The three Qi-training monks who were blocking the door were just paid workers, so they wouldn't really put their lives on the line.

When the three of them heard what Su Xing said, they knew that the other party had no intention of continuing to take action, so they nodded together to show that they had remembered Su Xing's words.

But Su Xing was still a little uneasy.

After thinking for a few seconds, he added: "I have already written down the appearance of the three of you... If I am wanted tomorrow, I don't need to say more about what the consequences will be for you, right?"

After saying the harsh words, Su Xing picked up the detonator's storage bag and dagger, and then turned into a translucent state and disappeared into the wall.

outside the house.

Seeing Su Xing walking out through the wall, the three Qi-training monks froze on the spot.

After a long time, a monk said: "That person...did he go out directly through the wall?"

"Maybe."

Another monk looked around and said anxiously: "What should we do now?"

Maybe he was worried that Su Xing had not gone far.

The third monk suggested: "How about we do what the man just said and report it directly to the city lord's palace?"

"I think it's okay."

"I agree too!"

…

evening.

On the street in the east district of Moluo Tiancheng.

The City Lord's Mansion works very efficiently.

In just an hour or so, the news of Lei Guanshi's death spread from the elixir garden.

Even wanted posters have been posted on the streets.

The character painted on the wanted poster was a portrait of a monk eight feet tall, strong and bearded, which was almost exactly the same as Su Xing's description.

The three monks followed his instructions and reported it to the city lord's palace.

This also made Su Xing secretly relieved.

He returned to the street where his old man was and found him again: "I have decided, I want to find a place to live in the city."

"Looking for a place to stay?"

The old man was shocked when he heard this.

He glanced at the wanted notice that had just been posted, and asked in a low voice: "Shangxian, the person who killed the detonator, couldn't you be the one?"

"How is this possible?" Su Xing walked to the wanted poster and asked calmly: "Do you think the person in this painting looks like me?"

"Nothing like it at all!" the old man replied resolutely.

"As long as it doesn't look like that."

Su Xing felt even more relieved.

He took out a few spiritual coins from his storage bag and urged the old man: "It's getting dark soon. Take me to find a place to live quickly."

The old man really knows the situation in Chengdong District very well.

In just a moment, he helped Su Xing find a vacant house.

According to the old man, almost half of the houses on this entire street are vacant, and they are all owned by the same wealthy family.

I don’t know where this rich man made his fortune.

When he came out of the house to meet Su Xing, he was riding in a sedan carried by four mortal oxen and horses.

Behind the sedan were two scantily clad mortal girls.

In the house.

When the rich man saw the old man, he raised his head and looked like a nouveau riche: "That monk behind you wants to rent a house?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

After the 'old man' responded, he cautiously said to the rich man: "The person behind me is an immortal master at the fifth level of Qi training. He wants to rent a fairly spacious house from you."

"Hey, what happened to the fifth level of Qi training?"

After hearing what the old man said, the rich man showed disdain.

He seemed to be talking to the 'old man', and even more to Su Xingdao: "My brother has already reached the middle stage of foundation building. Isn't he still a nobody in this Moluotian?"

"Not small, not small."

The old man said flatteringly: "Who in the east district of the city doesn't know your brother's name?"

Listening to the conversation between the rich man and the old man, Su Xing finally understood the general idea:

As a mortal, this wealthy man was able to own an entire street in the land-rich Marathon without being plotted by anyone, all because he had a backer behind him.

Moreover, he still has the backing to support him in the middle stage of foundation building.

Su Xing would not dare to provoke such a person.

He said respectfully: "I would like to ask you, how much do you usually pay for the rent of this house every month?"

"The rent is not much."

Seeing Su Xing's humble posture, the wealthy man greeted him with a smile and said, "Since you are a monk, I will form a good relationship and receive ten spiritual stones from you every month."

Ten spiritual stones per month.

The rent sounds scary, but in fact it’s not that high.

In Moratian, because the land price is too high, even monks in the Qi training stage rarely rent an entire house alone.

During the Qi training period, most monks live in shared rooms with two or even three people.

As for the high-income group among ordinary people, there are usually ten or even twenty people crowded into a room, struggling to survive every day.

As for low-level mortals like the 'old man', they can only sleep on the street...

Others served as oxen and horses for wealthy households in the city, doing hard work such as running errands and carrying sedan chairs.

In the house.

Su Xing took out ten spiritual stones from his storage bag and handed them to the rich man: "I have a question that I can't figure out."

"What's the problem?" the rich man asked.

Su Xing said in confusion: "The streets in the east district of this city are almost full of mortals who have no land to live in... Since you have so many empty houses, why don't you rent them to those mortals?"

"Oh, rent it to them?" the rich man said disdainfully: "I would also like to rent it. The key is, do they have the money to live there?"

"Mortal people don't have money, so why don't you just sell it at a lower price? Isn't it just a matter of making more or less?"

"No, no, no, you don't understand."

The wealthy household explained to Su Xing: "Once the price of my house drops, other houses in the city will also drop... This will affect the interests of other wealthy households."

Hearing this explanation, Su Xing frowned, as if he remembered something unpleasant: "I really understand your explanation just now..."

As he said that, Su Xing patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a dagger: "Hey, after hearing what you said, I suddenly realized it."

Seeing Su Xing take out his dagger, the rich man subconsciously waved his hand, trying to make the horses and oxen carrying the sedan chair move back a little.

But for some reason, the four cows and horses were unmoved.

The wealthy family was a little anxious.

He spoke out to test Su Xing's attitude: "May I ask the immortal master, what did you realize just now?"

Su Xing flicked the tip of the sword with his finger and listened carefully to the buzzing sound coming from the blade.

He said calmly: "I just realized... Since I am so strong, why should I follow the rules everywhere?"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Fuhu suddenly felt that something was getting more and more wrong. He waved his hand again, signaling the cows and horses to keep some distance from Su Xing.

But the four people remained unmoved.

The rich man turned to look at the 'old man' again.

The latter lowered his head, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, as if he was thinking about something very important.

The wealthy people were scared.

He stood up and tried to get off the sedan, but because he was too fat, he rolled directly to the ground.

Su Xingxing stepped forward and stepped on the rich man's chest with his foot.

The latter panicked: "You can't kill me! My brother is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building!"

"Don't worry, my sword is very fast, you won't feel the pain at all." Su Xing comforted him, then swung his dagger and easily cut off the rich man's head.

The latter's head flew out from his neck, his eyes widened when he died, and a thought flashed in his mind.
To be continued...