Welcome to the Bizarre Games

Chapter 418 Meeting Again
"Benefactor?"

Upon hearing this word, Zhou You suddenly burst into laughter.

"I have indeed killed quite a few people during this period, but I don't recall ever doing any favors for you. Who is your master?"

The other party fell silent for a moment, then continued.

"Sir, you and I will see once we come and take a look."

Zhou You sighed.

"That Yuan Shikai silver dollar, and you all, why are you all such riddle-makers?"

Despite his sighs, he glanced at the black jade bead worth four thousand taels of silver and said helplessly.

"Never mind, shall I just go and pay them a visit?"

"No, this place is too crowded and noisy; it's really not the place to talk."

The man looked up, glanced around at the curious, restless, or malicious gazes, and then suddenly clapped his hands.

The ink-black color spread instantly, covering Zhou You's body in the blink of an eye.

But Zhou You did not resist. He even held down the panicked Cang Le beside him, letting the shadows engulf him until he finally sank into the ground.
-
In the blink of an eye, it was no longer that store.

The first thing you see is an antique-style room. Although it's not large, it has a refined and elegant feel. A few palace lanterns sway gently, providing some illumination.

A man was sitting at the far end of the room, holding a porcelain bowl, seemingly sipping tea.

Zhou You looked at the person without any hesitation, and then confirmed it once again.

—I absolutely do not know this person.

At first glance, this man, who appeared to be around forty or fifty years old, was dressed in a well-fitting long robe and sported the coin-patterned ponytail common in the Qing Dynasty. He looked like a typical wealthy landlord.

But those eyes were the only exception.
It wasn't particularly extraordinary, but it was like a jackal in the wilderness, aggressive and full of bloodshed and ferocity.

Zhou You had seen this kind of look before.

—And, it's right here, not moving forward.

He slowly gripped the sword hilt and then uttered a sentence.

"The remnants of Yu Sanzhi?"

However, upon hearing this word, the person opposite suddenly burst into laughter.

He put down his teacup and then said with a smile.

“Yu Sanzhi was indeed a powerful and ruthless man. I had a good relationship with him, and many people said that we were very similar. But you are the first person to call me a remnant of the Yu clan.”

"then who are you?"

The man smiled, and without keeping them in suspense, said with pride.

"My surname is Feng, my given name is Feng Zhengye, and I am known in the martial arts world as Master Feng."

Zhou You paused for a moment, then suddenly uttered a rising intonation.

"Are you Feng Erye's elder brother?"

"Yes."

The man fell silent again, then stared in disbelief for a long time—he still couldn't reconcile this fierce-looking fellow with the refined and cultured man who cared deeply for his country and its people.

Seeing that Zhou You didn't believe him, the man who called himself Feng Zhengye smiled and said something else.

"It's normal for you to be surprised. After all, although we are brothers, we have completely different personalities, which has led to several arguments. However, he did ask me for a favor recently, asking me to lend him the family heirloom, the Ten Thousand Blades, and also asking for some materials to repair the magic sword."

Wanren is considered a famous sword, and some people might recognize it, but only Zhou You, Feng Qianlin, and Chen Xun know about its materials.
"Are you sure it's Shang Jun's older brother?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

As Zhou You stared at that composed face, another question suddenly occurred to him.

"Shang Jun said a while ago that your whole family moved overseas, so how come you're back in this ghost market?"

Feng Zhengye maintained a calm and collected demeanor, but his hawk-like eyes sent chills down one's spine.

“My younger brother died, and as his older brother, I had to come and see him off.”

".That's it?"

"That's it." But after saying that, Feng Zhengye laughed to himself. "Of course, normally, if my younger brother is murdered, as the elder brother, I would definitely try to avenge him—but I, Feng, am self-aware and know that my family is just a merchant family, and we can't possibly stand against that old lady on the dragon throne."

Unlike Feng Qianlin, this person is a pure pragmatist who acts solely for his own benefit.

Although they had only been in contact for less than ten minutes, Zhou You already knew what kind of person this was.

—And to be honest, he really dislikes this kind of person.

