The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

I originally thought that investigating the corpses hiding in this area would be very troublesome.

But the innate supernatural abilities of these two people truly opened her eyes.

The gray-haired boy touched the lifeless corpse, and a spark of green fire ignited.

The boy with heterochromia said, "It's fate."

Skipping all investigation, they directly determined that the corpse was indeed a member of the Divine Immortal Pavilion.

After confirming that no one at Shenxian Pavilion had requested leave today.

Everyone unanimously decided to let Xia Chuan, who had no magical powers, go in to find the corpse of Na Nie.

Xia Chuan lived up to expectations.

He possesses a charming personality that makes him approachable despite his immense wealth.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the identity of Nie Shi had already been confirmed.

That's Yun Qing, the most beautiful courtesan from the Immortal Pavilion.

"Stop it, stop it."

"The man has come in."

Everyone quickly gathered around the teleportation talisman.

In the video, the door to the private room is gently pushed open.

A woman with delicate features slowly walked in.

She held a pipa in her arms, half of her face hidden behind it, only her watery eyes showing.

"This humble woman is Yun Qing, and greets you, sir."

Xia Chuan looked surprised the moment he saw Yun Qing.

This guy's appearance was actually no different from that of an ordinary person.

She had fair skin and delicate features, and was even prettier than the girls downstairs.

If it weren't for the fact that Xia Chuan could directly see her soul, which was completely different from ordinary people, after he acquired the [Lord of the Underworld], he would have been able to see it directly.

You might actually be fooled.

Indeed, there was something extraordinary about it.

Xia Chuan's vigilance increased slightly.

However, he put on a lecherous expression, his eyes roaming over Yun Qing's body.

"Hehe, Miss Yun, please take a seat quickly."

Anyway, he's a pervert now, so he can look at whatever he wants.

Yun Qing smiled and bowed slightly:

"Then I will be very rude."

She gracefully sat down, placed the pipa beside her, and naturally folded her hands on her knees.

Seeing Yun Qing take his seat.

Xia Chuan tapped the table a few times without making a sound.

This was the pre-arranged signal he and the others had given to get here.

Then she suddenly moved closer to Yun Qing, looking completely captivated.

"Miss Yun, you smell so good."

Faced with such frank behavior, Yun Qing blushed.

"This, young master, this humble woman does not know your name."

Xia Chuan seemed to wake from a dream, and suddenly slapped his forehead, looking annoyed.

He hurriedly said:

"My name is Gao Haoguang, and I came here with my father, Gao Chuan, to sell tea."

Just when the night was unbearably lonely, I heard of the virtuous and talented Miss Yun from the Immortal Pavilion.

As he spoke, his gaze kept wandering over Yun Qing:

"When I saw him today, he certainly lived up to his reputation."

Yun Qing was quite surprised, her eyes widening slightly:

"Young Master Gao, are you actually a tea merchant?"

No wonder he's so rich.

Xia Chuan patted his chest, making a loud thumping sound:

"That's natural. My family sells all kinds of goods, both in the north and south, and our business is quite large."

He talked nonsense, and the more he talked, the more outrageous it became.

Looking at Xia Chuan's simple and innocent appearance, Yun Qing was extremely satisfied.

He's rich and powerful, but simple-minded; he's utterly gullible.

More importantly, he's from out of town.

She's only been here a few days, and she's exactly looking for a fat sheep like this, who has no local roots.

Looking at Xia Chuan's strong and muscular physique, Yun Qing swallowed hard without making a sound.

If we can consume his life force, it will definitely speed up his recovery.

On the other side...

Inside the theater.

A figure wearing a Zhong Kui mask was quietly emerging from the theater.

Chu Kui actually had a secret all along.

Ever since he found this Zhong Kui mask, a remnant soul of his ancestor has been inside his body.

In layman's terms, there's an old man inside him named Old Man Wang.

According to Wang himself, he seemed to have been a seeker of the Dharma during his lifetime.

Even after death, the lingering soul remains attached to the mask, waiting for a destined person.

Chu Kui can borrow the old man's strength to some extent.

This includes, but is not limited to, changing facial makeup or breathing fire.

And so, Chu Kui was a rising star during the day.

At night, once they put on their masks and night clothes, they become masked heroes who protect the peace of the area.

Not long ago, he heard that a corpse had been found near the Immortal Pavilion.

Tonight, he will transform into a masked hero and investigate the true nature of the Immortal Pavilion.

Chapter 53 Hero, Spare My Life

Shenxian Pavilion.

Although I'm already craving life so badly that it's driving me crazy.

However, Yun Qing still maintained the elegance befitting a courtesan.

She smiled gently, picked up the wine pot on the table, and poured a cup for each of them:

"I am deeply grateful for your kindness today, young master. I would like to offer you a toast."

After saying that, Yun Qing picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine slid down her throat, and she tilted her head back slightly, revealing her slender neck.

Xia Chuan quickly nodded, picked up his glass, and drank it all in one gulp: "Drink, drink."

After a few drinks, a blush crept onto Yun Qing's cheeks.

Her watery eyes became hazy, and she looked at Xia Chuan with seductive eyes.

"Qing'er, dance for the young master."

Her voice was softer than before, with a sweetness that made one's bones melt.

Before Xia Chuan could respond, Yun Qing's body went limp as she stood up.

She staggered, her body tilting forward uncontrollably.

"oops"

She let out a soft cry and collapsed limply into Xia Chuan's arms.

A gentle breeze brushed past Xia Chuan's earlobe, carrying the scent of wine and perfume.

"I am not a good drinker and am feeling dizzy right now."

Her lips were almost touching Xia Chuan's ear, her voice so low it was like a whisper.

"Young Master Haoguang, you don't mind, do you?"

"I really mind!!"

An angry voice boomed from the doorway.

Yun Qing's expression changed, and she turned her head sharply: "Who is it?"

The door to the private room was kicked open.

A boy with heterochromia stood at the door, arms crossed, his expression indifferent.

Another gray-haired boy stood at the door, glaring angrily at Yun Qing.

"I am Gao Haoguang!"

Sensing the faint magical power emanating from the two individuals, Yun Qing was greatly alarmed: