Lu Yang ran all the way and arrived at the mansion of shopkeeper Lu Desheng. He entered the door and shouted loudly: "Master, something big has happened!"
Lu Desheng is checking the accounts. His business is very big. He owns a whole street, a wine shop, a tea shop, two gambling houses and a flower shop.
The flower shop is not a place for selling flowers. It is a unique romantic place of Qiancheng Kingdom. In terms of style, it is a little higher than the fourth-class "lou" of Daxuan, but slightly inferior to the third-class pavilion.
Lu Desheng's business had the same rules. Firstly, animals were not allowed to enter, and secondly, thousands of people were not allowed to enter. Only foreigners were allowed to trade.
Seeing Lu Yang running in in a hurry, Lu Desheng was very displeased: "How are you so flustered? What happened, just tell me!"
Lu Yang swallowed, gasped and said, "Some troublemakers came to the wine shop."
Lu Desheng was very impatient: "Is it your first day to visit the store? What are you afraid of making trouble? Just beat them out!"
"You can't beat these people, they are Xuan people!"
"Xuan people?" Lu Desheng was startled, "Xuan people are also foreigners, and foreign affairs are no small matter. You just have to greet them well."
"They were unreasonable and beat up our guests."
"Which guest did you hit?"
"Several guests from Tunu were beaten, and they were really cruel."
Lu Desheng put down the account book and looked at Lu Yang with furrowed eyebrows: "Xuan Ren will not beat anyone casually. Have you offended him?"
"Shopkeeper, that man is so vicious, how dare we offend him? You still don't know what the Xuan people are like. Not to mention beating, they would kill Tunu like a chicken."
Lu Desheng stood up and said, "I will handle this matter."
Just as he was about to go out with Lu Yang, he suddenly felt that something was fishy.
After hesitating for a moment, he said to Lu Yang: "You go to the wine shop first and watch. I will go there in a moment."
"Shopkeeper, I can't stand it anymore..."
Lu Desheng glared at Lu Yang, and his cold eyes swept over him, so frightened that Lu Yang hurried back to the wine shop.
Why did Xuan Ren come back to Heilu City?
Why did you go to my wine shop to cause trouble after you came here?
Could it be that you came here because of him?
Lu Desheng sat in silence for a moment, then got up and went to the backyard.
There was a rockery in the backyard. Lu Desheng entered the cave and walked underground along the stone steps.
The stone steps were quite steep, and Lu Desheng had short legs, so it was quite difficult to walk.
After walking up dozens of stone steps, a stone door appeared in front of them, and a man was sitting in front of it taking a nap.
This man's name is Wu Zhengquan, a sixth-grade cultivator of the Way of Killing.
Lu Desheng stepped forward to wake him up and shouted sharply: "How long have you been sleeping?"
Wu Zhengquan rubbed his eyes and said with a playful smile: "Master, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I just closed my eyes."
"Who has been here today?"
"Lao Qin and Lao He are here, keeping watch inside."
Besides the two of them?
"Old Han has been here and brought food."
Lao Han is Lu Desheng's personal servant and usually takes care of the food here.
Logically speaking, Lu Desheng could trust Lao Han, but he felt uneasy and insisted on seeing it in person.
Wu Zhengquan quickly took the key, inserted it into the keyhole on the wall, turned right three and a half times, and the stone door opened.
He lit a torch, handed it to Lu Desheng, and said, "Master, please come in."
After entering the stone gate and arriving outside the cell door, he saw that the man was still in the cell and there was nothing unusual. Lu Desheng felt relieved, returned to the door, and asked Wu Zhengquan to close the stone cell again.
"No one can open this stone door today without my instructions." Lu Desheng warned, turned around and left.
After walking for less than half a cup of tea, Lu Desheng came back again: "I'm still worried. Please open the stone door and I'll go in and take a look."
I just watched it, want to watch it again?
What happened to Master today?
Wu Zhengquan didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole on the wall again, turned to the right three and a half times, and the stone door opened.
Wu Zhengquan lit another torch for Lu Desheng, leaned over and saluted: "Master, inside..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhengquan was suddenly stunned.
By the light of the torch, Wu Zhengquan saw the shadow on the stone wall.
This shadow is wrong!
Lu Desheng is not very tall, only 6 feet 7. This figure is obviously much taller than usual!
Is it because of the position of the torch that the shadow looks taller?
Still wrong, Rude has the famous short legs, but this shadow has long legs.
Wu Zhengquan looked up at "Lu Desheng" and saw something strange.
This is not the master!
An idea flashed through Wu Zhengquan's mind.
Let him in, then lock the stone door and trap him inside.
no.
If they let him in, if Lao Qin and Lao He can't defeat him, the people in the cell will be in danger.
