"The Dagger of Doom, ninety-nine owners in total."
Wen Yi read the introduction to the Dagger of Doom word for word.
"The first owner was a courtier of a certain dynasty. After he came to Beijing to take the exam, he was captured and became the noble son-in-law of a third-rank minister of the dynasty. After they got married, the minister's daughter found out that he had been engaged for a long time, so she became a concubine. On the same day, she committed suicide and splashed blood.
ruler."
"On the second day, Tanhualang committed suicide by committing suicide in full view of everyone, and blood splattered on the spot!"
"The second owner was a wealthy businessman who abandoned his wife and children..."
"..."
"The last owner of the dagger of misfortune was Taoist Jingyun, the first person in the path of love three hundred years ago. He committed suicide due to excessive love debt."
All the owners of the dagger of doom committed suicide, some were old and some were young, some were men and some were women.
Remember: if you hold it, delusions will arise and misfortune will come!
The dagger of doom on the table was three feet away, and Wen Yi could hear the miserable and desperate cries inside.
Next to the dagger is a sheepskin glove. As long as there are no delusions in the heart, this dagger is no different from an ordinary weapon.
"Why did Mr. Gu give me the Dagger of Doom? Does he think I'm too lucky?"
Wen Yi was wearing sheepskin gloves, which had dark and complicated lines on them. Those lines seemed to be outlined by blood, and she could feel the cold blood flow.
She took stock of what she could use.
There is a puppet talisman, three golden elixirs with different properties, a dagger of doom and two pieces of the Qianyuan Sword that fell into pieces.
"Shen Yu." Wen Yi looked at her own shadow and suddenly had a different feeling, "I'm going to make money."
The shadow didn't move, and the fragments in the storage bag didn't move either.
According to the information provided by the government, the prisoner on the list is named Zhu Xiangrong. With the good luck brought by the lucky ancient coins, he was promoted to the early stage of Jindan realm a year ago.
This person is lustful, likes to look for flowers and willows, and is very greedy.
Recently, he has been wandering around in a small flower house in Yunshui City. This person has a cunning, sinister and suspicious character. The monks from the government failed to pursue him several times.
Wen Yi once asked the government officials why they didn't ask the Yunshui Sword Sect and other sects for help.
The government's response was: "This person committed a crime in the human world and should be controlled and sentenced by humans."
In the memory of the original owner, there were indeed many places where monks and mortals lived together, and each place had its own rules.
Although the Yunshui Sword Sect is the largest sect in Yunshui City, it does not easily interfere in mortal affairs.
Unless the government asks for help, or you are doing charity, you need to inform the government first.
After all, it is the government, not the sect, that is closely related to people's lives.
Yunshui City naturally has officials from the Nascent Soul Realm in charge.
The great master had been in seclusion for five years, and the government was willing to spend money to cooperate with the monks in catching criminals.
The elixirs, spells, magic weapons, etc. that monks need are all inseparable from spiritual stones.
One is rich and the other is capable.
Spending money to buy a thug can also prevent the death and injury of people in the government, so why not do it.
"It seems that the officials in Yunshuicheng are on guard against the monks here." Wen Yi took out her mask and murmured, "You like women, don't you?"
In terms of beauty, Wen Yi is very confident that she is the most beautiful in Yunshui City!
...
Fengmingyuan is an inconspicuous existence among the dozens of Goulan brothels in Yunshui City. The courtesan is old and beautiful, and the girls are tired of serving customers and are slacking off in their work.
There is an ordinary smell here from the inside out, from top to bottom.
Fengmingyuan, which has been wilting for half a year, announced that a new oiran will appear tonight.
Zhu Xiangrong sat in the elegant room with his body tilted, his clothes open, revealing his chest stained with wine. The red mole on his left eyebrow emitted a cold light as he raised his eyebrows disdainfully, "What an oiran, nothing special."
The new oiran danced on the flower stage. Although there was a gauze barrier, how could a mortal gauze cover the eyes of a monk in the Golden Core Realm?
"Slender waist and hips, slim arms and long legs, well-proportioned bones." Zhu Xiangrong drank and drank by himself, "I don't have a good face, but I have a very elegant figure."
Naturally, he would not give up his first night to ordinary people.
"pretty!"
"This oiran is much prettier than the last one."
"I'm afraid even the fairies in the world of cultivating immortals can't compare to such a beauty."
"..."
Many guests under the stage praised the oiran's beauty, and among them a young and handsome man stood out.
"How can vulgar powder be compared with those fairies?" A sneer appeared on Zhu Xiangrong's feminine face. He invited the madam to buy the oiran's wife on her first night and was preparing to have the beauty all to herself.
Sudden.
The handsome man among the prostitutes caught Zhu Xiangrong's attention.
The handsome man wore a dagger emitting spiritual light on his waist.
"The treasure of the immortal family." Zhu Xiangrong's eyes narrowed dangerously. He released his spiritual power to investigate the man, and then chuckled, "It seems that he is another idiot who regards pearls as fish eyes."
The dagger looked quite extraordinary. Zhu Xiangrong stood up unsteadily, walked slowly and barefoot among the bustling clients, and openly took off the dagger from the man's waist.
Zhu Xiangrong did not cover up the whole behavior, but no one noticed it.
"This dagger is a little weird." Zhu Xiangrong held the dagger with a bad feeling in his heart.
He used his spiritual power to explore the dagger, but found nothing strange.
"Maybe I'm too worried."
Thinking of this, Zhu Xiangrong put the dagger into his storage bag. He fiddled with his long hair, picked up a bottle of wine from a passing waiter, and staggered upstairs.
"Waiter, I asked you to get wine, but what did you get? Where is the wine?"
There were shouts and curses coming from downstairs.
The waiter was confused. He clearly remembered taking it, but the tray was empty.
"Where is the madam?"
The police officers in official uniforms rushed in with a group of people. The leader was a Jindan Realm cultivator, and the rest were ordinary people.
The official held a portrait in his hand, which showed a crazy woman.
"Let all the girls in your courtyard come out." The leader said solemnly and coldly: "The government is working to find fugitives."
Seeing this scene, Zhu Xiangrong's eyes burst out with cold murderous intent.
The madam walked up and down beside Zhu Xiangrong several times but failed to find him, so she left a note asking him to enjoy the beauty again tomorrow.
Dozens of young and beautiful prostitutes and clients were squatting on both sides of the flower hall for questioning.
Zhu Xiangrong glanced at the bronze coins hanging around his neck, put on his clothes and left from the golden elixir realm master. He made a lot of noise, but no one noticed it, as if this person didn't exist at all.
Zhu Xiangrong was used to this kind of routine interrogation.
In Yunshui City, even if the Nascent Soul Realm master who is in charge of the government, the old leader of the Yunshui Sword Sect, and Liu Xinci of the Misty Illusion Mansion are present, it would be difficult to detect his presence if you are not paying attention.
Zhu Xiangrong felt very irritable when his plan was disrupted. He walked out of the brothel, yawned uncomfortably and walked home.
Halfway through, he suddenly stopped and said sternly: