Ye Qingxuan, who pretended to be a coward, naturally did not get the approval of his martial arts colleagues, not even the respect of the shopkeeper.
After paying a price of three taels of silver, Ye Qingxuan could only sleep in the warehouse, but at least he was given an extra quilt.
Throwing the quilt full of fleas aside, Ye Qingxuan's stay in this inn was naturally not to join in the fun.
Gently pushing open the window of the warehouse, Ye Qingxuan wisps of light smoke appeared on the beams of the house.
Ye Qingxuan didn't need a night vision device or an 8x mirror. Ye Qingxuan crouched on the roof and just glanced at his spiritual sense, and found that there were at least eight masters quietly peeping around the small courtyard of the ghost palace. A master gangster...
ah-
There was a flash of cold light, and a scream, a hero from some underworld got a pair of eyeballs forcibly gouged out, and he threw them on the street with them.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and laughed, it seems that there is no need to look forward to tonight.
Swimming like a snake, Ye Qingxuan climbed over two beams and saw some lights on another street, so he flew over.
Every city has a bit of nightlife, especially a business-oriented city.
The same is true for Guangshou Prefecture.
The place where Ye Qingxuan came in the middle of the night was one of the several night markets in Guangshou Mansion.
The street was clear and cold, only groups of people in twos and threes gathered in front of a few food stalls to drink and chat.
Ye Qingxuan glanced at it, then couldn't help smiling, and ran to a snack stall.
Hot soup, fragrant wontons...
Two huge iron buckets, one can boil water to cook wontons, and the other is filled with all kinds of things...
The one who cooked the wontons was the fat man who almost knocked Ye Qingxuan down, and the ones who ate the wontons were three fellows from the Confucian Academy. A lesson learned by people.
Ye Qingxuan sat down on the empty seat in front of the big fat man.
"eat?"
"eat."
The other party asked, Ye Qingxuan answered.
The big fat man had no expression on his face, and his short, thick fingers deftly changed. He wrapped the dough and meat stuffing into exquisite wontons. There were more than 30 wontons, and they threw them directly into the soup pot.
"It turns out that these guys are in your iron bucket..." Ye Qingxuan looked at it and said with a smile, "I thought you were just carrying an empty bucket and using it as a sledgehammer..."
"They're all people who eat." The fat man wiped his sweat with a towel, and replied unsuspectingly, "When you need to use it, you can use it..."
Woo...
On the other side, the young man who was angry before suddenly burst into tears, which made the other two even more angry.
After receiving the huge bowl of wontons handed over by the fat man, Ye Qingxuan took a sip of the hot soup and asked at the same time, "Which song is this from?"
The big fat man sat aside, took out a dry pipe, and said disdainfully: "What can some youngsters do for it? It's either for face or for women..."
Ye Qingxuan let out a chuckle, "Are you very old? Well, this soup is really good, tsk, this wonton is even better. If you concentrate on this business, opening a wonton chain may be more important than being a killer. make money… "
Seeing the crying young man next to him, Ye Qingxuan didn't know why, but felt very hungry.
The fat man's eyes flashed brightly, and he said hesitantly: "Many people can recognize my identity as 'Wonton Hou', but many people also lost their lives because of talking too much."
Ye Qingxuan smiled without saying a word.
Back then, not only Ye Qingxuan, but also his second senior brother Feng Qingyan had pretended to be a killer in order to find out the news of "Blood Fiend", so he had a little understanding of the gang of killers in the underworld.
The master rankings in the world are actually subdivided into many types. The most famous ones are the "Tian Jue Bang" and "Di Jue Bang". List", "Famous School List", "Green Forest List"...
And among these, the most secret is the "blood list" of the killer world.
On the list, the top killers in the world are ranked based on the number of missions completed and their difficulty.
For a long time, the number one is of course Sikong Jianchou, who is known as "the world's number one killer", followed by Yan Wuchang, the "ghost sword", Yan Sheng, the "green-faced ghost", and so on...
Because the master of the blood fiend was killed by Ye Qingxuan and others, and fled, the "Blood List" has recently undergone a major update.
The big fat man carrying a pair of iron buckets in front of him is even the "Marquis of Chaos" Hou Ting who has recently gained fame.
To say that he has become famous recently is actually a bit unfair to him. After all, he was an outstanding killer who was ranked only behind several masters of Xue Fiend back then, but he was suppressed by Xue Fiend for a long time, so he did not stand out just now.
But after the blood demon was shattered, the business of asking people to hunt down and kill the enemy was indispensable in the world. As the top-ranked Hou Ting, he naturally took on a few high-priced but difficult tasks. It just so happened that Hou Ting took on such an order. , One order made him famous.
Murong Zhuhai, one of the eight great clans, the patriarch of the "Murong Family", and one of the five great swordsmiths in the world, was seriously injured under his assassination.
Among the accompanying masters, three were killed, including Ye Qingxuan's old acquaintance, "Spear Sect" Cao Sheng's most proud disciple and nephew Cao Zhengdong.
Once Cao Zhengdong died, the entire Cao family would be scattered.
It's just this incident that immediately made "Wonton Marquis" Hou Ting the most promising killer besides Sikong Jianshou.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't remember the identity of the other party at first, but this bowl of wonton in the middle of the night reminded him of his real body instantly.
Ye Qingxuan gulped down the whole bowl of wontons. In the end, he drank not a drop of the soup. He burped and asked with a smile, "This wonton is really delicious. Is there any secret recipe?"
Hou Ting chuckled, glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and said slowly: "It's not a secret recipe, it's very simple, just use human flesh..."
Ye Qingxuan's expression turned ugly immediately, and he almost vomited out on the spot.
Hou Ting's chubby face smiled even brighter.
ah-
At this moment, another scream came from the middle of the night.
However, this time the direction of the screams was not the backyard where the ghost palace was located, but another direction.
In addition, and more importantly, the screaming voice was so familiar.
Hoo, hoo hoo...
Almost instantly, everyone present, including Ye Qingxuan, disappeared, leaving only the still vigorous charcoal fire, where the wonton soup was boiling.
The figures flew around, and after crossing three alleys in a row, several figures turned over and landed in a remote courtyard at the same time.
Ye Qingxuan hid his strength and deliberately fell behind a few positions. When he landed, Hou Ting and three masters from the Confucian Academy had already arrived there.
The young man who was crying just now glared at Ye Qingxuan angrily, then turned his head to look at the murder scene.
But here, apart from the people at the wonton stall, their clothes were broken, and there were a few more figures.
Yin Sheng, Yin Rong, lingering ghosts, before he could speak, he was crying non-stop.