whom he had followed from Jiangzhou to Shencheng.
After saving his life twice in two months, Bai Zhiweng felt that regardless of whether the benefactor wanted to see him or not, he should come over to express his gratitude.
When the white paper man walked into the gate of the Zouma Pavilion, Shu Guan, who had already noticed it, put down the secret scroll in his hand and raised his head.
Seeing the little old man entering the door, Shu Guan suddenly frowned, and at the same time he was extremely surprised in his heart.
After the white paper man entered the door, he looked up and saw the young man sitting inside, and he recognized him at a glance.
After all, he had followed this young man and the dragon for a long time.
So without saying a word, Paper Old Man knelt down to the young man and kowtowed three times.
"The old man thanked his benefactor for rescuing me twice!"
When he raised his head, the little old man shouted with gratitude.
Shu Guan did not explore whether the little old man who called himself White Paper Man really came to thank him for saving his life or had an ulterior motive. Instead, he asked a question first with an unusually serious expression.
"how did you find me?"
The paper man quickly took out the little paper man from his bag and threw it on the ground. The little paper man stood up from the ground and jumped around the paper man.
Looking at this scene, the surprise in Shu Guan's eyes grew stronger.
"The little old man has a skill of using paper figures and horses. Just now, the little old man asked the little paper figure to follow his benefactor from a distance to find him here."
"...The little old man acted presumptuously, I hope my benefactor won't take offense!"
Bai Zhiweng looked at Shu Guan and explained with an uneasy look on his face.