Never let him in!
Wu Zhengquan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly reached for the key inserted in the wall.
The key was made of pig iron. Wu Zhengquan was a sixth-level killer. As long as he used some strength, he could lock the stone door and break the key.
Xu Zhiqiong, pretending to be Lu Desheng, suddenly raised his Yuanyang blade and cut off Wu Zhengquan's right hand.
Wu Zhengquan opened his mouth to shout, but Xu Zhiqiong raised his hand again and cut his throat.
Blood spurted out, Wu Zhengquan covered his neck, and fought Xu Zhiqiong desperately.
Xu Zhiqiong respected him as a man, so he gave him a quick stab and gave him a happy life.
After Wu Zhengquan died, Xu Zhiqiong felt that he was being advantaged again. This guy was not a good person. The karma on his head was more than six inches long. It seemed that he had committed many evil deeds before.
A sixth-grade killer cultivator is still an expert with blood on his hands. Normally, this person is difficult to deal with. Although Xu Zhiqiong has a fourth-grade cultivation, he wants to kill a sixth-grade killer with one move.
It's really not that easy.
If he was killed after three or five moves, Wu Zhengquan would definitely call for help. If he called for help, things would be in trouble.
After all, we have to thank Lu Desheng. Xu Zhiqiong not only used his disguise technique to borrow his appearance, but he also took Xu Zhiqiong on a trip just now.
With his magical eye, Xu Zhiqiong could only see the location of the dungeon.
The specific entrance and various organs are not visible.
Now that Xu Zhiqiong was familiar with the process, he dragged Wu Zhengquan's body behind the stone gate and used the art of invisibility to follow the winding path to the vicinity of the cell.
The real test was at the door of the cell. Lao Qin and Lao He had murderous intent that could not be concealed. Both of them were at the fifth level.
Two fifth-grade cultivators working as domestic servants for a businessman? Just think about it and you'll know it's impossible.
These two people should have been sent by fake recorder Wang Yuan Chengfeng.
The most difficult part in dealing with Sha Dao is not the opponent's attack power. Xu Zhiqiong has become invisible and has the absolute upper hand. In terms of attack power alone, he is far superior to the opponent.
What is really difficult to deal with is the powerful defense of Killing Dao.
Even if a fifth-grade killer cultivator is disemboweled, he or she will not necessarily die.
Moreover, Xu Zhiqiong's sense of killing is not weak, so he must be careful in his actions.
Fortunately, just after Lu Desheng left, Lao Qin and Lao He relaxed their nerves, and they took out the dice and started gambling.
The rules are very simple, it's just a competition, the stakes are not big, just three or five copper coins, just to kill time.
But when there are too many games to bet on, the desire to win or lose will come out.
Lao Qin opened the dice cup, two fours and one six.
I thought this was a sure win, but I didn't expect that Lao He also opened the dice cup, and it happened to be three to five, beating Lao Qin by one point.
Lao Qin looked at Lao He and felt that when Lao He put down the dice cup, his wrist seemed to tremble.
"I said, Lao He, with just this little money, you won't be cheating."
"What are you talking about?" Lao He was unhappy, "Did you see that I was cheating?"
"I've fallen in love with your set of dice, how about we exchange them!" Lao Qin went to get Lao He's dice cup.
Lao He snatched the dice cup with his hand and said, "Why can't you afford it? If you want to pay the difference, I'll give it to you."
Lao Qin sneered: "Don't mention this money, even if I exported one hundred and eighty taels of silver, I didn't even blink an eye. I just can't stand others lying to me."
After saying that, Lao Qin stepped forward to grab the dice cup again. Lao He became anxious and put away the dice cup and said: "If you don't want to play, just get out and don't touch my dice!"
The two of them argued more and more anxiously, and gradually started to tear each other apart.
It wasn't really a fight, they just pushed each other a few times. Lao He pushed Lao Qin and staggered. Lao Qin cursed, stretched his hand in the air, and suddenly stopped moving.
Lao He was stunned; "What are you trying to do? If you want to reason, let's talk it out. If you want to fight, let's fight it. Don't act like magic! Do you still want to blackmail me?"
Lao Qin remained silent, and some ink flowed from his forehead.
Lao He realized something was wrong, Lao Qin seemed to have lost his breath.
The ink was flowing down from the top of his head, and he didn't know whether it was poison or a mechanism. When Lao He looked up, he saw a short knife falling from the sky and piercing his eyebrows.
Relying on his killing instinct, Lao He stepped back and dodged the short knife. As soon as his heel touched the ground, he seemed to have stepped on something.
His thoughts stopped at this moment.
It seemed like he had really stepped on something.