evil tycoon

The old man sitting on the ground slowly got up, raised his hand to rub the head of his granddaughter beside him, and whispered, "It's alright, don't worry."

"Um."

The girl nodded slightly.

However, her little hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles were white, and the fear on her little face was hard to hide.

Seemingly realizing this, she quickly buried her head.

"He's injured."

"His cultivation level is at least at the late stage of Bone Refinement, and I even have a vague feeling that something is strange."

"There seems to be a strange aura about that little girl."

Han Ping'an murmured in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

Gu Ming was startled, and the casualness on his face immediately faded.

"Uncle."

Gu Ming took the lead, bowing with clasped hands.

"And you two gentlemen are..." the old man hurriedly returned the greeting.

  

Gu Ming smiled and said, "I sell medicine for injuries."

As he spoke, he glanced back and saw that the yamen runners and the powerful families were not paying attention to this place. He said helplessly, "I was just chased away by those people from the yamen."

"I think the old man is injured?"

The old man's eyes flashed, and without hiding anything, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing shocking scars on his arms.

It looked as if it had been scratched by some kind of monster; the wound was black and seemed to be entangled with an evil aura.

The old man sighed, "Ordinary medicine won't work; this was caused by demons on the road."

"demon!!"

Gu Ming's pupils contracted.

Han Ping'an suddenly stepped forward and said, "Uncle, if you don't mind, may I take a look?"

The old man looked at Han Ping'an, who was even younger than Gu Ming, hesitated for a moment, and then said sternly, "Why not?"

Han Ping'an walked up to it, took a closer look, and immediately understood.

It was an evil aura that clung to the wound like a maggot, making it difficult for the wound to heal.

Unless its own strength can completely force it out.

However, although the old man seemed a bit strange to him, even someone at the peak of Bone Refinement would find it difficult to completely eradicate this evil aura.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he calmly looked at the old man, his palm slowly falling.

At this moment, the old man was tense and extremely vigilant.

hum!

As an astonishing surge of Yin energy erupted, the old man's pupils contracted, and an undisguised shock appeared in his eyes.

Precision!

This person is actually at the master level.

hiss!

He saw that Han Ping'an was younger and initially thought he was a servant or someone who was helping out, standing behind Gu Ming.

But I never expected that he would be such a young martial artist who had entered the pass.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through my arm.

The old man frowned and let out a muffled groan.

The girl, who had been keeping her head down and not saying a word, instinctively grabbed the old man's other arm, looked up and glared at Han Ping'an, her eyes full of vigilance and anger.

"Don't worry, this young master is helping his grandfather." The old man held the girl tightly, enduring the pain, and gently comforted her.

He could already feel the evil aura on the wound being rapidly expelled.

A few breaths later.

Han Ping'an slowly withdrew his palm, the black flames in his palm surging and then receding.

The evil energy within has been completely refined by the black flames.

The old man was pale and covered in sweat, but he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your help, young master."

He raised his hand in a trembling gesture of respect.

"No need for such formalities, sir," Han Ping'an said, waving his hand slightly.

Gu Ming stepped forward and took out a box of external wound medicine: "Uncle, this is for treating external injuries, please take it."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I have no other possessions on me. I have no way to repay your help, young master, and I dare not accept this medicine. The removal of the evil aura is enough."

"Old man, please accept this. It's just a small dose of medicine." Gu Ming tossed the medicine over without a second thought.

Seeing the old man hesitate, Gu Ming said, "Uncle, we run a general store. We buy and sell everything."

He smiled knowingly.

The old man was taken aback and looked at Han Ping'an.

Han Ping'an nodded slightly.

The old man hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "You really accept everything?"

"certainly."

Han Ping'an and Gu Ming exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise and anticipation in each other's eyes.

Could there really be stock?

The old man then changed the subject: "May I ask if the two young masters could escort my granddaughter and me into the city?"

Han Ping'an looked at Gu Ming.

That depends on Gu Ming.

He didn't know anyone.

Gu Ming grinned: "It's not a big problem, but we just need the old man's cooperation."

He had refused to answer when others asked him about it before.

Whether it can be done depends on the person in charge.

