"Princess Le is dead?"
For the two people who had just left Jiangcheng, this news was shocking, incredibly shocking.
"Yes, I also heard about it from my friends in Jiangcheng. It seems that it was due to a relapse of the old disease. The condition took a turn for the worse that night, and no one was alive until dawn."
The person who spoke to him was a businessman. He was young but dark-skinned. He seemed to be traveling around all year round. He spoke well and could talk to anyone.
"When did this happen?"
Nan Er asked with his eyebrows raised. He had a pretty good impression of King Le and his wife, and the people in Jiangcheng always had a good reputation for them. But after leaving Jiangzhou, the words spread in the Jianghu became unpleasant. Most of the descriptions of King Le and his wife were evil people more terrifying than monsters.
"About half a month ago."
The merchant picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
"Half a month ago..."
Nan Er muttered, and he subconsciously looked at Xia Zhichan, who was sitting opposite him and was concentrating on eating and drinking. The latter seemed not to care about what he was talking about and was focused on drinking and eating.
"Isn't that the time when we just left Jiangcheng?"
Xia Zhichan ignored him and lowered her head to fight with a piece of sauced meat on her chopsticks. The meat was not well cooked. Although the sauce was rich in flavor, it was not simmered at a high enough heat, which made it a bit hard on the teeth.
"Oh, two young brothers are coming to Jiangcheng? I also heard that something surprising happened in Jiangcheng last month. It is said that..."
The merchant blinked a few times, as if he was rethinking his words. Several people traveling with him looked at each other, and they probably understood what he wanted to ask.
"It is said that countless people in Jiangcheng died overnight, and then came back to life miraculously after more than a month. Is this true?"
As soon as Xing Shang said this, almost all the people around him who were on their way to eat raised their heads and looked sideways. A few good-hearted people even moved their stools closer to Xing Shang.
"Brother, what's going on? Tell us..."
Xing Shang's words were shocking, but he did not rush to speak. Instead, he smiled and looked at Nan Er, who nodded helplessly.
"it is true."
"Oh - thank you very much, brother."
Xing Shang nodded, he raised his wine bowl and saluted Nan Er, and then drank it all in one gulp. He wiped the wine beads from his beard and looked around at the anxious and curious eyes of the people around him, taking his time. said:
"I also heard from a friend. It happened nearly three months ago, on the day of the famous River God Festival in Jiangcheng. It is said that for some reason, every house in Jiangcheng had funerals for dead people overnight."
Xing Shang vividly described what happened in Jiangcheng to everyone, and those around him also widened their eyes and pricked up their ears, for fear of missing a word.
"The white cloth in Jiangcheng was sold out in one day. The streets were filled with teams delivering coffins, and there was so much white paper money that the streets were covered..."
No one dared to blink, and no one dared to breathe, as if they were listening to Xing Shang talk about how those people died and how they lived.
But at this moment, the man sitting at a table in the back of the room sneered several times with disdain. He also deliberately patted the table beside him to attract everyone's attention.
"I think you're talking nonsense. There's no reason to bury people just after they've died. You couldn't have made it up because you heard about it, right?"
The man laughed loudly at Xing Shang. Some of the people around him frowned, but some felt that what the man said made sense and nodded unconsciously.
"Brother, how dare I lie to everyone with my nonsense? We are all businessmen traveling abroad, and what we pay attention to is integrity."
Xing Shang was not angry. Instead, he tried to persuade his friends and even stopped his friends from standing up.
"This is the custom of Jiang City. If someone dies during the River God Festival, according to the rules, he will be taken away by the River God. In order not to delay the gods, they can only be buried overnight..."
Xing Shang explained clearly, and most of the people around him nodded in agreement.
But seeing that the man still looked dissatisfied and disdainful, when he saw Xing Shang saying a lot of words to refute him, he felt angry in his heart.
He slapped the table hard with his hand and made a loud bang. Not only everyone was startled, but even the shopkeeper who was sitting in the back doing the accounting quickly walked out for fear of starting a fight.
"Whatever you say is what you say! I have never heard of people being buried on the same day after death. You are bullying everyone who has never been to Jiangcheng, and you are telling lies here."
The shopkeeper was a scholar, and he was just about to come over and offer some words of advice, but before he could reach the man, he was glared at by him fiercely, and then he didn't dare to step forward.
"Brother, are what you said about me true or false?"
Xing Shang didn't want to cause trouble, but the man's words were really unpleasant and his words made people feel uncomfortable, so he frowned and asked.
Nan Er was also in a bad mood. He glanced at the unreasonable man and then said slowly:
"it is true."
"Bullshit! You mean it when you tell the truth. I think you and this liar are basically the same group..."
This man's words are really unreasonable. Everyone sitting here to eat knows that Xing Shang and his party don't know Nan Er. They just chatted for a few words during the meal.
Nan Er didn't say anything, but put his hand on the long black sheath sword that he always kept with him.
"Hey? What's wrong? Are you planning to use the knife..."
The man slapped the table and stood up. He took out a bone-cutting steel knife from his arms, made several gestures at Nan Er, and shouted loudly:
"Boy, if you don't ask me who your grandfather is, you just don't have a good sense today..."
The shopkeeper quickly came up to persuade me, this is a place for eating, not a place for fighting. If you use knives and guns here, what will happen if the guests are scared away? Who will pay for the meal?
"Get out! Grandpa is in a bad mood today. I have to kill one or two of him."
The man swung his knife at the shopkeeper, scaring the thin shopkeeper so much that he hid several steps back. In his haste, he spilled the food and drinks on the table.
