Eight girls in red carried a red sedan, with their toes on the ground, flying in the air, followed by hundreds of maids in red...
Such a large group of people leaping across the street in the middle of the night was as terrifying as ghosts!
But Fenghua could tell at a glance—they were not ghosts!
"This qinggong is not bad!" Han Qingjue curled up his lips, "It's like a ghost. No wonder the residents here are so scared at night that they close the doors and windows before it gets dark, and they don't even dare to inns.
It’s business.”
He can probably guess now why the shopkeeper didn't dare to reveal too much to them just now. He must be afraid of attracting evil spirits! People in ancient times were very superstitious.
Fenghua and Guo Jing stared at the red figure outside the window, their brows furrowed tightly, not knowing what they were thinking.
"Hey, why don't you two talk?" Han Qing glanced at them with dissatisfaction.
The sound of horns outside the window gradually left, and the street became quiet again. The cold wind blew, making it especially chilly.
Fenghua withdrew her gaze, glanced at him lightly, and said nothing.
Guo Jing's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly, and a shadow fell over his honest face, as if he had thought of something.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Han Qingjue patted him on the shoulder and raised his eyebrows, "Your expression tells me that you know something. Please tell me."
Guo Jing raised his eyes and stared at him: "It's the Red Lotus Sect!"
"What is the Red Chain Cult?" Han Qingjue frowned.
"Those people just now are members of the Red Lotus Sect! The person sitting in the red sedan chair is Dongfang Sheng!"
"Dongfang Sheng? Are you the leader?" Han Qingjue touched his chin.
"Yes, haven't you heard of Dongfang Sheng, the leader of the Red Lotus Sect?"
Han Qingjue shrugged, "I have never heard of such a small person."
"A little person?" Guo Jing glanced at him sideways, "The Red Lotus Sect was founded only five years ago, but it is very famous in the world and is known as the number one cult in the world!"
"Hmm, that sounds good." Han Qingjue raised his lips and said, "You Beggar Gang seems to be the best gang in the world, and now there is another cult that is the best in the world? So which one of you two is the best in the world?"
"Bah, don't compare this evil sect with us!" Guo Jing glared angrily: "Does this evil sect deserve to be compared with us? Our Beggar Gang is the largest gang in the world, and it is an upright one. They are evil.
As the saying goes, there is no coexistence between good and evil! You actually compare our beggar gang with a cult, which is simply an insult!"
"Then you two compete, who will win?"
"What does pk mean?" Guo Jing frowned in confusion.
Han Qing gave him a blank look: "It means fighting!"
"Oh, of course our beggar gang wins! They don't have enough people for us! It's just..." He suddenly fell silent, as if he was troubled by something.
"Just what?" Guo Jing glanced at him, "Their movements have been very erratic, and this time, I finally caught them! Hum, I must meet her in person tomorrow!"
"Hey, you want to compete with her?" Han Qingjue raised the corner of her mouth, as if she were watching a show.
"PK you!" Guo Jing glared at him and said with certainty: "The shopkeeper's daughter must have been kidnapped by the Red Lotus Sect!"
"What are they arresting for? To be wives? They seem to be all women, not even half a man. Why are they arresting a woman?" Han Qingjue couldn't figure it out.