"Old Liu can handle this; he's bought quite a few things from our family."

"In the current situation, the government's ban on entering the city is entirely based on who gets in."

Gu Ming shrugged nonchalantly. As a constable in the yamen, handling such a small matter was too easy for him.

Han Ping'an looked at the old man and smiled, "May I ask what kind of goods you have, sir?"

The old man grinned: "The Seven-Strike Repeating Crossbow, would you two gentlemen dare to accept it?"

"What?"

Han Ping'an's eyes widened.

Seven-Strike Repeating Crossbow?

That's something that could seriously injure a Bone Refining Martial Artist even if an ordinary person held it.

If it were in Gu Ming's hands, it could be used to threaten the master level by surprise. Moreover, the Seven Absolute Repeating Crossbow is expensive to make and can be infused with qi and blood. The stronger the user, the greater the power it can unleash.

You need to pass at least two levels before you can be completely unafraid of this thing.

It is several levels more powerful and portable than the Rainstorm Crossbow.

One costs at least five hundred taels.

If he really wanted to get it, he would want to keep a portion for himself.

With his cultivation level having reached the pinnacle, and wielding the Seven Deadly Crossbows, he was so powerful he was about to explode.

If Li Mengshan were to wield the Seven-Strike Repeating Crossbow, he would indeed have to be somewhat wary.

However, with the Bloodwing Insect and the Six-Winged Blood Shadow Silkworm by his side, he rarely needed the Seven-Skill Repeating Crossbow, even though it was formidable.

"Old man, do you really have the Seven-Fold Repeating Crossbow?" Gu Ming's voice trembled.

In the past, this kind of thing required finding reliable and suitable customers.

But given the current situation, he's willing to buy as long as someone is willing to buy.

"There are four in total, and all the matching arrows are intact."

The old man said in a deep voice, "These four Seven-Skill Repeating Crossbows are to repay the young master for his help and for bringing me and my granddaughter into the city. In addition, please give me another five hundred taels of silver."

Having seen this, there's no need to doubt it anymore.

This old man really has something to offer.

"make a deal."

Gu Ming's face flushed with excitement.

They made a fortune.

Super profitable.

When Lao Gu finds out, he'll all praise him for his incredible luck.

Four of them, worth at least two thousand taels.

The result was that all that was required was to pay five hundred taels.

As for Han Ping'an's intervention and the small amount of medicine, they were completely insignificant to the two of them.

Besides, once you have such a good product, why would you sell it?

Of course I'll keep it for myself.

"I hid the goods in the wilderness outside, about two kilometers away from here."

"Would you two gentlemen like to come with me, or should I go and retrieve it first?"

Let's go together.

Gu Ming said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, sir." Han Ping'an cupped his hands in thanks to the old man.

They really made a fortune with the Seven Deadly Crossbows.

The old man waved his hand casually, looked down at the girl, his eyes full of doting affection.

Seeing this, Han Ping'an quickly took out a box of pastries from his package and handed it over.

"It contains mung bean cake."

The girl paused, pursed her lips, and turned to look at the old man.

The old man smiled and said, "Eat up."

"Thank you, young master."

The girl then took the package, carefully opened it, and her eyes lit up when she saw the mung bean cakes inside.

She picked up a piece and offered it to the old man's lips: "Grandpa, you eat first."

"Let's eat together, you and me."

The old man's wrinkles blossomed into a smile as he picked up a piece and fed it to his granddaughter.

The sight of the grandfather and grandson made Han Ping'an sigh inwardly.

But upon closer inspection, the strange aura that had been faintly sensed from the girl earlier seemed to be an illusion, vanishing without a trace.

Is it just an illusion?

Looking at the girl's blindfolded eye, Han Ping'an hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't ask any more questions.

"Someone's coming."

The old man suddenly frowned.

Han Ping'an and Gu Ming turned around at the same time, their expressions immediately turning ugly.

"Damn it, it's the Lu family again."

The group of servants that came this time were not the same ones as before.

It turned out to be the fourth young lady of the Lu family and her entourage.

A middle-aged man and a maid escorted Lu Tingxue, the fourth young lady of the Lu family, as they walked straight toward where the four people were.