As if he hadn't noticed Feng Zhengye's expression, Feng continued his explanation.

"And to be honest, I don't like those revolutionaries either. As a proper businessman, what I hate most in my life is chaos, and these guys are the source of all the unrest."

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhou You interrupted him.

"What about Shang Jun's remains? Have you retrieved them?"

Normally speaking, this would be considered extremely rude. The guard, whose voice was as soft as a gear, raised his head and gave Zhou You a cold look, but before he could speak, Cang Le had already stood up and glared back at him.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became tense, as if a sword had been drawn.

However, Feng Zhengye didn't care at all. He waved his hand, dismissing the guards, and then laughed.

"No, that's not true. My second brother's remains are now in the hands of Master Bukong, and Kuchan Temple is currently closed off. Even with my abilities, I can't get them. But it's a safe place. I've already asked the monk Zhixing at the foot of the mountain to tell me to notify me as soon as the mountain reopens. If I die, notify my son and grandson. In short, my second brother must be laid to rest in the ancestral grave."

Zhou You suddenly remembered the incense-burning shrine that had flashed by in reality, and after a long while, he nodded.

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Feng—so, about the benefactor you mentioned earlier..."

"Naturally, it is your responsibility to protect my second brother and see him off on his final journey."

Thus, the whole picture came together.

It seems that this Master Feng specially took advantage of the chaos in the Qing Dynasty to travel back from overseas in order to collect Shang Jun's remains, and that repaying Zhou You was just a matter of repaying a favor. Four thousand taels of silver might be an astronomical sum in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the Feng family, who were richer than a country, it was just a drop in the ocean.

But why did this guy specifically come to the ghost market?
Never mind, it doesn’t matter.

Zhou You cupped his hands in greeting, intending to exchange a few polite words and then leave—but at that moment, the room suddenly shook.

At first, he thought it was just an unstable Yin Road, but as the room shook more and more violently, Zhou You immediately realized it.

—Someone is attacking this place.

Moreover, they came on strong!
It's a trap. No, it's not aimed at me!
Zhou You glanced at Feng Zhengye—but Feng Zhengye seemed completely unconcerned, and instructed the guards to pour him a cup of tea, which he then sipped slowly.

However, the attacks from outside were becoming increasingly fierce, and the room, entirely constructed of shadow, was beginning to show signs of breaking down. Zhou You frowned, then suddenly a possibility occurred to him.

Wait a minute, is this guy deliberately trying to get me to take the fall for him?

Recalling Master Feng's previous scheme, Zhou You felt more and more certain that it was correct—but he didn't feel the slightest bit of anger.

Putting aside Feng Qianlin's relationship, just look at those four thousand taels of silver.
Alright, let's be mercenaries driven by money today.

However, just as he was about to pull out the ten-thousand-foot sword, unexpectedly, Feng Zhengye suddenly spoke up to stop him. "Please wait a moment, sir. I only came to see you this time to have a chat. I have no other intentions, and I certainly don't want to use you to stop anyone."

"What about those attackers outside?"

"This is my real purpose in coming to the ghost market—and they have their own people to handle it."

Zhou You glanced at the guard.

Judging from those moves just now, he was indeed unfathomable, but now this guy shows no sign of making a move.

So who is responsible for handling this?

After thinking for a moment, Zhou You put away Wan Ren and then waited to see what would happen.

The room gradually crumbled, and through the passage of the underworld, several faint voices could be heard coming in.

"Damn it, this turtle shell is tough enough. It took so much effort."

"We're on the right track; it's definitely a big fish."

"I don't care about that stuff."

Zhou You was slightly taken aback.

Among those voices, there was one that sounded familiar—the one who had previously fought him for the Black Jade Bead but ultimately lost to Feng Zhengye.

Is this thing really that precious? Why would someone be so persistent about it?
Seemingly sensing Zhou You's question, Feng Zhengye smiled knowingly.

“Normally speaking, this bead isn’t that valuable, but the guy outside is a shaman, and he recently acquired some rare items. If he combines them with this black jade bead, he might even be able to try to purify the curse on his own magic. No wonder he’s in such a hurry.”

