The Haisha Sect has accumulated wealth due to trafficking in illicit salt. Even in Lin'an City, where land is scarce, it still occupies a huge territory as its headquarters.
Lin'an City was destroyed by war when the Southern Dynasties fell. Most of the current buildings were rebuilt later. They were less elegant and more rough and heroic. There was a bit of coldness and hardness everywhere, which is in line with the characteristics of these Jianghu gangs. style.
As soon as Song Xing and Chi Xing walked out of the gate of Haisha Sect, they saw a fat and muscular man walking over with a group of people on the opposite side.
Chi Xin's face, who was following Song Xing, changed slightly. Opposite him, Da Han and Song Xing were both one of the Four Liangs of the Haisha Sect, named Zhu Yougui, who had long been at odds with Song Xing.
Zhu Yougui was born in Wudu Ridge, Miao Territory. With the poisonous skills of Five Poison Hands, his status in the Haisha Gang was second only to the gang leader. He always looked down on Song Xing's clone and often found reasons to bring down his face in the name of competition.
Although the clone is not angry, it is not as skilled as the other person, so it can only endure it secretly.
After Zhu Yougui raised his head and saw Song Xing, he turned around and walked towards Song Xing as he was about to enter the gate of Haisha Clan.
Song Xing turned his head slightly and looked at Zhu Yougui, who was much taller than him, and felt a bit of hostility.
"Hall Master Song, it's a coincidence that you came here. I was about to go to the gang to find you." Zhu Yougui spoke with a loud voice, like a normal person's roar, which made Chi Xin's ears numb slightly.
"Get out of the way. I have to go out for something. If you have anything to say, wait until I get back." Song Xing glanced sideways at Zhu Yougui and turned around to walk past him.
Now all he can think about is understanding the weird things in this world. He always feels that the inability to move his true energy is somehow related to these weird things, so how can he be in the mood to pay attention to Zhu Yougui.
"That can't be done." Seeing Song Xing being so rude, Zhu Yougui's face darkened and he directly reached out to stop Song Xing. "Until this matter is made clear, you'd better not go anywhere."
Song Xing stopped, raised his head slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, which immediately made Zhu Yougui's heart skip a beat.
"What's going on? Where does the person named Song come from such a strong evil spirit?"
Zhu Yougui's heart contracted, and he almost gave in under Song Xing's eyes. Then he came back to his senses, thinking of the group of men behind him, and how he had almost lost face. He suddenly became a little angry and suppressed the awkward feeling in his heart.
"Last night at Fuyoufang, your subordinate Yu Chijing beat three of my deacons. What should I say about this?"
Song Xing was slightly startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that Zhu Yougui came to the door for such a thing. He turned his head to look at Chi Xin, only to see that Chi Xin also had a confused look on his face.
Yu Chijing is one of the two altar masters under Song Xing. He was born in the Taihang sect. He is addicted to alcohol and has a bad temper. He is known as the most capable of the eight altar masters with his Xiaofeng palm technique.
Song Xing stretched out his hand to push Zhu Yougui's arm away, and walked out without looking back, "I haven't beaten any of the three of them, so I have the nerve to ask you to come forward? If it were my people, they would have been thrown into the West Lake by them long ago."
Zhu Yougui was furious, "Stop, Song, if you don't give me an explanation today and go to the law enforcement hall, I will teach you a lesson."
Seeing that Song Xing ignored him and just kept his head buried in front of him, Zhu Yougui could no longer suppress his anger, jumped up three feet, and slapped Song Xing in the back.
Feeling the strong wind coming from behind, Song Xing frowned, and the Hunyuan Gong in his body started to work spontaneously. Without turning his body, he punched backhand with his right arm, which met Zhu Yougui's palm.
Seeing Song Xing being so generous, Zhu Yougui's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he was about to strike hard, but suddenly he felt a surging force coming from the middle of his palm. He couldn't help but scream strangely, and his fat body once again A parabola was drawn in the air and he fell heavily in front of the main gate of Haisha Sect.
Song Xing stopped and turned around slowly. The Hunyuan Gong in his body moved according to a new route. Every time he turned, the internal force in his body increased by several points, and the power was completely different from before.
Things turned out to be hasty. Song Xing only used 30% of his strength in his backhand, but he was able to knock back Zhu Yougui, who was evenly matched with his clone before.