Many people who were eating took the opportunity to sneak away quietly. There was going to be a fight here. Who would stay to eat? Besides, if they took the opportunity to run away at this time, they wouldn't have to pay. Who wouldn't be happy to have sex for free?
The shopkeeper couldn't stop him, so he could only persuade the man in front of him to put down the knife first, so that he could talk about everything.
"Man, this is originally a grudge between you and me. If you have the ability, don't make me angry and compare with my brothers..."
Xing Shang was very loyal. He didn't leave. Not only did he not leave, he also called in all the guys who were with him. They were all strong young men in their twenties. Although they didn't know martial arts, they stood up with momentum when they stood behind them.
The man clutched the knife, looked at the large number of merchants, and then at Nan Er, who only had two people. He thought about it in his mind and felt that it would be easier to deal with two people.
"Fart! It was this kid who attacked me first."
He ignored the businessmen and the others and instead walked towards Nan Er.
The shopkeeper didn't dare to step forward to dissuade him anymore. He looked at the room that was full just now and it was almost empty now. Only Xing Shang, Xia Zhichan and Nan Er were left.
I feel like crying in my heart. Let’s not talk about what to do with today’s meal money. If I really take action later and break the tables, chairs and benches, it’s just a trivial matter. If someone is killed, the trouble will be big.
"Boy, your grandfather and I..."
Nan Eryi raised his head, and a cold light shot out from his eyes.
It was like a newly polished blade that could blow hair and make immediate cuts. It was dazzling and made people feel bitingly cold, as if they had fallen into an ice hole.
The man shuddered suddenly and realized that he had encountered a tough situation today. The man in black who was still sitting across from him exuded an aura that was not comparable to that of ordinary gangsters. He was like a cannibal. Like a fierce tiger, it opened its bloody mouth at him.
Xing Shang and others did not see the murderous look in Nan Er's eyes just now, but suddenly found that the man's originally arrogant and domineering expression suddenly froze on his face, as if he had seen something terrible.
Nan Er still didn't speak, and his hand didn't leave the long black sheath sword.
On the contrary, Xia Zhichan, who had been lowering his head to cook, suddenly raised his head and glanced at Nan Er with some surprise. He had just felt a trace of evil aura from the other party. It was not murderous aura, but it was condensed on Nan Er before and then was not empty. The Zen master used Buddhism to eliminate the evil spirit.
It seems that even Buddhist masters like Zen Master Fu Kong have not been able to eliminate all the evil spirits in Nan Er's body. It can only be said that they have been almost eliminated and will not have any adverse effects on the latter's body.
It's like a pickle jar. No matter how clean you wash it, there will still be a little pickle smell left. Of course, although this metaphor is not very good, it should be appropriate.
If Nan Er knew that Xia Zhichan compared him to a used pickle jar in her heart, she didn't know what she would think.
There was no talking in the room, but there was a faint trembling sound.
The man was okay at first, but his body stiffened, and then he started to tremble. His mouth was trembling, and his upper and lower teeth kept colliding with each other; his face was trembling, and the flesh on his face could not stop shaking; his legs also began to tremble, and in the end they were shaking like chaff.
The reason why he was so stubborn in provoking businessmen today was not because he was born with a bad temper, but because he had no money and had no money to pay after eating other people's meals, so he planned to make a fool of himself and then take the opportunity to escape.
Originally, he planned to deal with Xing Shang from the beginning, but he was away from home and there were many friends and associates around him, so he had no choice but to turn his attention to trouble Nan Er.
"Spare...life..."
The man could still speak, but his voice was trembling and he couldn't hear clearly.
Nan Er stood up, and before he could say anything, the man who was already shaking into a ball was so frightened that his legs went weak, and then he sat down on the ground with a thud.
Then my pants got wet.
The shopkeeper looked at it helplessly and disgustedly, not knowing what to say.
The guys behind Hong Shang laughed when they saw that the man who was so tough just now was scared like a chicken.
"Forgive me, I have a three-year-old mother and an eighty-year-old child..."
The man was so frightened that he peed his pants and started talking nonsense. He said those words without even thinking.
"If you pay for today's meal, I will spare your life."
Nan Er stood up because Xia Zhichan had finished eating and they were planning to leave. They didn't mean to scare the man.
"No...no money."
It was because the man had no money to pay the bill that he resorted to such a stupid trick of shouting and making trouble in order to default on the bill.
"Then drag you to the Yamen and give you a severe beating."
When the merchant heard this, he signaled his two waiters to drag the man to the Yamen, and then helped the shopkeeper pay for all the meals.
Nan Er and Xia Zhichan also said goodbye and left.
"Don't live upstairs for the next month."
Xing Shang looked at Xia Zhichan, who had been eating and rarely spoke, and nodded in understanding. He has already seen that Nan Er is extraordinary. He can scare the opponent away without using his hands. How could this be possible for an ordinary person. And this man with Nan Er probably has some abilities.
Xia Zhichan and Nan Erda left on horseback, all the way away.
One day half a month later, Xing Shang brought his fellows to an inn. He originally planned to stay in the guest room upstairs. But for some reason, he suddenly remembered what Xia Zhichan said, so he stayed with his fellows. building.
A fire broke out upstairs in the middle of the night, burning a guest alive. The guest room where the merchant was supposed to stay was also burned to ashes.
This scared the businessman into a cold sweat.
But these things are just trivial matters to Xia Zhichan.
They drove for a long time, and finally arrived at an abandoned temple on the night of New Year's Eve.
