You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 123 The Flower-faced Young Man
The fisherman stammered and told everyone in front of him everything he knew.

They are a well-known assassination organization in the underworld, called "Take the Head". They even have a doggerel when traveling around the world, which goes like this: "Send a letter at three o'clock in the morning, take the head at five o'clock, act as the Five Constant Virtues, and be the King of Hell on earth."

Although they boast a lot, they are actually quite capable. In the entire pavilion, there are a total of four innate masters and one who is a half-step land immortal. They are also well-known in the world.

If you ask them to make a move, the price will be quite high. A thousand taels of silver is the minimum, and the most priceless treasures are the norm!
This time their employer was even more extraordinary. He spent a huge sum of money to hire one of their innate masters to take action.

Originally, people of the fisherman's level were not qualified to know the identity of the employer. Employers who came to their pavilion often did not show up in person, and they had to go through very complicated procedures to ensure that their identities would not be exposed.

However, that day, the employer came to the Qushou Pavilion in person.

It’s the handsome man with flowery face!

He went to find the pavilion master in person, drank and had fun with him, and had a joyful night. Then they went out of the city together. They each chose a good sword, killed several night watchmen passing by, put their heads on the table, and invited them to drink.

It was not until daytime that the Flower-faced Young Man delivered seven large boxes of silver. The amount was large enough, so the Pavilion Master directly asked these men to carry out the task.

The purpose is to kill Zuo Chen and his group!

But at that time, the Flower-faced Young Man clearly said that he only had one and a half innate abilities. Now it seems that he was just lying!

After finally finishing his story, the fisherman curled himself into a corner, trembling.

"Old man?"

Caiyi glanced at Mr. Tang and saw that his face was as blue as pig liver. He stood there in a daze for a long time without moving.

After hearing Caiyi's voice, Mr. Tang came to his senses.

He glanced at Caiyi, suddenly reached out and grabbed her sleeve, intending to drag her out.

"Eh? Old man? Old man! What are you doing? Don't pull me!"

Caiyi shook off Mr. Tang's hands twice, but found that Mr. Tang held them very tightly this time, until his palms turned white.

When I looked up at Mr. Tang, I saw that his old face was pale.

He turned his head and looked at Caiyi, his lips trembling and moving up and down several times:
"Caiyi, you can't go to the gambling village. Anyone can go to the gambling village, but you can't."

"Why?"

Caiyi finally exerted her strength and shook off Mr. Tang's hand:
"Old man! You are not speaking clearly. How can I go with you?"

Old Tang stared at Caiyi's stubborn face, and finally stamped his feet twice and sighed deeply:
"That flower-faced young man is your senior brother!"

"what?"

“…Is that so?”

"Did you guess it?"

"You are not usually so pretentious."

As early as when she first entered Youzhou and met the trio, Caiyi had sensed the evil nature of the Flower-faced Young Man, and when she discovered that the other party was using some tricks, she had some thoughts in her mind.

When I saw Mr. Tang again and saw him hesitating, I had already guessed most of what was going on.

But she didn't understand. Mr. Tang was such a good man. He taught her to do good things every day and had a warm attitude. Although he was not a well-known good man, he could be said to be a common citizen with a peaceful attitude. Why did he raise such an evil thing?

As if possessed by a ghost, Caiyi subconsciously used the Qi-observing technique, which she was not yet proficient in, and looked at Master Tang.

She could see that Mr. Tang was full of foul air.

He has some good fortune as a kind and honest person, but he also has a strong red evil spirit that makes it almost impossible to open his eyes.

The tones blend together in a thick, heavy way.

His thirty-five years of experience are like rich-hued oil pens, leaving rich colors on the paper called life.

Mr. Tang took two quick steps and put his hands on Caiyi's shoulders:
"I did a lot of beastly things in the Beggars' Gang during those years. Your senior brother grew up step by step under my hands, and he also turned into a beast in human skin.

"He is moody and does everything according to his own wishes. If the food is to his liking, he will give the store owner a few more taels of silver. If it is not to his liking, he will directly draw his sword and dig out the hearts of the family! What a bastard!

"By the time I realized something was wrong with him, he had already fallen into the three lower realms, like a demon, and walked to a place I couldn't even see."

Mr. Tang took a deep breath, his voice becoming a little choked:
"I had a big quarrel with him and parted ways with him unhappily. I never met him again. I only heard that he practiced an evil skill called the Seven Hearts of Impermanence. Hearts give birth to hearts, and lives give birth to lives. Unless all seven of his hearts are destroyed in an instant, the devil will never die. Relying on this skill, he acted recklessly and did many bad things.

"I left you and went to Xuzhou because I sensed his presence behind the Xuzhou wilderness. But when I arrived, there was only wilderness left, nothing else."

Caiyi could feel that the strength in Mr. Tang's hands was getting weaker and weaker, until finally, he just put his arms on Caiyi's shoulders, as if he was supporting himself with Caiyi's body.

"Old man..."

"Caiyi, don't go." Elder Tang's voice had become extremely hoarse: "He knows you are coming, he knows you are the eldest aunt. He hired these people to provoke you. You are no match for him. If you go, you will only commit suicide. Don't see him. Listen to me, leave with the Taoist priest quickly, the farther the better. Go south, to King Xuan's territory, she is the best."

Caiyi looked at Mr. Tang and her lips moved.

This was the first time she saw this emotion in Mr. Tang.

Tired, scared, and even a little helpless.

