Chapter 34: Things are impermanent

Unity hour passed quickly, the sky turned red at sunset, the hot and dry feeling subsided, the people who made a living closed their stalls with satisfaction, and the idle wanderers began to crowd the streets.

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out from Zuihua Tower, a famous hangover place in the city.

The people on the first and second floors of the building were so shocked that they stopped moving and gathered towards the room on the second floor where the sound came from.

Turtle Gong was in front, leading several burly villains, kicked open the door, and shouted: "Who dares to cause trouble!"

Before he could finish his words, he looked at the ground in horror. He saw a male corpse lying dead with his eyes open, blood flowing all over the floor. At the corner of the bed, a prostitute hugged her knees in fear and trembled.

"Oops, what's going on~"

Outside the corridor, the madam heard the sound and came over. She pushed her way through the crowd and poked her head in. When she saw Huang Gou's body, she was so shocked that her face turned pale.

"Isn't this Wu Dabao, that bitch? Why did he die here!"

After saying that, he squeezed his body into the house, carefully walked to Huang Gou's body, stretched out his legs and kicked it, but there was no fear at all. It seemed that this old woman had seen the world.

At the door of the house, everyone was talking and pointing at Huang Gou's corpse.

Some people said it was a personal enmity and they were blocked in the house and killed;

Some people say it is caused by love and hatred, fighting for fans;

What's more, it is said that the gangsters are coveting Huang Gou's money and are setting up an ambush to rob Huang Gou...

There are different opinions. Only the girl who led Mo Yu in from the edge of the crowd and the turtle man in the house understood that all this might be related to the young man in black from before.

The two of them looked at each other as if they were understanding. Jiao Niang gave her a questioning look to see if she wanted to say this, but Mr. Turtle glared at her fiercely and shook his head to signal not to talk too much.

Indeed, if something like this happened here, it would damage Hualou's reputation and business. What's more, the dead Huang Gou had something to do with Wu Dabao.

If it is known that someone inside the building led the murderer in, there is no doubt that it will lead to the disaster of closing the door!

As for Hualou, who didn't know about it, he wasn't afraid of Wu Dabao coming to make trouble. After all, they were all living a casual life, and everyone was a bit overweight.

Turtle Gong coughed twice, looked back and winked at the strong men and said: "This person has done evil things. It is normal for him to have a grudge against any good man. Go get a mat and deal with it casually."

After saying that, he bowed his hands and flattered the guests outside the door: "You are all people who have seen big scenes. Please continue eating and drinking. Don't let a cheap life ruin your elegant mood."

Most of the people who hang around here are wealthy businessmen, as well as some wanderers and street scoundrels, and they are not surprised by such things as dead people.

In addition, Mr. Turtle's words went well, and everyone went back to being lively and lively again as usual.

Next, everything went as usual in Zuihua House, with people laughing and chatting as if the death had never happened. This situation was unexpected by Mo Yu.

As an insignificant servant, no one may care about his life or death, but as the nephew of the city lord, many people pay attention to him.

Du Gonghu happened to be passing by the gate of Wu Dabao's Mansion at the City Lord's Mansion.

Suddenly, the courtyard door opened, and the housekeeper sent out a boy at will, and closed the door tightly. Du Gonghu looked at the strange face in front of him, and asked in a rough voice: "Who are you, and what are you doing here!?"

When the young man saw that the person who was asking the question was wearing armor and was as powerful as a rainbow, he immediately raised his hands and replied humbly: "General, I am the waiter of Zuihualou. I am here to inform Master Wu that his servant Huang Gou was ambushed and killed by his enemy."

In the building."

Huang Gou?

Du Gonghu had a vague impression in his mind that this person was a confidant of Wu Dabao and had done many bad things.

Who is so bold as to kill this little person?

Du Gonghu felt something bad, so he pulled the boy over and asked, "Just now, did you see Wu Dabao himself?"

"I haven't seen him before. The housekeeper said that Master Wu went out for something and hasn't come back yet."

Suffer!

Suddenly thinking about what Wu Dabao was going to do today, Du Gonghu spat, and rushed out of the house, leaving the boy alone scratching his head in wonder.

The fifth-level master, all his skills were activated, and he was as light as a swallow. Du Gonghu quickly passed by the houses in the city, and in just a moment, he arrived at the small courtyard in the west of the city.

Pushing open the door, the smell of blood hit his nostrils. Du Gonghu frowned and went directly to the corner of the room. He stretched out his right palm and shook. A strong wind blew the haystack away, revealing Wu Dabao's body underneath.

"Good boy, it is indeed you!"

With a low growl, Du Gonghu looked up and down at Wu Dabao's wounds with a sinister look on his face.

Wu Dabao's death was more or less involved with him. If the city lord takes action and pursues the case, he will suffer a lot.

"Since you are so capable, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

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It was night, and the city gates were closed. After the curfew, the city was in panic. Hundreds of city patrol soldiers were sent out, holding torches, to check people from house to house.

No one knew the reason, and no one dared to resist. They opened the door in panic, and the officers and soldiers rummaged around and continued to the next place with no results. The people were unable to sleep all night and were worried.

Mo Yu, who was hiding on the roof of a certain house, could see all this clearly.

Dressed in black and wearing a black sword, he was extremely difficult to spot in the dark darkness.

