Chapter 288 A middle-aged man who guarded a Jiazi.
"Divide it, we can't eat it alone!"
Looking at Feng Yuyan, Huang smiled and explained: "This is Han territory after all. With Shen Buhai's participation, it will be much more convenient."
"Not only does it mean we don't need to be at odds with South Korea, but it also makes us safer."
Having said this, Huang's sharp eyes passed over everyone: "I hope that in the end, everyone can leave alive instead of being here!"
Hearing this, Feng Yuyan nodded.
"good!"
The little Taoist priest nodded and disappeared.
"The underworld has changed its course. I'm afraid there is nothing here except death!" Feng Zheng frowned and expressed his inference.
"Haha, don't you want to see the traces of Huang Quan?"
The smile on Huang's face was bright and meaningful: "Besides, who said there are only dead people here? Isn't there an official office here?"
Looking at Feng Zheng, Huang said to the corpse: "Find a wine stall, let's go have a drink!"
"good!"
Huang knew in his heart that after learning from the mistakes of Yin Xu, it would be difficult to introduce high-ranking monks into it, and there were already enough people around him.
Nowadays, these people have constant problems.
Everyone has their own thoughts.
Seeing the calmness on Huang's face, Feng Yuyan couldn't help but said, "National Master, is there really a underworld here?"
"Nine times out of ten!"
Huang patted Feng Yuyan on the shoulder: "When Zheng Zhuanggong went to Huangquan, the entrance should be within the Chengying official office. You can use your mind power to explore it!"
At the wine stall, Huang was holding wine and smiling broadly.
"good!"
Feng Yuyan nodded.
The wine stall where the body was found is not far from the government office.
This is also the only resting place near the government office.
"Are these guests here to follow the story of Duke Zhuang?" A middle-aged man said with a smile as he was about to bring the food and wine to go with the wine.
"Um!"
The corpse nodded, then turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Does the shopkeeper know?"
"Every year, people come here, and some go to the government offices, but without exception, they all leave in a hurry."
The middle-aged man smiled and explained to the corpse, "This official office is only crowded during the day, and the same is true for my wine stall."
"At sunset, everyone will leave."
.......
After taking a sip of wine, Huang looked over. Seeing the corpse, he quickly asked: "Shopkeeper, is there any explanation for this?"
"There is no explanation, there is just a rumor that has been going on for many years."
The middle-aged man smiled brightly: "Speaking of after sunset, this place does not belong to living people, and all living people who stay here will die."
"I don't know if it's true or not, but I've been staying here all these years, but I haven't seen him since then!"
"I'm going to do my work. Guests, you'd better leave as soon as possible!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man turned and left.
"National Master, this man has cultivation!" Zhizi said to Huang, "Although he has been suppressed, his faint aura still exists."
"Let the Twelve Shang people find out if this person is always here."
A flash of fierceness flashed in Huang's eyes, and he turned to the corpse and said, "Especially this wine stall, or is there always a shop near the official office?"
"good!"
Nodding in agreement, the corpse turned towards Huang: "National Master, have you noticed it too?"
"This person's behavior is a bit abnormal. Logically speaking, he shouldn't come up to him, but..."
Having said this, Huang pointed around the official office: "There is only one wine stall here. You are definitely not an ordinary person who dares to open a wine stall here!"
"Um."
Huang actually understood that the reason why the other party came up to talk was that he meant to let them leave early.
He noticed the cultivation level of Nangong Qingcheng and others.
Moreover, the other party most likely knows who they are.
Deep in the wine stall, a look of solemnity flashed across the eyes of the middle-aged man: "Master Qin, I have given you the opportunity, it depends on your choice."
"As long as the other shore flower matures, you will all die if you stay here!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man stroked the boning knife in his hand, his eyes full of ferocity.
.......
"Old man Feng, pay the bill!"
Huang stood up and nodded to the middle-aged man: "Let's go!"
"good!"
They left the wine stall and walked all the way to the guesthouse where they were staying.
"National Master, according to the people in the city, thirty years ago, before the official office, it was not a wine stall, but a guest house. An older person told me that there used to be a hook bar here."
"..."
"The person who opens the guesthouse is an old man, and the one who opens the hook-up bar is a young man in white..."
After hearing this, Huang pondered for a long time: "It seems that he has been staying here all these years. There must be something he wants in the official residence or in the underworld."
"He's biding his time!"
"National Master, when is the time?" Feng Yuyan asked.
Glancing at Feng Yuyan, he smiled wildly and said, "Maybe it's the time to bloom, maybe it's the time for the fruit to mature, or even the time for something to appear."
At this point, Huang changed the topic and said, "Nangong, Zhizi, can you two feel how strong the other is?"
Among the group of people, Feng Yuyan and Zhizi have the lowest cultivation levels, but Zhizi has a superficial grasp of time and space, and his perception is extremely keen.
And the strongest one is Nangong Qingcheng.
However, the little Taoist priest is extremely talented. In some aspects, even Nangong Qingcheng is not as good as the little Taoist priest.
But the little Taoist priest is not in Chengying now.
Hearing this, Nangong Qingcheng and Zhizi looked at each other. Nangong Qingcheng was the first to speak: "To be honest with the Imperial Master, this person is a powerful enemy. I can't sense the depth of his strength at all."
"But, the other party at least has a golden elixir!"
"Even if I use all my cards, I am no match for him. Even if I join forces with my junior brother, I can only do it on my own at most, and there is no guarantee whether the opponent will be seriously injured."
After seeing Nangong Qingcheng finish speaking, the corpse also said in a deep voice: "National Preceptor, this person is very strong. He can instantly kill me, and he can also instantly kill anyone except the Imperial Preceptor."
"As for the national master, unless he has been alert for a long time and relies on his keen spiritual sense and fighting instinct, he can avoid being killed instantly."
"There is almost no chance of victory."
Hearing the words of Nangong Qingcheng and Zhizi, Huang's heart sank: "Zizi, if the little Taoist priest and Nangong Qingcheng join forces for one attack, then you, Twelve Shang, Jiang Huanyue, Feng Yuyan, and Feng Zheng join forces for the second attack."
"In the end, it's up to me to do the last hit?"
Hearing this, the corpse muttered for a long time: "We are all dead, and both the national master and the opponent will be injured. It is possible that one will die and the other will be injured."
"As expected of a strong man who dares to covet the treasures in the underworld alone!"
Huang is not surprised by this statement.
The other party has been guarding it for so many years, so it is natural that he is capable.
At this thought, Huang sighed: "I once heard that there are eight hundred miles of Huangquan without flowers and leaves. Only a kind of seed called Manzhu Shahua can be planted in Huangquan..." This chapter has been completed!