He is completely different from Caiyi's impression of an old man who is usually sloppy but always stands in front of her to protect her from the wind and rain at critical moments.

"Caiyi... let's go, don't go any further. If you go any further, you'll be in danger."

Mr. Tang said in an almost pleading tone.

"I...I can't leave."

Caiyi pursed her lips slightly and shook her head.

Mr. Tang took two steps back. His eyes were full of incomprehension. It seemed that he had no idea why Caiyi made such a decision.

"…Why? Why? Caiyi, I didn't lie to you. Your senior brother is really a beast! He is targeting you!"

"Old man, my senior brother is doing evil to the world. From what you said, if we continue to let him go, he will definitely harm more people." Caiyi took a deep breath, and her eyes became more determined:

"I know I am not capable enough, but I must meet him. If I have the chance, I will kill him. Not only for you, old man, but also for those who have been harmed by him." He suddenly smiled and said:

"Old man, don't look at me like this. I'm almost reaching the Xiantian realm. If you really can't beat me, I have the Taoist priest to back you up, so don't worry."

Mr. Tang looked at Caiyi deeply, turned around, and left.

"You little girl, if you want to die, go and die by yourself, don't drag me, an old man, into it."

After saying this, he left without looking back.

Caiyi took two steps towards Mr. Tang and stretched out her hand as if trying to grab the corner of Mr. Tang's clothes, but in the end she failed to touch him.

She slowly withdrew her hand, looking a little lonely.

"Aren't you going to chase me?"

Zuo Chen came closer to Caiyi and asked in a low voice.

"No." Caiyi shook her head: "He is still alive, so we will meet again sooner or later."

He forced out a smile again:

"The old man is already entangled in his past. If I go with him, it will indeed be safe, but I am not happy. What's more, I am also the old man's disciple, and I have a bad fate with that senior brother who I have never met. If I don't help him deal with this cause and effect, who will go?"

Zuo Chen didn't say much, just nodded to show that he understood Caiyi's decision.

Turning his head and looking at the fisherman who was shrinking his body, Zuo Chen showed a slight smile on his face.

"Don't be so nervous. Cultivation is about cultivating the mind, and I'm not the kind of person who would kill anyone."

Hearing Zuo Chen's words, Caiyi, who was still a little melancholy, looked at Zuo Chen with a strange look.

Ah? Not to kill them all?
This is not in line with the Taoist priest's style, there must be something wrong.

Then he saw Zuo Chen rummaging through his arms, taking out a thick stack of talismans and stuffing them into the fisherman's hand.

Looking closely, it was the "Talisman of Great Disasters and All Dangers".

What a thick stack of yellow paper!
The fisherman took the yellow paper blankly, his face confused, not knowing what Zuo Chen wanted to do.

"Just take this back to your room."

Zuo Chen patted the fisherman's shoulder with a smile.

The fisherman didn't know what Zuo Chen wanted to do, nor did he know what the purpose of this stack of yellow paper was. He just felt that no good would come of it if he took it back.

He didn't dare to go against Zuo Chen's wishes, so he could only smile awkwardly and nodded.

Seeing that Zuo Chen had nothing else to say, the fisherman got up from the ground and walked slowly out, looking back every three steps.

As a result, Zuo Chen just nodded and smiled at him. He really didn't do anything else to the fisherman. He just pulled up his legs and ran very fast.

The fisherman finally stopped until his lungs were about to explode, supported his knees with both hands, and took a deep breath.

When I turned around again, I could no longer see the scary Taoist priest.

"Damn it, I won't listen to your nonsense! If I really bring it back, who knows what recipe you're going to use!"

The fisherman wanted to throw away all the yellow paper, but he was worried that these things would chase him, so he built a fire on the spot and threw the yellow paper into it.

Seeing that all the yellow paper was burned, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked away.

But what he didn't notice was that a gust of wind suddenly blew behind him, and the yellow paper that had been burnt to ashes was lifted up from the ground and slowly piled up into a black shadow the size of an adult.

It swayed its body from side to side, looked in the direction the fisherman left, took a step forward, and chased after him, as fast as the wind.

……

Without Mr. Tang, Zuo Chen and Cai Yi were the only ones left on the donkey cart.

Caiyi hugged her knees, looked at the sky, and swayed.

a little nervous.

Zuo Chen was just about to say something to comfort Caiyi, but he suddenly stopped talking when the words came to his lips.

Caiyi seemed to have noticed something and suddenly turned her head to look into the distance.

As I was drifting in the air, I heard the sound of opera singing:

"Life is full of sufferings,
"It is only by teasing the people of the world that one can be happy.
"Why should we carve the long and peaceful road on our tombstone?
"You can play tricks on yourself, you can play tricks on gods,
“How can I praise you?

"That is to say,

"That young man's sweet words are like a demon, wow~"

There was a huge pile of things displayed on the street not far away.

There were racks for hanging weapons, a high hall used by storytellers, and a huge rack with a crimson costume hanging on it, which was very beautiful.

Although these are the only things there at a glance, it feels extremely lively, as if all kinds of people are playing tricks on this giant horse, making a big show.

In the middle of the road, there stood a tall man with his face painted with thick oil paint, like a man who was performing an opera.

He held the shelf in his hands and took two steps to the left and a few steps to the right.

He was the one who sang that play just now!
He also heard the sound of the donkey cart, so he turned his head slightly, his eyes swept over Zuo Chen and fell on Caiyi.

Full of smiles:
"Good Junior Sister, I finally see you!"

The voice was like a ghost, so terrifying!

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