A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 471 The Beggar's Realm

Duan Rong's eyes were cold.

Although Fatty Xu was worried, he took a breath and said in a rather mercenary manner, "I don't understand a word you said. This is the residence of Master Zhu, the Grand Master of Imperial Households. I advise you to leave quickly to avoid bringing trouble upon yourself."

He also knew that the person in front of him was no simple man, but how could he dare to admit that he was a spy lurking in the Zhu Mansion?

"Really?" Duan Rong sneered.

When it comes to interrogating prisoners, he may not be as good as Zhu Cheng, but he has his own methods.

Duan Rong increased the strength of his hand and squeezed Fatty Xu so hard that he had difficulty breathing and opened his mouth wide. Then Duan Rong flipped his hand and slammed a pill into Fatty Xu's throat.

Duan Rong loosened his grip and threw Fatty Xu to the ground. He then sat on a chair not far away and looked at Fatty Xu leisurely.

The pill had already slipped into his stomach. Fatty Xu coughed and looked at Duan Rong fearfully, asking, "What did you give me to eat?"

Duan Rong just looked at him indifferently, and was too lazy to answer his question, because he knew very well that in just a moment, he wouldn't have to answer at all.

Fatty Xu's face suddenly changed after he asked. In an instant, he felt an unbearable itch all over his body, as if countless ants and centipedes were crawling and biting on his skin...

"Ah...ah..." Fatty Xu groaned and fell to the ground. He clenched his teeth and began to tear at his clothes. He scratched his chest with both hands...

The unbearable itching stimulated him, and after a few scratches, his chest was already covered in blood...

But he felt no pain and continued to scratch fiercely...

Soon, his chest was scratched to pieces by himself, and in Fatty Xu's eyes, there was a strange orgasmic pleasure emerging here... like a neurotic...

His hands were still scratching the rotten flesh on his chest, which had already been bloodied and bruised...

Duan Rong saw that it was almost time, so he suddenly flashed over, with vital energy flashing on his fingertips, and pressed several acupoints on Fatty Xu's body.

The strange itching all over the body suddenly stopped, Fatty Xu collapsed suddenly, and two streams of white air spurted out of his nose. But only a moment later, he let out a scream, but Duan Rong pinched his throat to suppress it. At this time, the anesthetic excitement dissipated, and the severe pain from his festering chest made him gasp through his teeth.

Duan Rong squatted there, looking at him, and said coldly: "If you don't say it now, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to say it. Next time you feel itchy, you will scratch your belly. Your intestines are already on the ground, but you still feel uncomfortable with the itch in your stomach..."

Duan Rong spoke in a very light tone, but Fatty Xu looked at Duan Rong intently, as if he was looking at a ghost from hell. He felt a chill down his spine. At this moment, he seemed to see his own death in Duan Rong's eyes.

He glanced at his bloody chest. He knew that the man in front of him was not bluffing. As long as he didn't speak up, that person would tell him his fate. He would really scratch his belly...

Fatty Xu shuddered, and he heaved a long sigh, as if he had made a great decision. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I say..."

When Duan Rong walked out of the old, deformed wooden door in the main hall, Fatty Xu was already unconscious on the ground. His chest was covered in rotten flesh, his hands were covered in blood, and the gaps between his fingernails were filled with bloody flesh buds...

Zhu Zhengfu was sitting in the flower hall, sipping ginseng tea and listening to the housekeeper Zhu Yu talking about some arrangements for the day. At this time, he saw Duan Rong walking in slowly.

When Zhu Zhengfu saw Duan Rong coming in, he immediately stood up in a panic and said respectfully, "Sir!"

Duan Rong glanced at Zhu Yu, and Zhu Zhengfu immediately understood and said, "Zhu Yu, you go down first."

"Yes." Zhu Yu immediately clasped his fists, bowed his head, and walked out.

After Zhu Yu left, Duan Rong looked at Zhu Zhengfu and said, "Fatty Xu, I have already interrogated him. He is in his room. Keep an eye on him and don't let the news leak out."

Zhu Zhengfu said, "Don't worry, sir. I know how to handle this matter."

Duan Rong nodded and said, "That's good." Although Zhu Zhengfu was a little uninhibited, he was able to become the most powerful person in Zhu He's secular bloodline, so he still had some thoughts, strategies and means.

After Duan Rong greeted Zhu Zhengfu, he left Zhu's house.

He turned into an alley along the street, walked out of the alley, and came to a small street.

At this time, the sky was just getting light, and there were already a few early customers at the breakfast stalls on the street.

Duan Rong walked along the street, and soon stopped in front of a remote and dilapidated teahouse.

He had been to this teahouse before, but he was not here to drink tea today because the teahouse was not open yet at this time.

