The hoarse voice said with a slightly cold voice: "Have you ever heard of yourself reporting your home before asking someone's name?"

Long Qi raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Long Qi."

Click.

An old oil lamp was placed on the bar, illuminating Long Qi's face and the old man's face.

"Longqi?" The old man's face was full of expression and he handed over a glass of red wine: "Is there anything wrong with me, the old guy who stepped into the coffin with half his foot?"

Long Qi was not surprised that the old man saw through his identity. If he had no ability, he would not come to him.

He took a deep breath and did not push the wine glass away, but just didn't look at it, looking at the old man with a slightly solemn expression.

"I'll ask something, something that the official channel can't ask."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of light suddenly flashed in his muddy eyes.

He took out a worn pipe from his pocket, pinched it a little and then lit the blue smoke. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while, letting the smoke swim in his lungs for a long time before he slowly vomited it out.

Strangely, what happened just now was still bursts of pure white smoke. After being spit out by the old man, it turned into dark smoke.

"There are other things that the big men in the Martial Arts Alliance who don't know?"

Long Qi's face was a little strange. The old man's temperament made him a little unpredictable. He pondered a little and said, "Senior is well-informed and should know what I want to ask."

The old man exhaled a sip of smoke gently, closed his eyes and took out a cigarette clip from his arms, and shook the ash in the pipe. Long Qi looked at it, but found that after only two puffs, the tobacco in the pipe had turned into ashes.

His expression changed slightly, and he looked up at the old man in surprise. Being able to turn all the tobacco in a pipe into ashes in two mouthfuls means that the old man's body has reached an amazing coordination, and even the lungs in his internal organs have been connected to such an extent.

If he asked him to guess, I'm afraid this old man would only be higher or lower than himself.

Long Qi frowned, stepped a little, his whole body tense and ready to go. He could not tell where the old man was and what position he was.

What's more, such a strong master actually opened a bar that no one cares about in such a broken place. It's not normal for him to think about it.

The old man's eyes were like lightning, and he instantly saw through Long Qi's thoughts and said with a sarcastic sarcasm: "Don't be so nervous. If I want to kill you, you will be in a different place when you enter the door, and you will still have the intention to drink my precious ale?"

Long Qi was unmoved, with awesome expression. The flow of energy in his body was ready to take action at any time. His long-term experience of wandering on the edge of life and death made him develop a good habit.

Have self-knowledge.

The old man in front of him is definitely not an opponent he can deal with. He can only hope that the distance between the bar and the store is not long and that he can leave enough time to escape after he takes action.

It is impossible for him to believe that this old man really has no strange intentions because of just a few words. He can practice the Martial Saint alive by his caution and sense of smell.

Long Qi's face was solemn, his steps kept moving backwards, and Han Sheng asked, "Who are you?"

The old man shook his head, as if he was helpless, but he did not stop Long Qi from retreating. He just took the glass of ale poured on the table and drank it himself, and then said calmly.

"I can't remember my name anymore. The evil beasts on this street call me... Old Mai, you don't mind, you can call me like this."

Long Qi's eyes flashed slightly, and of course he was not asking for the name: "Senior, I think you know very well what I'll ask again."

The old man opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Long Qie, and smiled and said, "Haha, you want to ask about the evil god."

Long Qi paused, and a gleam burst into his eyes: "Senior knows the whereabouts of the evil god?"

The old man chuckled and shook his head.

Long Qi frowned, but then he returned to normal and smiled and said, "Senior, please offer a price?"

"Give a price?" The mysterious old man sneered, and looked at Long Qi with a little malicious intention: "Do you think a martial saint who can open an unpopular bar in such a broken place would want money?"

Long Qi looked silent, took a few steps back, observed coldly, knowing that if the old man took action, he would not give him a chance to escape. His vigilance increased again and said in a deep voice: "What do you want at the senior?"

The mysterious old man's eyes flashed, and a hoarse voice came: "The old man has no hobbies, he likes to play with some old things from the past, but now most of these things have disappeared. Otherwise, they are hidden in the museum. Can you get it?"

Long Qi pondered for a moment, then looked up at the mysterious old man: "You can try it, but I must first know the whereabouts of the evil god."

"Ha..." The mysterious old man laughed sarcastically and looked at Long Qi jokingly: "You really believe it. It is rumored that the king of the grassland is as smart as a demon. Why do he become so stupid when talking about the evil god?"

Long Qi paused, looked at the old man with a little cold look, and said in a deep voice: "Senior, what does this mean?"

"Do you think I will really know the whereabouts of the dignified evil god? He died at the hands of the werewolf."

Long Qi's face changed and his face fell into loss. Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and after a while, he had returned to calm when he opened it again.

He let out a breath, bowed respectfully to the mysterious old man, then turned around and walked out the door.

The mysterious old man looked at Long Qi's back with dim eyes. He only touched the wrinkles on his face when he was about to step out of the room and said in a deep voice: "Wait."

Long Qi turned his head and looked at the mysterious old man with a little confusion.

"Does that evil god have a good relationship with you?"

Long Qi nodded and said solemnly: "Friends of life and death."

The mysterious old man paused his movements, looked up at Long Qi's eyes and changed a little. After a long time, he snorted and took a few pieces of paper from the bottom of the stage.

"Come and have a look, maybe there is the information you want."

Long Qi was overjoyed and quickly walked over, picked up a few pieces of paper on the bar, and looked at it with a fixed eye.

The young master of the Shen family in Luohai City was plotted against... It's wrong.

Dragon, throw this one away.

The internal struggle in Qingcheng Mountain is becoming more intense...it's not right!

...

The Tang family in Minzhong City was destroyed by a mysterious man. Two great masters were killed, one of whom died of excessive bleeding...

Long Qi raised his eyebrows, this was the last one in his hand.

Two great masters were killed... the person who proved that they were killed was at least a martial saint...

He grabbed the piece of paper in his hand, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

Death due to excessive bleeding is cruel, and it is equivalent to letting the deceased watch his life pass through before his eyes.

Who would be the one who could come up with such a killing method?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!