Chapter 256 Master of the Demon Cult
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But before the young shopkeeper took a few sips of tea, he was attracted by the noise at the door. I saw dozens of burly men walking in from the door. Considering the weather like this, there weren't many people who had just come in from outside. And judging from their appearance, they must have been rushing all the way, looking very embarrassed.
The bald man who was leading the group had some injuries on his chest, probably from a big battle.
"Shopkeeper, do you have a private room?" Someone immediately approached the shopkeeper of Qianji Pavilion, but the person who received them was not the young man sitting in the side hall and resting, but another middle-aged man wearing Qianji Pavilion clothes. .
"Do you guys have reservations? Our private room in Qianji Pavilion..."
Before the middle-aged shopkeeper could finish speaking, the man who walked up threw a baggage, which was round and heavy. The man calmed down, changed his expression, and led these people into the side hall on the other side.
When the young shopkeeper holding the tea saw this, he was also a little curious. He put his ear to the wall next to him, wanting to hear what the other party said.
"Anda, your injury..."
"It doesn't matter! It's just a piercing wound from a crossbow arrow, nothing serious! It's just that we underestimated the Qi Family Trading Company."
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There was a moment of silence, and the young shopkeeper was even more curious. Qianji Pavilion and Qijia Trading Company were both relatively famous merchants in the Western Region. Although the friendship is average, they have done several transactions. Unlike Qijia Trading Company, which likes to protect people's hearts, Qianji Pavilion has always been dedicated to how to make money!
To be precise, how to make money better, faster and stronger!
When he heard that this group of people had a conflict with Qijia Trading Company, the "soul of gossip" in his heart was instantly ignited. However, those strong men just sighed and fell into silence. The young shopkeeper wanted to listen again, but he didn't hear any useful response.
Little did he know that when he was eavesdropping on the other party's speech, a tall man suddenly appeared behind him. His expression was sinister and his eyes were full of murderous intent. The person who came was none other than Dalamte. The bald man who was just injured was none other than the famous horse thief in the Western Regions, Bachi Man.
No matter whether you are doing business or doing business, you are naturally not very good at dealing with horse thieves. Just like examiners and candidates, lenders and borrowers, bankers and retail investors... Businessmen all have their own "rules of the game", and only by abiding by the rules can they make money harmoniously. The horse thieves are undoubtedly the ones who break the rules. They pursue violence and hedonism. Regardless of their fundamental interests or their way of life, merchants and horse thieves are natural enemies.
The young shopkeeper looked puzzled, but he didn't know the murderous intention behind him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do anything!" A calm voice suddenly sounded in Dalamt's ears.
This shocked the man who was about to take action, and because of his rapid breathing at that moment, the young shopkeeper finally noticed something. He turned his head quickly, but did not see Dalamt clearly. He punched him directly, knocking him down and knocking him unconscious.
The muscles in Dalamt's body were tense, and he was always paying attention to the movements around him. The person who could transmit messages to him silently had a level of strength far beyond that of an ordinary knight.
However, after waiting for a while, the divine soul message did not sound again. It seemed that as long as he didn't kill the young shopkeeper, he would be in no danger.
"Who is your Excellency? Please show up!" Daramt whispered, but there was no response to his cold words in the empty side hall.
Seeing this, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand slightly, and a faint red sand came out of his sleeve and went straight to the young shopkeeper who was lying on the ground.
boom!
The fine sand exploded like it hit a thick wall.
Sound transmission can appear out of thin air, because the power of the soul has extremely strong penetrating power. Even if there are spatial barriers, some martial arts masters can still penetrate the power of the soul. But the internal energy is different, and there are traces to follow.
The sudden appearance of power shattered the fine red sand controlled by Dalamt, and he instantly locked onto the target location. However, his face turned a little pale in the next moment.
Because this location is nowhere else, it is exactly where he was just now, that is, the side hall where Bachiman and everyone were.
He did not dare to stay at all. Although the relationship with his family's leader was tense, Dalamt did not want to betray his brother, so he quickly returned to the side hall.
I don't know when, a young man suddenly sat in the middle of the crowd, and beside him sat a smiling Bachiman. If someone who knew him saw him, they would think that he was very familiar with this young man!
"Senior, it's not that we don't do things well, it's mainly the Qijia Trading Company. They have the magic-breaking crossbow!" Bachiman stuttered with an embarrassed smile on his face.
The young man called "Senior" tilted his head and looked at Bachiman, then reached out and pinched the other person's shoulder. A trace of blood seeped out of the bandage that Bachiman was originally wrapped in.
The bald man's face twitched slightly, but he still kept his smile.
"Oh? You can even get the magic-breaking crossbow. It seems that the power behind them is extraordinary!" The young man said with a smile.
As he spoke, he looked towards the door again, where Dalamette was standing blankly.
"Yes, senior! This, this is my third boss, Dalamt! He is also my Anda!" The bald man explained when the other party noticed Dalamt standing stupidly at the door.
"Well, the ability to control sand is really good! It's a pity that it's nothing compared to the saints of the divine religion!" The young man said with his tongue.
When Dalamt heard this, he immediately understood the identity of this person. It was the master of the Demon Cult that they came to Qianji Pavilion to look for this time! The next moment, he cupped his hands knowingly and replied: "I have met the senior! The junior's technique was accidentally passed down by a great master, so naturally he does not dare to compete with the saint."
Hearing this, the mysterious young man grinned strangely and said: "Since you have practiced the magic of the Demon Cult, you must have your own ambitions in your heart! What happened to the Saint? If the Divine Cult was not protected by the Mother of the Earth, how could their Saint Do you have such strong control ability?"
Dalamt didn't know how to answer for a while, but fortunately, this mysterious demon sect master didn't give him a chance to explain, so he continued: "My demon sect also has its own holy son. Hum, it is definitely not as good as that one." Divine saint!"
It is said that although the divine sect and the demon sect belong to the same sect of the demon sect, there are many irreconcilable conflicts between the two sects, which can be seen today. However, these horse thieves did not come here for this matter, so everyone could only nod their heads for a while.
The young man was proud for a long time, and when he saw that no one in the room objected, he felt very happy.
