The name of the store, Kangshoutang, comes from the meaning of health and longevity. It is a newly opened store of Red Fish.
Right now, it's seven o'clock in the evening.
Jiang Yuezhong was lying lazily on the bamboo chair behind the counter, his face pale and weak.
He was seriously injured half a month ago, and he still hasn't recovered.
Fear, grief, anger, and despair are no longer enough to express the complex emotions the old magician has been feeling these days.
What he wanted to find out most was who the mysterious man was.
Su Xinglan?
At first, Jiang Yuezhong did think so.
Regarding Su Mingkang's affairs and the Su family's affairs, apart from Crazy Su, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would intervene out of thin air or be willing to interfere.
Even if that person wears a human skin mask, his cultivation cannot be fake.
In front of him, the old Taoist priest who claimed to be the seventh in the world had no power to fight back.
To put it nicely, he was forced to face the enemy. To put it simply, he could only be passively beaten.
Just beat him, and he even blackmailed him with 900,000 in cash.
Every time he thought of this, Jiang Tianshi's heart, as smooth as a mirror, would surge with uncontrollable anger.
Shame, the imprint imprinted on my bones in this life, it hurts when I touch it, and it collapses when I think about it.
The former Taoist elder was beaten and robbed. He did not dare to resist or call the police. He could only grit his teeth and endure it silently.
Damn it, the ancestral graveyard is going to explode.
Afterwards, he looked through the antique store surveillance video with blood-red eyes, intending to completely delete this "painful memory".
Well, there is no three hundred taels of silver here, so Quan is having a nightmare.
However, the more I watched, the more frightened I became, and the more I thought about it, the more outrageous it became.
That man's hands and height were very different from Su Laosan.
A human skin mask can change a person's appearance, but it cannot change the skin on the hands.
Okay, just pretend that he was prepared in advance and covered his hands with other things.
What about height?
Su Xinglan is 1.85 meters tall and has a well-proportioned build.
The mysterious man is 1.8 meters tall and has a slim build.
Furthermore, Mr. Su was fearless for three days and was extremely arrogant and arrogant. With his temperament and temperament, it seemed that there was no need to hide his head and show his tail.
But he did so uncharacteristically.
Jiang Yuezhong couldn't figure it out and couldn't figure out any clue.
The only thing he dared to assert was that that person was most likely not Su Xinglan.
If not him, who could it be?
Holding the incense burner in the main hall of Kunlun's main peak, could it be Ji Xuanqing who has at least the fifteenth level of martial arts?
Thinking of this, the old magician couldn't help but laugh at himself.
No, it can't be Ji Xuanqing's.
According to the agreement of the Six Meridians of China, the major sects are not qualified to intervene in the battle of luck.
On this point, there are those who keep the Tao, and he firmly believes that no one dares to violate it.
"Ayawn..."
After sneezing, Jiang Yuezhong sat up.
He made himself a pot of hot tea and asked Hongyu, who was arranging the shelves: "That person, what time is it?"
The beautiful woman who escaped from the Chen family and followed the old magician wholeheartedly turned around and said: "One o'clock in the morning."
Jiang Yuezhong held his hands on the counter and said slightly out of breath: "That's fine, it's better to be careful."
"The dark chess that Mr. Chen has worked so hard to cultivate for more than ten years will be given to me for free. He feels sorry for it, and I also cherish it very much."