Outside the Demon Castle, the gate was still open. Gu Ye, Ox-Head and Horse-Face were guarding the gate, watching the twinkling bonfires appearing in the distance, as if someone was constantly camping outside the Demon Castle.
"These people have set up camp outside the Demon City."
"I'm afraid he wants to do something bad to us."
"Why don't we take the initiative?"
"Kill him without leaving a single piece of armor."
Gu Ye listened to the conversation between the two people, which seemed to be a play, and rubbed his eyebrows helplessly: "Now that you are so powerful, why didn't you go up and kill that old man Long just now?"
"Old Fourth Gu talks too much."
"Forget it, forget it, the city gates are closed!"
Gu Ye said anxiously: "Don't close the city gate. I just sent out a command to summon people back to the city. Are all the brothers back now?"
Niu Tou thought for a moment and said, "There are nine evils in the Demon City. The two of us brothers, you, Zhao Lao San, Ye Lao Er, Yan Lao Qi, six of us are in the city."
The Horse-Faced Guard nodded and said, "The other three should be on their way back. We have already sent people to look for them. They should all be back today. But will those people outside let them come back?"
Gu Ye sneered: "Those people outside are just worried that we won't be able to gather together."
The head of the Wang family placed the Zhu Yan longbow on the table, took out the wine pot and wine glass, and began to drink by himself. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of looking down from a high place, squinting his eyes from time to time to savor it carefully. Those people in Shanglin Palace had already left, and tonight, they should return to peace.
But just when he narrowed his eyes and was about to drink another glass of wine, the glass in his hand was snatched away by someone.
"This is Tu Su wine!" A young and cheerful voice sounded in the pavilion.
"Hmm?" The head of the Wang family frowned slightly.
"Who!" The Wang family disciples outside the pavilion realized that someone had sneaked into their tent. They drew their swords and rushed forward to surround the pavilion.
I saw a young man in ragged clothes holding up the wine glass, putting it to his nose and sniffing it hard, then he raised his head and drank it all, then he made a satisfied sound and said with emotion: "Good wine, good wine!"
"How dare you!" Some of the Wang family disciples wanted to rush forward to teach this young man who looked like a beggar a lesson, but the Wang family patriarch stopped them with his hand. The Wang family patriarch smiled and said, "Who is this young master?"
The young man scratched his armpits, as if he had fleas on his body, but after scratching for a long time, he pulled out three dice, and threw them gently on the table: "Why don't we play a game of dice? If you win the bet, I will tell you who I am."
The head of the Wang family shook his head: "Originally I was still wondering who you were, but now when you threw the dice, I know who you are."
"Don't, don't, don't say anything. Wait until you finish playing this round of dice." The young man threw the dice in his hand high into the air, and then they landed steadily on the wooden table, one, two, and two, a total of five points.
The head of the Wang family smiled and slapped his hand on the table. The three dice jumped up again: "You are the sixth of the nine evils in Demon City. You will lose every time you gamble."
The dice fell on the table one by one, two, two, and two, a total of six points, which was just enough to win the young man by one point.
"This one doesn't count. Let's try again." Zhang Adou waved his hand unyieldingly and took the three dice back into his hand.
"Don't bet. You're still wearing tattered clothes when you go back to the city now. I don't want to go back to the city with a loser who's only wearing shorts." A voice with some disgust suddenly sounded above their heads. The Wang family disciples hurriedly looked up and saw a young, pretty and lovely girl sitting on the pavilion, supporting her chin with her hand, looking at the Demon Castle below.
Zhang Adou shrugged, resting one hand on the table and playing with the three dice with the other hand. He looked at the head of the Wang family in front of him, and after a moment he suddenly said, "Lingran, you can't kill him."
Just as he finished speaking, the top of the pavilion was suddenly split in half by a sword, and the woman who was originally sitting on the pavilion fell down with the sword.
Zhang Adou sighed lightly, jumped out of the pavilion, turned around and walked down the mountain.
Not long after, the girl caught up with him and walked side by side with him.
"I told you that you can't kill him." Zhang Adou held his hands behind his head and spoke in a leisurely tone.
"I wish your luck in gambling could be as good as your luck with your mouth." Ling Ran put a rapier back into his waist.
"The fifth seat in Castlevania is Ling Ran." The head of the Wang family stretched out his hand and gently shook off the dust on his body.
"Master, do you want to chase him?" asked the guard next to him.
"No need, let's build another pavilion." The head of the Wang family said lightly.
At the foot of the mountain, the green sedan chair was being carried slowly forward, and a scholar carrying a book box on his back was walking towards the sedan chair. The scholar was holding a book in his hand and was reading it with great interest, shaking his head from time to time, silently reciting a few lines of poetry, and sometimes stopping to ponder the deep meaning of the book.
"Mr. Long, do we want to drive this person away?" asked a young disciple who was escorting the sedan chair.
"Keep going and don't worry about him." Mr. Long replied.
Finally, when the scholar was about to bump into the sedan chair, he suddenly turned sideways and walked past the sedan chair, still holding the book in his hand, his eyes never moving away for a moment, truly fascinated.
"Stop the sedan." The old man in the sedan said in a deep voice, and the sedan stopped.
The scholar continued walking forward on his own, ignoring what was happening behind him.
"Mr. Xiao." the old man called out.
The scholar finally stopped, put away the book in his hand, turned around and bowed his head slightly: "Mr. Long."
"Long time no see." The old man said lightly.
"Not even now," the scholar corrected.
"Okay." The old man only replied with one word. He seemed to have something to say, but he didn't know how to start, so he remained silent for a long time.
The scholar also waited there for a long time.
A leaf fell, and the scholar reached out to pick it up. He looked at the fallen leaf in his hand and smiled, then put it into his book as a bookmark. He then put the book back into the bookcase, bowed to the sedan chair again, and turned to leave.
The young disciple escorting the sedan asked curiously, "Sir, do you know this person?"
"The leader of the Nine Evils of Demon City, Xiao Sheng." Mr. Long said in a deep voice.
The young disciple was surprised: "Big villain? But he looks like a weak scholar."
"The evil of a common man can kill a person. The evil of a scholar can kill a country." Mr. Long sneered, "Let's go. The next time we meet, he may show you what true evil is."