In the slave market of the West Market, various shops hung up their banners, and there was a bustle of people coming and going, and the sounds of hawking were heard one after another.

As Li Jiuzhou walked, he refused the warm introductions of each businessman with a smile.

Wan Nanshan kept his eyes alert, scanning the faces of each businessman.

The passers-by around him were attracted by the foreign slaves, and no one noticed their hurried footsteps.

The two came to a clean shop. Li Jiuzhou stopped and said to the person in front of him: "Shopkeeper, I want to buy some Kunlun slaves."

This shop sells fish, and it is the only shop in the entire slave market that does not sell slaves.

And this shopkeeper was the businessman who Wan Nanshan had been secretly watching for a long time, and who sent the pufferfish to Yang Qixuan that day.

The shopkeeper used a twig to tease the fish in the bucket, and said in a rather impatient tone: "I only sell fish here, not Kunlun slaves."

"I was introduced by a friend. He said you have the best Kunlun slaves in Chang'an here. I'm not short of money. As long as there are really good Kunlun slaves, the price is easy to negotiate."

The shopkeeper's tone became slightly better and asked: "Which friend introduced me?"

"Admonition to the doctor Yang Qixuan."

The shopkeeper then raised his head and glanced at the two of them.

Li Jiuzhou was dressed in rich clothes, dressed like a young man from a rich family.

Wan Nanshan is dressed somewhat decently, but in comparison, he looks more like a servant.

"I was introduced by an acquaintance." The shopkeeper paused and said, "I don't have any here. If you really want to buy it, my companion has some."

Li Jiuzhou cupped his hand and said, "Please ask the shopkeeper to introduce it on your behalf."

"His Kunlun slaves are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. I don't know what you want to buy."

Wan Nanshan asked first: "What's the difference?"

"The low-class slaves, like most of the slaves in this market, know some skills in singing, dancing and musical instruments. The middle-class slaves know a lot, and their skills are better than most of the Kunlun slaves in this market."

Li Jiuzhou asked: "Then what is superior?"

"The so-called high-quality Kunlun slaves have skills that everyone else can do, such as summoning gods and controlling wind and rain. They are omnipotent and can ensure peace in their families, but the price is not something ordinary people can afford."

"Money is not an issue." Li Jiuzhou emphasized again.

"Then just pay the deposit first, and someone will deliver the Kunlun slave to your house when the time comes."

Li Jiuzhou became surprised: "The deposit is easy to negotiate, but how do you know where my mansion is?"

The shopkeeper dropped the twig in his hand, stood up, looked at him with a strange look, and then laughed: "The famous Li Shaoyin of Jingzhao Mansion, no one in Chang'an City knows him."

Li Jiuzhou secretly felt that something was wrong. He had deliberately concealed his identity, but he didn't expect to be recognized so quickly.

"That being the case, let me buy one to try first. How much is the deposit?"

The shopkeeper held out five fingers: "Fifty thousand dollars."

The deposit alone was equivalent to several hundred taels of gold. Wan Nanshan exclaimed: "It's so expensive."

Li Jiuzhou stretched out his hand to stop him and said to the shopkeeper: "It's not convenient for me to carry such a large amount of money with me. I only have a few thousand dollars. The rest will be paid together when the time comes."

The shopkeeper accepted the money and said with a smile on his face: "Then please ask Li Shaoyin to go back to the house and wait. When the time comes, prepare a group of Kunlun slaves to come to the house and let Li Shaoyin choose."

"When can it be delivered?"

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment: "It will be delivered to your house tonight."

All the way out of the West Market, Li Jiuzhou looked around and whispered to Wan Nanshan: "Since the businessman has recognized me, I'm afraid there is some fraud in it. Go back and gather some people to set up an ambush in my house."

"Since we suspected him, why didn't we arrest him directly and take such risks?" Wan Nanshan never understood.

"This businessman is a small fish, we want to catch the big fish behind him."

Wan Nanshan nodded, "That's right. To capture the thief, capture the king first."

Li Jiuzhou looked at his shoulder and asked, "How is your shoulder injury? Are your hands and feet still strong?"

"Dealing with these little thieves is no big deal." Wan Nanshan patted him heavily on the shoulder to show that he was fine.

Li Jiuzhou returned to his mansion first, and Wan Nanshan went to find more than ten experts and hid in various important places in Li Jiuzhou's mansion.

Li Jiuzhou told Wang Yuying and Zhang Xiaoluo to hide in the room and not come out, while he pulled up a chair and sat in the courtyard to wait.

The night is getting dark and everything is quiet.

It won't be so peaceful tonight. Li Jiuzhou glanced at the corner not far away. Wannan Mountain was well hidden.

Then he gently touched the dagger in his boots, turned his gaze towards the entrance, held his breath, and listened to every move outside the house.

Several knocks on the door came, and the shopkeeper arrived as promised.

Li Jiuzhou walked over and opened the door. The shopkeeper was accompanying the friend he was talking about, and behind him were a dozen dark-skinned Kunlun slaves in a neat row.

Li Jiuzhou glanced at the person next to the shopkeeper. He was dressed in black and had a cloak and a mask. He did not show his true face.

The shopkeeper cupped his hands and said, "This friend of mine has always been mysterious. Please forgive me, Li Shaoyin."

"Please come in." Li Jiuzhou held out his hand without any hesitation.

The man in black waved his hand, and a group of Kunlun slaves followed him into the courtyard in an orderly manner.

Li Jiuzhou looked carefully at the dozens of Kunlun slaves, and all of them had expressionless faces. The expressions on their faces were more lifeless than lifeless.

This suddenly reminded him of something.

The servant I saw in Yang Qixuan's mansion last night also had the same look.

"You can talk among yourselves. I'll take my leave first." The shopkeeper introduced the two of them and left.

"Shopkeeper, wait a minute." Li Jiuzhou stepped forward to stop him, but was grabbed by the man in black.

Not knowing what he was going to do, Li Jiuzhou turned his attention to him.

The man in black slowly pulled down his cloak and mask, revealing a face as dark as night, with a strange smile on his face.

It's the priest in Yang Qixuan's mansion.

not good!

The priest whistled a few times, and dozens of Kunlun slaves showed their blades.

At the same time, Wan Nanshan, who was ambushing in the mansion, also shouted loudly, and a dozen people rushed out from all directions to surround the Kunlun slaves.

It is said to be an encirclement, but actually it is a confrontation.

Both sides glared at each other for a few moments before raising their swords.

Their target was Li Jiuzhou. Li Jiuzhou rolled like a carp, dodged several oncoming knives, and retreated to the rear.

Those Kunlun slaves didn't know any martial arts, they just slashed and killed randomly with their swords, but they seemed to be possessed by a demon and didn't want to die.

There was a fight, and everyone was surprised. These Kunlun slaves did not know the pain. They were stabbed several times and did not bleed much, as if nothing happened.

Li Jiuzhou and Wan Nanshan were not so surprised after seeing them last night. In Li Jiuzhou's view, they were just a group of zombies, a group of bodies with no thoughts and only knowing how to fight.

Just the one person last night was enough to be surprised, but now there are more than ten people, and it is difficult to resist.

But the others had never seen such a scene, and they were frightened. While resisting in a hurry, several people were cut down.
Chapter completed!