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

Chapter 212: Fox Hunt
The town is very close to Yuzhou City.

People who can't afford to buy a house in Yuzhou City will choose to live here. The public security is good, the prices are not that expensive, and they can brag about it when they go out, saying, "My fellow countryman, I'm from Yuzhou City!"

The small shop that Zuo Chen and his friends were looking for was located on the edge of the town, next to the main road. Seeing that the door beams were worn flat and bald, and shiny, they knew that many people came here every day.

After entering the store, it wasn't too busy, probably because it was too late.

The store manager was an old man, half asleep and yawning. There were four or five customers gathered in the store. Three of them were eating at a table, chatting and laughing. There was also a young man holding a wooden sword, who was eating without saying a word.

The last one was a middle-aged man who looked a little down and out, drinking alone.

Zuo Chen looked at the middle-aged man.

The evil spirit emanates from him.

It looks so thick that it's almost solidified into a bright red color. I'm afraid many people have died at his hands.

He is also a half-step innate Taoist, and is a good hand among the martial artists.

But now it seems that he is injured, and his strength is probably only 30% to 40% left.

After finding a table and sitting down, Guan Jinping looked around and muttered:

"There are quite a few quacks in this little shop."

"Who are they?" Caiyi asked curiously.

"The young hero Mu Jian over there is called Qi Changan. His wife is missing and he is now searching for her all over the world.

"And that middle-aged man is the owner of Qingshan Manor. Qingshan Manor is a place where evil people are raised. He is not a good man either. He calls himself a hero, but he digs out people's hearts and lungs to drink. He is worse than a thief."

"I see."

There are still ordinary people in the store now. If Zuo Chen kills Zhuang Heng directly, it might cause a riot, so he suppressed the urge to do so and sighed softly.

It's a pity that I can't use the big seal. If I slap it, blood and flesh will fly everywhere, which might scare the boss.

I'll stick a disaster talisman on Zhuang Heng's back later.

Soon the dishes were served on the table, but Zhu Laoba propped himself up, lowered his chin and sighed, looking like he had no appetite.

After traveling for several days, Zhu Laoba went to several storytellers to ask questions.

Instead of finding any information about his elder sister, he heard about the fox and the scholar along the way.

"I found seven storytellers on the road, and six of them told me about the fox and the scholar having a secret meeting in the temple. I finally met the last one, and he told me something different: Damn it, he replaced the scholar with a knight!"

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Zhu Lao Ba slammed the table fiercely and said, "If I see any bastard dare to touch my sister, I will beat him up!"

"This is what storytellers do. You've heard Miao Tao talk about this before. This makes it easier to get people to pay."

Zuo Chen comforted Zhu Laoba twice.

He could probably understand Zhu Laoba's feelings.

He was basically just taking a walk with his daughter, when a yellow-haired guy riding a will-o'-the-wisp came over and shouted into his nose, "Lao Deng, I parked my will-o'-the-wisp downstairs of your house."

Zhu Laoba's blood pressure must have risen.

After a long while of calming down, Zhu Laoba finally let out a long sigh:
"Ah, don't these storytellers know any other fox stories? It's really annoying."

After cursing twice, he picked up the bowl in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

As he continued to pour himself a glass of wine, he suddenly saw Zhuang Heng, who had been drinking alone, walking towards their table.

He sat down next to Zhu Laoba.

"What are you doing?"

Zhu Laoba glared at Zhuang Heng.

He had just listened to Guan Jinping's speech and knew that this person was not a good person, so naturally he was not in a good mood.

But the other party lowered his voice and said:

"Good brother, are you looking for a fox?"

"You know about foxes?"

Zhu Laoba was surprised.

I had been hanging out outside for so long without being able to hear anything, but when I was just chatting casually in this pub, someone actually came to me.

Zhuang Heng did not respond, but stretched out his hands and rubbed them.

He had a strange smile on his face:

"I'm a little short of money recently..."

Zhu Laoba glanced at him, took out a large lump of gold from his arms and slapped it on the table.

There was a hint of ecstasy in Zhuang Heng's eyes, and he reached out to touch the gold nugget.

Zhu Laoba simply crossed his arms in front of him to stop the other person.

As time went by, a hint of murderous intent rose in Zhuang Heng's eyes, but he seemed to know that he would not get any benefits in his current state, so he had to lower his attitude and reveal a flattering smile.

"Tell me the story, and this nugget of gold will be yours." said Zhu Laoba.

Zhuang Heng kept staring at the gold nugget with greedy eyes, and then he said:

"I'm going to tell you this story. It may sound like a strange story, but I guarantee on my life that I'm telling the truth. Who knows, it may be able to help you."

"Stop talking bullshit and speak faster."

Zhuang Heng was choked and could not speak. He could only cough twice with resentment and said, "Qingshan Villa outside the city, I wonder if you have heard of it."

"I heard."

Just heard of it.

"That's easy. The fox incident you've been asking about happened there.

"Some time ago, a tyrant came to Qingshan Villa. He was extremely powerful. Even if ten martial artists came together, they couldn't defeat him. He slaughtered the entire villa with blood, occupied the top of the mountain, and called himself the king. According to him, he was a strong man from ancient times who hated the earth for having no handle.

“He said that a disaster occurred in ancient times, and he sealed himself away to avoid it.

"Now that it has been unsealed again, the jade that contained most of his skills was stolen by a fox, causing him to lose most of his skills. Now the heroes of the upright Qingshan Villa are looking for the fox in the wilderness of the old battlefield."

Zhuang Heng's speech was brief and to the point, without much description or any personal thoughts. He simply explained the matter.

It’s not a nice story, but it’s exactly what Zhu Laoba needs!

"Are there any other clues?"

"Anything else? What else do you want to hear? This is all I know about the fox. As for the Demon Lord who awakened in the ancient times... He is indeed quite powerful, but his brain is not working well. He is a wall of dung and stinks. Compared to the Demon Lord, he is more like someone who picked up some magical skill and practiced it to the point of going crazy and insane."

Zhuang Heng took the gold nugget in one hand, weighed it in his hand, and bit it twice with his teeth. After discovering that it was real gold, his face was filled with joy.

It was obvious that he hadn't seen such a large sum of money for a long time.

After taking the money, and seeing that no one had any other questions, he simply became generous and called the boss to get a room upstairs for him to rest.

The boss simply picked up a gold bean from the gold nugget with a pair of scissors and told him to return the extra silver to him when he went downstairs to check out tomorrow.

Watching Zhuang Heng going upstairs, Zuo Chen took out a talisman from his arms and stuck it on his back.

The talisman floated down and landed on his back, sticking to his skin.

Zhuang Heng didn't notice anything at all and went upstairs with a happy face.

But for some reason I tripped at the stairs and almost hit my head.

"Hey, this is weird." He muttered, but still managed to enter the room.

Zuo Chen did not directly trigger the disaster talisman. If this man died in the inn, it would be bad for the owner's body and mind as well as the business. It would be better to wait until he left the store early the next day.

After Zhuang Heng left, Zuo Chen asked Zhu Laoba:

"What do you mean? Do you think this is your sister?"

"It's possible..." Zhu Laoba scratched his head. "That girl is used to being lawless in the Great Forest. She grabbed the beards of the dogs watching the fight, stole the wine from the old monkey, and went to the tiger to bully him. She was beaten by Master Lin Xi many times. You said she stole the jade from the ancient cultivator... I think it's something she could do."

He looked at Zuo Chen again: "Master, this matter..."

"I'll go with you." Zuo Chen said, "The cultivator you just mentioned might be the one who sealed himself off to save his life before the flooding of the Sea of ​​Bitterness. If you really meet him, you may not be able to defeat him. Besides, I can go faster if I follow you. I think we can reach the destination in one day."

"Thank you for your help, Taoist Priest."

"It doesn't matter."

Zuo Chen actually didn’t say the second half of the sentence.

Having just received the seal, he is now really itching to do something else.

At this time, a famous ancient cultivator popped out. Isn't this just setting himself up as a target right in front of him?

Now Zuo Chen only hopes that this ancient cultivator can be a little more resistant to beatings, so that he can at least swing the seal a few more times.

The delicious food and wine on the table were quickly finished, and the guests who had finished their meal nearby staggered out of the store, as if they wanted to spend the night in a brothel nearby. Only Zuo Chen and his group were left in the store, along with the young man with the wooden sword, who had finished his meal and was packing up his belongings.

"Old Eight, we've been talking for so long, but we still don't know what your sister's name is." Caiyi asked, picking her teeth with a bamboo stick.

"Oh, look at my brain. I'm used to calling her Little Girl Egg, and I haven't introduced her yet." Zhu Lao Ba slapped his forehead and said, "She is the youngest among our group of demon kings, ranking fifth, so we call her Fox Fifth Lady."

Qi Changan, the young wooden swordsman who was packing his things, suddenly stopped and looked at Zuo Chen and the others in astonishment:
"Wu Niang? Do you know Wu Niang?"

When they were chatting just now, the few of them did not lower their voices, nor did they use any spells to avoid people.

For most people, the idle talk of outsiders is not worth paying attention to. Even if they really hear them saying things like "Demon King" or "Big Dense Forest", they probably won't take it to heart. At most, they will regard Zuo Chen and his group as lunatics whose brains were mesmerized by the stories told by storytellers.

At the beginning, Qi Changan was obviously listening to Zuo Chen and the others in a disjointed manner, but when Zhu Laoba mentioned the name Hu Wu Niang, Qi Changan's state was completely different.

"Who are you?" Zhu Laoba looked Qi Changan up and down in confusion, frowning tightly: "Do you know my sister?"

"My name is Qi Chang'an, and Hu Wuniang is my wife."

"what?!"

Zhu Laoba slammed the table and stood up, stunned.

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(End of this chapter)