There is a curfew in Sichun City, and there are gradually fewer and fewer pedestrians at night. Except for a few entertainment areas, almost everything is dark. You can only rely on people carrying lanterns, or use the light of the stars and the moon to travel.

Fan Zhong's house was naturally located in the residence of a wealthy family in the city. The people around him were either from scholarly families or from certain officials, or at worst, extremely wealthy people.

Lanterns with surnames written on them are hung on the doors of every house in the courtyard to prevent some people from coming at night and mistaking the door and causing a joke.

curfew?

For ordinary people and poor people, rules are rules, they cannot be changed and they must be followed.

But in the eyes of rich and powerful people, that stuff is nothing. Otherwise, why would they work hard to climb up? Is it to abide by the rules and set an example for others?

Zhang Zheng led his little attendant and carried many gifts.

More expensive rouge and gouache, or rare gadgets passed down from other places, etc. Although the business I received from my dead father-in-law is getting worse and worse, I still have to keep my face and maintain a superior attitude.

"You two little bastards, can you hurry up? After we finish visiting my future father-in-law, we have to go to the boat to celebrate."

The strength of the two followers was not as good as his talent, and their leg strength and physical strength were not only inferior.

In addition, I was carrying a lot of things in my hands, and after walking more than half the way, I was out of breath and couldn't help but slow down.

"Brother Zheng, how can the two of us compare to you!"

The follower who has followed him all year round and knows his temperament well, praised him without leaving any trace.

"Haha, yes, it is indeed embarrassing for you two."

Because of his son-in-law's background, he never refuses compliments from others.

Even if he knew it was a horse, he would happily accept it.

"Okay, okay, when I marry Fan Yan and get Fan Zhong's million-dollar fortune, I'll let you take medicinal baths a few more times. No matter what, you can at least become a good luck practitioner."

"Thank you so much, brother Zheng. We brothers will definitely go forward and do whatever you want." If the two of them weren't carrying objects, they would have been eager to put them in their hands and bow, at least kowtow a few times to express their gratitude.

"Okay, okay, as long as you serve me well, you will have a good life."

Zhang Zheng waved his hand and continued to walk proudly on the deserted streets.

"Tap tap tap..."

Footsteps were heard not far ahead, and the three of them looked through the halo of light emitted by the lanterns hung in front of the surrounding mansions.

A tall man whose face could not be seen clearly, who seemed to be holding a cigarette rod in his mouth, walked toward them step by step.

Anyone who walks on the street at night, ignoring the curfew, is either rich, powerful, or both.

"Don't pay attention. Just say hello to acquaintances. Treat strangers as if they didn't see you."

The man named Zhang told him to hurry up and get down to business.

But he never considered why rich and powerful people were not accompanied by two servants to serve them.

As the two sides got closer and closer, the strange man seemed to have discovered something.

"Eh? Lao Zhang!"

My voice is hoarse, as if I have smoked too much tobacco, which makes my throat less clear. It sounds very uncomfortable, and I feel strange in my heart.

"???"

Zhang Zheng stopped walking, secretly thinking that he had run into an acquaintance.

"You are?"

He stopped and asked, not wanting to lose etiquette.

People, the more they lack something, the more they care about it.

"Hi, I'm Lao Liu."

"Old Liu?"

Obviously, he was searching in his mind to find out how many people named Liu he knew.

Seeing the other party stop, the tall man with a cigarette in his mouth stepped forward. When they got closer, the two followers noticed something was wrong.

What the man was holding in his mouth was not a cigarette rod at all, but a bamboo tube about the thickness of two fingers. It looked like a profligate person using a smoking tool.

"just......"

Before the word "Brother" was spoken, the strange man spat it out softly.

A puff of smoke overflowed under the light of the lantern nearby, and accompanied by the gentle evening breeze, it blew across their faces in an instant.

No, it's not just smoke, but also unknown things, ground into powder.

Unprepared, the three of them sucked it into their mouths and noses.

"snort!"

The next second, a tearing pain spread all over the body, sending waves to the brain one after another.

"Bang!"

First, the two followers threw away all the gifts in one fell swoop.

"Plop!" "Plop!"

The two of them knelt on the bluestone floor and let out a series of cruel roars from their mouths.

At night, the painful wailing will not only fail to attract people who hear the sound, but will more likely make them turn around and leave.

After all, the theory of ghosts and gods has been enduring throughout the feudal period.

There are many people who do not go to the medical center to seek medical advice when they are seriously ill, but instead seek help from goddesses to exorcise ghosts.

Not just simple pain, but also severe pain and a strong feeling of vomiting.

For a moment, it seemed as if the world was hanging upside down, and the whole person seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. He couldn't struggle even if he tried, so he could only endure it in despair.

I thought that the poisonous smoke from the strange man was just like this, but who would have thought that the next moment, my mouth and nose seemed to be covered by a wet and thick cloth, making it difficult to breathe.

So, they struggled with all their strength. But what was heartbreaking was that along with the fierce struggle, breathing became increasingly difficult.

Compared with the two followers, Zhang Zheng, who had inhaled a large amount of poisonous smoke, had a more difficult time.

Without him, on the one hand, the quantity is large, and on the other hand, he is a practitioner of the luck level. Liuhemen's medicinal bath to improve joint flexibility and five senses was completed early.

The five senses are already sharper than those of ordinary people, but after being hit by "Tassi Maggot", "Blurry Mushroom", "Evil Pond" and other life-threatening, debuff-inducing and disgusting things, you have to endure the severe pain and nausea,

Difficulty breathing, rising in a straight line.

Even if you are a master of luck, you can break a stone into powder with one palm. At this time, let alone 12% of your strength, even a single move of your fingers is like reaching the sky.

"you......"

Holding back all kinds of negative states, he raised his head stubbornly and just uttered a word.

I saw the strange man raised his right palm and struck it hard on his chest with lightning speed.

"Bang!!"

Zhang Zheng only felt a powerful bombardment, and his whole body flew backwards, knocking away two followers who were kneeling on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, an unfamiliar force penetrated from the chest into the muscles, passed through the meridians, and exploded on the bones.

"Kacha——"

Perhaps it was because of his flashback that he raised his hand and opened the shirt on his chest.

In the center of the sternum, a palm print came into view clearly.

"Okay...a...door...gold...silk...palm..."

"I'm not... unwilling... unwilling..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his vision went dark, and there was no more sound.

He Zhao put the homemade concealed weapon on his mouth back into his wide sleeves and slowly stepped forward to check whether the person was really dead.

In the movies and TV shows in the real world alliance, there are endless ways to cheat death, and both the good and the bad guys have suffered big losses.

When he was three steps away from Zhang Zheng, he suddenly stood up, rushed forward with a loud noise, raised his right palm high, and brought it down hard.

"Crack!"

The energy in the body once again dropped sharply, passing through the opponent's skull and blasting into his brain.

That’s it, even the gods can’t come down to earth to save you.

Speaking of the other party's posture after death, it's a bit interesting.

The man surnamed Zhang was kneeling on the bluestone slab, with his clothes open on his chest. A handprint was clearly printed on it, and his head was lowered, as if to apologize.

He turned his head and looked at the two little followers who were lying on the ground with blurred eyes.

This morning, at Xia Yu Pavilion in Chunhua Building, you two were the only ones who kept praising him, weren't you?

Want to kill me?

"snort!"

Stepping forward, each person received a palm, which hit their respective Heavenly Spirit Caps.
To be continued...