Under his feet, a group of patrolling officers and soldiers once again passed by. Mo Yu cautiously restrained his movements. This was already the fifth wave.

It seems that Du Gonghu is really angry and will not give up until he is found!

Thinking of Du Gonghu, Mo Yu's eyes were filled with coldness. He had no choice but to see the old beggar for the last time, and he was inseparable from this person.

I am now on the second level of heaven, and there is a huge gap between me and the other party. I must not act on my will, and I will keep this in my mind. I will pay it back one by one when I have achieved great power in the future.

It was almost the third watch of the day, and the number of soldiers patrolling the city gradually decreased. They were just walking around to keep a lookout, and there was no big movement.

Seeing this, Mo Yu took a breath and lay on the eaves of the roof, folding his hands behind his head, leaning next to him weeping, staring at the nebulae in the night sky in a daze.

Once upon a time, the son of a dignified martial arts lord had a family guard as low as the fifth level, but now he is hiding in Tibet, being tormented by a distant relative of the city lord.

Alas, he sighed in melancholy and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow will be even more dangerous. The city gate guards will be on guard. Depending on Du Gonghu's temperament, more battalions may be sent out.

The next day, just as the morning sun was rising, Mo Yu was awakened by a burst of noise. He picked up You Weeping and sat up, lying on the roof and looking towards the street.

As expected, a group of armored soldiers were walking down the street in strict formation. The leading general, holding a portrait, knocked on each house and asked sternly.

Anyone who passed by during this period could not escape, and was caught and rigorously investigated.

It's like this here. Unexpectedly, this situation will happen in other streets in the city.

Mo Yu's face darkened, he moved slightly, jumped down from the roof towards the street behind him, landed on the ground, looked around, and then dived towards the city gate.

Chiyang City, as one of Tianhe's ten main cities, is not heavily guarded, and there is only one way in and out: the city gate.

Mo Yu's current strength only has this one way. If he wants to leave the city, he must go there. Even if there is already a dragnet over there, he will not look back.

As the sun gets higher, more and more people are making a living. Even if the city is full of officers and soldiers, they cannot stop the way of survival.

What's more, there are many Jianghu forces among them, and they cannot be easily provoked.

Mo Yu mingled in the crowd and deliberately wore coarse cloth to cover up his eye-catching black clothes.

His hair was messed up randomly, and his face was covered with dust; Youwei was wrapped in a gray cloth, looking like a peasant.

Walking and stopping, I struggled to get through three groups of patrol officers and soldiers, and finally arrived a hundred meters away from the city gate.

Mo Yu came to a noodle stall, pulled out a stool and sat down, ordered the stall owner to order a long noodle, and then paid attention to the situation at the city gate from the corner of his eye.

At the gate of the city, people entering and exiting the city were swarming as always, and there was a long queue, but the number of patrolling troops was two or three times the usual number.

Yan array stood on both sides, holding their halberds coldly. Several non-commissioned officers each took a portrait, carefully compared the appearance of the people entering and exiting, and inquired deeply.

If there was the slightest suspicion, they would order their men to catch them, tie them up with ropes, and temporarily imprison them in a prison car nearby.

The long noodles were cooked quickly and placed steaming hot on Mo Yu's table with two eggs in them. Mo Yu picked up the chopsticks with a heavy heart and thought about countermeasures while eating.

However, after finishing a bowl of noodles, I still couldn’t think of a perfect solution.

We have no choice but to stay put for four or five days, waiting for things to subside and the guards to relax, and then we should have a chance to leave the city.

In this way, for four consecutive days, Mo Yu stayed near the city gate, trying to find a good opportunity to sneak out of the city, but the soldiers guarding the city were so rigorous every day, and they arrested people every day.

As the seven-day appointment with Beggar got closer and closer, Mo Yu became more and more irritable. He didn't close his eyes for almost two days and nights, for fear of missing the opportunity to leave the city.

Finally, at noon on the fifth day, the number of soldiers guarding the city gate suddenly decreased by half. The intensity of the investigation was not as strong as before, and there was only one general holding the portrait.

Mo Yu cried quietly in his arms, leaning against the trunk of a tree surrounding the city. A hint of excitement finally appeared on his tired face, he moistened his mouth, and slowly walked to the end of the crowd leaving the city.

Whether it succeeds or not depends on today!

The team moved forward slowly, Mo Yu lowered his head and moved his steps. Suddenly, a few people in front of him who were dressed up felt bored and started chatting.

"Have you heard that the Longwei Escort Agency, which regained its reputation a few days ago, was actually wiped out by one person?"

A young man with short hair sticking up to the sky crossed his arms and spoke solemnly.

Afterwards, the handsome man in white, holding a long sword in one hand, frowned and recalled: "No, no one in the family of forty or fifty people is spared."

As soon as these words came out, a man with a deer head and rat eyes in front of him stroked his mustache and waved his hands repeatedly. He leaned down and said in a low voice: "Where, I heard that one person escaped from the bloodbath that night."

"Who escaped?", "Who was it?"...

The faces of his companions all changed, and they asked in surprise.

I saw this rat-eyed man looking around. When no one was paying attention, he leaned close to their ears and said softly: "What does it seem to be called...uh, Long Xiangtian, yes, it is Long Xiangtian!"
To be continued...