The door of the teahouse was closed, and under the eaves of the door, there were ragged beggars sleeping in a row. On a late autumn morning, they huddled together, shivering in the cold wind...

The front of the teahouse is a good place for beggars to sleep. After all, the teahouse closes early at night and opens after dawn in the morning, so the beggars crowded here can have a good night's sleep.

Therefore, the position in front of the teahouse is still quite popular among beggars, and not everyone can get one.

However, at this moment, in the crowded crowd of beggars, there was an empty seat in the middle for some reason.

Duan Rong stood there, his eyes frowned, and his spiritual sense swept over, passing through the dantian of those beggars one by one.

"None of these beggars are warriors!"

Duan Rong's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he took a look at an empty spot among the beggars, then turned and walked to a breakfast stall not far away and ordered a bowl of beef soup and two sesame cakes.

While eating breakfast, Duan Rong kept his eyes on the beggars at the entrance of the teahouse.

He is like this, of course, not because he has nothing better to do.

Because every time Fatty Xu wanted to pass on a message, he would come to this teahouse after dark to meet a beggar.

The beggar will pass his information to another online person.

Moreover, Fatty Xu said that he had seen the beggar perform Qinggong. The beggar was a warrior.

But Duan Rong had just scanned those beggars and did not find a single warrior.

Duan Rong didn't think Fatty Xu was lying to him, unless he really wanted to tear his own intestines apart. Duan Rong was more inclined to believe that the beggar went somewhere after dawn, perhaps to gather information or to meet someone. However, Fatty Xu said that at night, the beggar would stay at the entrance of the teahouse.

Duan Rong finished the last mouthful of soup in the bowl. At this time, the door of the teahouse was pushed open. A waiter came out and drove away the beggars crowded at the door with curses...

Duan Rong stood up and walked back to Zhu Mansion along the same route.

Since the beggar's whereabouts were uncertain during the day, he could only come to the teahouse at night. After all, Fatty Xu always saw the beggar at night.

Duan Rong could conclude that the beggar was definitely not just a contact for Fatty Xu, he was probably the contact person for many insiders. If he was caught, he might be able to implicate many others.

Duan Rong returned to the Zhu Mansion and went straight to the villa where he lived.

He had been tired for a few days, and just as he was about to go back to sleep that night, he encountered the incident of Ruyi being kidnapped. Unknowingly, he had been busy all night. At this time, his eyes were already bloodshot. Although his spirit was strong now and he could withstand not sleeping for a few days, his current mental state was actually in an unhealthy state of excitement, which had a certain damage to his spirit.

Duan Rong decided to go back and have a good sleep. He walked into the courtyard, but Qiu Luan was not sitting on the big bluestone, but on the threshold of the door. When Qiu Luan saw him, he stood up immediately.

Duan Rong glanced at Qiu Luan and saw that his eyes were also red from staying up all night, obviously he had not slept all night either.

Qiu Luan asked, "Sir, you are back?"

Duan Rong said: "Yes, I'm back."

Qiu Luan's eyes moved and he asked, "Where's Ruyi?"

Duan Rong said: "Dead."

When Duan Rong said this, he had already stepped into the room and walked straight to the bed behind the screen.

Qiu Luan stood at the door, silent.

Ruyi is just a skinny horse! No one would care if a skinny horse died. In fact, Qiu Luan didn't care much either. He just asked casually.

Just as Duan Rong returned to the villa, Zhu Yu, the housekeeper of the Zhu Mansion, hurried in from the kitchen. Looking at Xiao Guo who was busy there, he said, "Fatty Xu has something to do today and can't come. You are responsible for lunch and dinner."

"Ah!" Xiao Guo was surprised and stunned for a moment, then said, "Butler Zhu, how can I do that? I'm not even a trainee yet. I can only do some simple things. If Master Xu doesn't come, the ladies will scold me."

Zhu Yu said coldly, "I told you that he has something to do and can't come. You take it first. If the ladies want to beat or scold you, just bear with it."

Zhu Yu said this and turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Xiao Guo shouted and chased after him, but Zhu Yu walked away without even looking back.

"This...what happened..." Xiao Guo scratched his head, feeling very embarrassed.

However, when he turned around and walked back to the kitchen, the worry in his eyes had gradually faded, and instead he was eager to try. He had also watched Fatty Xu cook for a long time. Although that guy didn't teach him, he had learned a lot from him. This time he had a chance, and he really wanted to try it... Maybe he could please the ladies, and he had carefully memorized the dishes that each room liked... Xiao Guo stood in front of the kitchen stove and began to think hard.

Duan Rong slept until nightfall before waking up.

