Chapter 15 [Awareness]

Author: Caixinguaguagua

Chapter 15 [Awareness]

When Wu Dao left the Chihuo Mine.

Hundreds of miles away, in Qingyuan County, the important place of Guangqing Mansion, someone has already noticed him.

Inner city.

Sihai Gang Headquarters.

It covers an extremely large area and is a hinterland of luxurious and solemn garden architecture.

Wow~

Koi carps play in the water and lotus leaves are green.

Meng Huaishan, the contemporary leader of the prestigious Sihai Gang in Guangqing Prefecture, has white hair and a shawl, and his simple gray clothes cover his broad frame and strong old body. He squats by the pond, playing with bait and teasing the koi in the pond.

The temples are gray and wrinkled.

There is a warm smile on his vicissitudes of face that has been eroded by years of wind and frost. He reaches out and touches the koi carp vying for food. He is like a kind old man who is taking care of his life and makes people get close to him unconsciously.

The premise is.

Ignore the bloody and violent scene behind him.

Crack!

The long whip breaks through the air, and the skin and flesh are ripped open!

"No... I don't dare anymore... spare me once... ah!"

In the center of the courtyard, feeble screams kept ringing.

On top of the wooden pile.

A frail young man with disheveled hair and rich brocade clothes soaked in blood was being restrained and was being whipped by a thin, dark old man.

"Little bastard, your uncle has to give us Sihai Gang some face, otherwise he won't be able to be the county magistrate. You'd better..."

Crack!

Another whip.

The old man dressed as an elegant scholar has an extremely ruthless temperament. On his sinister face, the triangular eyes bloom fiercely: "You dare to compete with us for food, and you will eat the heart of a bear and a leopard will scare you!"

"No...I don't want it anymore...Changlefang...Changle Restaurant...all...are given to you...please let me go..."

The frail young man, who was tortured to the point of dying, almost lost the strength to speak, and kept crying for mercy.

"Hey, that's right. He who knows the current affairs is a hero!"

The sinister old scholar immediately beamed with joy, and took the initiative to untie the young man. With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to greet the servant beside him:

"Haha, inform the county magistrate and ask him to bring 10,000 taels to collect the people. The old boy has been plundering people's wealth recently."

The young man, who looked like a bloody gourd, was dragged away, leaving a long mark on the ground.

The old man Yin Prey stretched his body, held the blood whip, and asked the servant next to him: "Who is coming next?"

"To tell you what, Master, Mr. Chen from Jinxiu Cloth Shop in Shang County has a very strong bone."

The servant replied flatteringly.

"Hard? Haha."

The sarcastic look in Sanjiang's eyes flashed away, and he was about to say hello to be dragged up.

Click!

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of cracking floor tiles behind him, and the cold air like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month surged like a tide, making his body stiffen suddenly.

Covered in cold sweat, he turned around tremblingly.

The originally kind-hearted Meng Huaishan by the pool was now covering his chest, his face was as ferocious as an evil ghost, and the cold light in his eyes almost turned into a poisonous snake.

The fine stone bricks several feet below him became the first victim of his anger, shattering and collapsing into spider webs.

Everyone in the courtyard felt as if dark clouds were pressing over their heads, their hearts were being pinched by a big hand, and they were trembling with fear, as if they were facing an abyss.

"Master...what happened?"

Master Lu Yutao of the Sihai Gang lost his previous prestige, his teeth chattered, and he asked tremblingly.

He has followed Meng Huaishan for thirty years, and has witnessed with his own eyes the Sihai Gang's rise from the second and third level to the overlord of the entire government. Meng Huaishan showed no expression of joy or anger during the stormy journey. He has never seen him behave like this before.

Phew~

Meng Huaishan breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down his frightening aura, and forced himself to calm down, but still gritted his teeth slightly and said: "Go...go to Liuxiantang to see whose life lamp has been extinguished."

Liu Xiantang... Lamp of Life...

Lu Yutao was horrified. As the master of the Sihai Gang, he naturally knew the unknown dark side of the Sihai Gang and what Liu Xiantang did.

There is a big demon inside!

The Sihai Gang has suddenly emerged in recent years, and masters have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and behind them there is the shadow of the big demon.

If not.

The Sihai Gang simply did not dare to cover the sky with one hand and act unscrupulously in Guangqing Mansion. After all, in the final analysis, the rule makers who dominate the world are not ordinary people.

"yes!"

Lu Yutao didn't ask any more questions, bowed and left quickly.

After a while.

The pale-faced Lu Yutao returned to the courtyard, hesitating for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and bowed: "Master, it's... the fourth young master's life lamp has been extinguished."

"..."

Silence, depression, dead silence!

The temperature of the entire courtyard seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees, turning it into the coldest month of winter.

When Lu Yutao's back was soaked and his waist was about to be broken by the terrifying aura.

Meng Huaishan finally spoke, not as furious as he imagined, but as cold as ice: "Inform the third child Qingshan and ask him to hurry up and set off to the Chihuo Mine immediately to find out who Shuang'er provoked to get into trouble, Yao Yao

Has the matter been exposed?

If it's someone you shouldn't mess with, just pretend nothing happened.

If you are a rootless fanatic..."

Having said this, Meng Huaishan's eyes flashed with blood, and he opened his red mouth and spit out a small green snake that was about a foot long.

The little snake is full of energy and energy, has the same face as Meng Huaishan, and is extremely scary and strange.

"Kill Shuang'er and leave the mark of Liu Xian on his body. There will be reactions within one mile."

Meng Huaishan told him to give the little snake to Master Lu.

The end.

His expression changed, as if he remembered something again, and continued to give instructions: "Since that person can kill Qingshuang, his cultivation level must be high. To prevent unexpected changes, Qingyun can choose one of the five sharks from the Black Sea Hall to accompany him."

"Yes, yes, I will do it now."

Lu Yutao carefully noted it down, straightened his back, and said with a worried look on his face: "Sir, the people from Jingzhe in the imperial court have been keeping a close eye on us recently. It is possible that Liu Xian's affairs have been exposed.

If the five sharks are separated and transferred, the hall leaders from various places will not be able to rush to rescue immediately. If they take action..."

"Oh, no problem."

Meng Huaishan sneered and said with far-reaching eyes: "Nowadays, Dali is in a state of turmoil, humanity's destiny is declining, and demons and demons are breaking through the ground.

Jingzhe, the evil-suppressing sword forged by Taizu, has passed through the hands of several generations of faint masters and has long lost its former sharpness.

Suppressing those evil giants who have been suppressed for hundreds of years is already the limit. It is impossible to allocate much energy to control trivial matters like us. There are only two or three kittens, so we are not afraid.

Compared to them, I am more worried about King Nanyang..."

"King Nanyang?"

Lu Yutao looked surprised and continued: "How dare he?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Meng Huaishan's vicissitudes of life showed a little more solemnity on his face: "Nowadays, the world is filled with sorrow and corruption, and except for some foolish loyalists and stubborn stubbornness, the people's hearts have long been away from the 95th Five-Year Plan. If there is an actual uprising, there will not be many voices to protest, but there will be a response.

The King of Nanyang knew this, and in the past few months he had blatantly formed cliques in the nine prefectures of southern Xinjiang. His staff lobbied everywhere, and wherever he went, the wealthy gentry, local wealth, and government guards all surrendered.

Even the ancient hermit sects on the mountain and the thousand-year-old families at the foot of the mountain have spoken out.

Until now.

I’m afraid all that’s left is a piece of paper.”

"That would be troublesome."
To be continued...