However, just as the small room was about to collapse, a voice suddenly came from outside.

This time, however, it was even more familiar.

"Hey, you little thieves, I've been watching you for ages. Judging by your sneaky behavior, you're definitely not good people—tell me, what are you up to? Are you up to something dirty?"

The voices paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into cursing.

"Get lost and mind your own business!"

The familiar voice was indeed hard to miss, and it even sounded a bit glib.

"Don't say that. It's a matter of who sees what gets in. Come, let this old man see what kind of business you're doing."

but.

Just as the final word 'sell' was uttered, a scream suddenly rang out.

Then, the person who was grabbing the goods suddenly started cursing.

"Damn it, this old man launched a sneak attack. No, he had an accomplice!!"

—Then came a fierce fight, accompanied by a few magical explosions.

But whatever it was, it all fell silent again after a quarter of an hour.

Zhou You ignored the big guy outside and looked at Feng Zhengye, then suddenly said coldly.

What do you mean by that?

Feng Zhengye returned a nonchalant smile.

"Would you believe me if I said it was all a coincidence?"

However, before the conversation could continue, a bloody and mangled body was suddenly thrown down from the crack in the roof.

Although his face was covered in blood, Zhou You still recognized him at a glance.

—This is the person who sat on Yiwu earlier.

Feng Zhengye withdrew his gaze and smiled even more kindly at the creature that was no longer human.

"Look, look, isn't this the infamous fortune teller, Sun Banshen? Why are you giving up your proper charlatan duties and coming to my little town?"

However, there was no answer.

The man known as "Sun the Half-Immortal" had all four limbs bent backwards, clearly having been broken off alive. He was now lying on the ground like a rag doll, struggling to breathe, let alone give any answer.

Feng Zhengye gave the guard a look, and the zombie-like man slowly walked forward, grabbed the man's hair, and forcibly pulled him up.

When he saw Feng Zhengye's face, even though his eyes were so swollen that he could barely open them, he still instantly showed a look of horror.

"Uncle Feng, what are you doing here?"

Feng Zhengye said in a very serious tone.

"Of course, I came here for you, sir."

Before the other party could answer, Feng Zhengye continued with a smile.

"Sun the fortune teller, you're really having a good time robbing my goods while my family is in trouble, aren't you? In just one month, you've already robbed my goods from the North three times, including a batch of extremely rare items."

Sun Banxian stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"But why would you come personally? This isn't worth waiting for at all. I understand, I understand, it's all a trap. The black jade bead, it's all a trap set specifically to harm me. Sir, I know I was wrong. I'll return everything to you, no, I'll give you double the compensation, I just beg you to spare my life."

However, despite the tearful pleas for mercy, Feng Zhengye maintained his unchanging smile.

"To be honest, I'm not short of money. Even those goods worth tens of thousands of taels are nothing to me. But I hate being looked down upon, especially by someone as lowly as you. Besides, if everyone followed your example, where would I put my face?"

"So I won't let you off the hook, and I'll make sure you suffer the worst possible fate, as a warning to the rest of you."

At this moment, Feng Zhengye suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou You.

"Young Master Zhou, you were there just now. What did Elder Kang say about those who broke the rules?"

"Throw them into the abyss, never to be reborn."

Feng Zhengye nodded and said.

"Alright, then you can have it easy."

Suddenly, the ground cracked open, reaching downwards, and countless pale hands reached out, seemingly trying to grab something, while ghostly faces were full of anticipation, waiting for new sacrifices to fall into it.

Despair immediately crossed Sun Bansian's face, but before he could beg for mercy again, the guard grabbed his collar and threw him down.

Zhou You didn't pay any attention or care; he simply raised his head and stared intently upwards.

After a while, a skinny old man laboriously climbed down, complaining as he did so.

"This almost killed me! Uncle Feng, let me tell you, I've repaid all the favors I owed you. From now on, we're even."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped and looked at Zhou You.

Zhou You shook his head and then smiled wryly.

"coincidence"

"master."

(End of this chapter)