When he walked out of the villa, it was already dark. Seeing that he was fine, Qiu Luan lay down on the big bluestone again, recovering from his hangover. Duan Rong sighed and walked out of Zhu's house.

The lights in the street outside are just coming on.

Duan Rong walked slowly and came to the remote teahouse again. Although it was already night, the teahouse was still open. However, there were only a few tables of tea drinkers left inside.

Duan Rong walked across the street, found a tavern, ordered a few dishes, a pot of rice wine, and sat down in a seat at the entrance of the tavern facing the wind.

In this kind of weather, few people would be willing to sit in this windy position. The waiter who was taking the order couldn't help but look at Duan Rong twice.

The food and wine came, and Duan Rong ate and drank while keeping an eye on the teahouse across the street.

He had just finished half of his pot of rice wine when the teahouse opposite closed.

After a few more drinks, the teahouse was already pitch dark. Only a lantern under the eaves outside could be seen, emitting a dim yellow light in the cold wind.

Duan Rong finished a pot of rice wine. Beggars had already gathered at the entrance of the teahouse. They huddled together in the cold light, shrinking their necks and shivering.

After having his fill of food and drink, Duan Rong paid the bill and left the restaurant. He turned and walked into the alley beside the restaurant, hiding in the shadow of the alley, still staring at the door of the teahouse across the street.

Duan Rong's spiritual sense had already swept over the five or six beggars hiding there. None of them were warriors, and none of them was the person he was looking for.

Duan Rong hid in the shadows in the alley. Beggars came from all directions one after another. Duan Rong used his spiritual sense to penetrate their dantian one by one. Their dantian was empty, with neither internal breath nor true energy.

At this moment, under the dim light of the lantern under the eaves of the teahouse, a man was seen slowly walking out from the edge of the dreary darkness. His clothes were tattered, his face was covered with grease, his hair was dirty and tangled, and he walked in a disjointed manner. At first glance, he was indeed no different from those beggars on the street.

But the moment this man walked out of the darkness, Duan Rong's eyes moved. The lazy posture of this man walking was obviously learned, because although his body swayed, his back was always straight.

Duan Rong's consciousness instantly passed through the man's Dantian, and his pupils suddenly shrank. "The third level of the True Qi Realm!"

The beggar walked to the door of the teahouse, and lay down next to the group of beggars with his neck shrunk.

Duan Rong waited for the guy to lie there for a while, but suddenly in the dark, he snapped his fingers and imitated the call of a wild cat three times.

The beggars hiding across the street didn't notice the noise here at all, but the warriors' six senses are far beyond those of ordinary people.

The moment the snapping sounded in the darkness, the beggar had already pricked up his ears. After hearing the three calls of a wild cat, he pretended to struggle to stand up and muttered, "I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to the opposite alley to pee."

The beggar next to him shrank back and cursed: "What a trouble! When you came back, didn't you take a break first? You have a butt in your head."

"Fuck you, if you keep scolding me I'll smear you in the face."

The beggar next to him heard this, muttered, turned over and slept on the other side. Without someone to block the wind for him, he immediately felt cold and started cursing.

The beggar scratched his crotch and walked across the street. When he reached the entrance of the alley, he pretended to urinate, then walked into the darkness of the alley with his trousers lifted up.

One snap of fingers, three meows. This was the code he and Fatty Xu agreed on.

"Fatty Xu, again..." The beggar walked into the alley and whispered to a blurry black figure standing in the shadows.

But he only said half of it before his voice got stuck in his throat.

"You are not Fatty Xu, who are you?" The beggar suddenly became alert.

Although it was just a blurry black figure in the shadows, it was obviously more than a head taller than Fatty Xu. How could he not see it?

Duan Rong smiled lightly and did not answer. He flashed and stood behind the beggar like a ghost.

The beggar was startled, his hair felt like it was electrified, he turned around instantly and slapped back with all his strength.

But the moment he turned around, Duan Rong had already leaned down and slapped him on his dantian.

Although it was in the dark, Duan Rong's palm strike still had a natural and smooth rhythm, as if he had already known that the beggar would turn around and that palm strike was already waiting there.

The moment the photo was taken was the moment the beggar turned around, exactly the same.

The beggar flew backwards like a fallen leaf, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. His face was as pale as paper and his heart was dead, because he knew that his Dantian had been destroyed and he had become a useless person.

The moment the beggar flew backwards, Duan Rong had already leaped up in mid-air. He shook his sleeves and a ball of medicine powder sprinkled on the beggar's face.

Duan Rong held the beggar's waist in mid-air, and leaped into the darkness, heading deep into the alley. The beggar's eyes went dark, and he had already passed out...

(End of this chapter)