Obviously, the power of the new version of Hunyuan Gong was beyond Zhu Yougui's expectation. He struggled to sit up on the ground and looked at Song Xing with a bit of horror in his eyes!
Song Xing was a little dissatisfied with the power of this punch. After all, it was the lowest level of the Kongtong sect's mental method, and the room for improvement was limited. Although he did not use physical power, the punch just now did not directly kill Zhu Yougui. He was a little disappointed.
Looking at Zhu Yougui who was being helped up by his subordinates, Song Xing said slowly: "When you are in the martial arts world, you must understand that when you are not as good as others, you have to stand upright when you are beaten. Don't try to gain ground with the strong, otherwise You will die an even more ugly death."
After that, he turned around and disappeared around the corner with Chi Xin, leaving Zhu Yougui, who was messy in the wind, doubting his life.
Chi Xin was indeed an old man who had been living in Lin'an City for decades and was very familiar with all walks of life. He took Song Xing around outside the government office and found out the address of Wu Zuo, and then took Song Xing to Wenzhou. Liquor Alley.
Since the time of Yao and Shun, wuzhuo were held by untouchables with low status. They were mostly responsible for burying corpses, coffins and butchering. Therefore, most wuzhuo could not start a family, and most of them lived alone for the rest of their lives.
This time, Cao Wuzuo, who was in charge of examining the bodies of thirty-seven people from the Longmen Escort Bureau, was exactly such an old widower. He lived alone and would be summoned by the government officials when there was a murder case.
Song Xing and Chi Xin knocked on Cao Wuzuo's door for a long time, but there was no response. They had no choice but to climb over the wall and get in. Only then did they see Cao Wuzuo, who had locked himself in the house, wrapped in blankets, and was terrified.
Cao Wuzuo's face is shriveled and wrinkled, his skin is dark khaki, his gray-white beard is sparsely distributed on his chin, his lips are chapped, and his two dull old eyes are half-open and half-closed. He looks like a dying old man.
When he learned that Song Xing and Chi Xin were from the Haisha Sect, the panic in Cao Wuzuo's eyes dissipated a little.
Song Xing noticed that Cao Wuzuo's house was hung with red threads and all kinds of talismans, some from Taoism, some from Buddhism, and even other miscellaneous things to ward off evil spirits.
The edge of the bed was covered with talismans, surrounding him.
"I have difficulty moving, please forgive me, Uncle Song." After receiving a large ingot of silver from Chi Xin, Cao Zuo's mood calmed down a little.
Song Xing looked at Cao Wuzuo's fearful face and asked abruptly: "My father-in-law has posted all the exorcism talismans in this house and doesn't answer when someone knocks on the door. It seems that he is afraid of some evil spirit?"
Cao Wuzuo closed his eyes in fear and quickly opened them again. He took a few deep breaths, but shook his head and gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Song Xing struck while the iron was hot and asked again: "Are you afraid of the murderer of the Longmen Escort Bureau's murder case?"
As soon as Song Xing said this, Cao Wuzuo immediately shouted: "Don't say it, don't say it, it's a trick that kills people. If you say it, it will attract the trick! We will all die, we will all die!"
Seeing that Cao Wuzuo was obviously confused, Song Xing's voice suddenly became softer, as if there was some kind of magic power to soothe Cao Wuzuo's emotions.
"Don't be afraid, the monster has gone. Don't you think all of us are fine? Tell me, how did the people from the Longmen Escort Bureau die? Why do you say it was the monster who killed them?"
Cao Wuzuo looked behind Song Xing with a horrified look on his face. He suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his throat. The silver ingot in his hand also fell to the edge of the bed. He uttered a sentence with difficulty: "Sand, sand, those people have all turned into sand." !”
"Sand?"
Song Xing and Chi Xin frowned slightly at the same time, somewhat confused as to what Cao Wuzuo meant.
Then under Chi Xin's horrified eyes, Cao Wuzuo made a gurgling noise in his throat, and suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands. Then, thin yellow sand flowed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and fell on the ground. On the quilt in front of him.
It was as if the internal organs in his body were filled with countless yellow sand, and they flowed out little by little as Cao Wuzuo breathed! (End of chapter)
