Chapter 140: Get in the Oil Pan

Yan Qingqiu was waiting for him inside the door. He asked, "Is your question difficult?"

"It's not difficult." Li Rongsen just answered him casually.

There was still a door behind the two people, which was wide and big, as if made of stone, and he was slowly opening it.

It was pitch black inside the door, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Li Rongsen asked Yan Qingqiu: "I didn't expect it to be so dark. I should have brought a flashlight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "bang" and the room suddenly became brighter. Burning torches were installed on the wall in a row, and the layout inside could be seen clearly at a glance.

There is a passage going straight ahead, with small stalls neatly arranged on both sides.

Yan Qingqiu said, "Let's go in."

There are strange things on the stalls, both Western and Chinese, and it is hard to tell what era they are from. Each stall has a stall owner who looks even more strange, like an alien.

Li Rongsen didn't think much about it, he just followed Yan Qingqiu forward.

But Yan Qingqiu stopped in front of one of the stalls and asked, "Has she been here recently?"

"No." The man was not sitting facing forward, but with his back to him.

Yan Qingqiu saw that none of the poisons on the stall were missing, so he didn't doubt what he said and said, "If she comes, you must remember to give her the letter."

"She won't read it," the man said again.

"Just give it to her if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"When can you help me detoxify? I want to get out of here." The man turned around and almost scared Li Rongsen.

The man's face was covered with tumors as big as ping-pong balls, and they were bumpy and made people feel creepy. Li Rongsen instinctively turned his face to the side.

But the man stared at Li Rongsen and said, "This man is so handsome, I like this face." Then he reached out to touch Li Rongsen's face, but Yan Qingqiu knocked his hand away and said, "Don't touch him."

"I like his face," the man said again.

"Who is he?" Li Rongsen couldn't help but ask. He could clearly see the raging desire in his eyes and heard him saying in his heart, with this face, I can do a lot of things.

Yan Qingqiu said: "Even if you are cured of the poison, you can't turn into him."

"Even his voice is nice." The man's tone of voice had changed when he said this, and it was completely Li Rongsen's voice.

Li Rongsen was startled, but Yan Qingqiu had already grabbed his sleeve and ran away. He said, "Stop talking nonsense with that delusional guy. Let's get down to business."

Li Rongsen said, "That guy has some skills."

"He's too playful." Yan Qingqiu said with some disdain in his tone.

The two people turned left and saw another door with two people guarding it.

One of the guards said, "The city lord is resting."

"I'm here with a friend who wants to see the city lord." Yan Qingqiu pointed at Li Rongsen and took out two pills from his pocket, handed them to them, and said, "This tastes good, try it."

"Who doesn't know this is poison?" The two men disliked it.

"You think you won't be poisoned if you don't eat it. You'll be poisoned just by looking at it." Yan Qingqiu snorted disapprovingly.

Sure enough, the two guards fell down.

Li Rongsen said: "You really have some skills."

"They won't let anyone in. If you want to get in, you have to use your wits or force your way in. They have plenty of brute force, but they're a little stupid." Yan Qingqiu gestured to Li Rongsen to come in.

Inside the door is a hall with two tall screens on the left and right. The screens are painted with pictures of suffering in hell, which gives a creepy and eerie feeling.

"Go to the right." Yan Qingqiu said.

Walking to the right, after passing another screen, there is another hall. There, I see an old man sitting on a seat. His white hair is extremely long and divided into several bundles hanging on the ceiling, while his white beard hangs down to the ground.

Yan Qingqiu walked around his white beard, approached him, and said, "He said he wanted to buy something."

"What to buy?" the old man asked.

Li Rongsen was a little surprised. He, a man who looked a hundred years old, sounded like a boy of fifteen or sixteen.

"I know of a treasure that can protect safety. It is impervious to metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and is impervious to poison and evil. If anyone destroys it, they will be destroyed themselves. I want this thing."

"You're so arrogant! This is my West City's treasure."

"Someone also has a treasure."

"That's just to ward off evil and poison, it's just a trick. The treasure you want can last for thousands of years, how can it compare to that." The old man chuckled.

"Then I want him even more."

"Anyone who wants him is dead." After the old man said this, he turned the wooden stick beside him, and several sharp arrows flew out.

Li Rongsen dodged quickly. When he regained his balance, he saw arrows all around him. He said, "I heard that if I could see you, you would agree to his request."

"That's right." The old man nodded and added, "But you have to give something in exchange."

"I am willing to be a slave of West City. Please give me the treasure."

"You want the treasure, which is equivalent to wanting the entire West City. You have ulterior motives." The old man's tone was very unhappy. He turned the wooden stick again, and saw a big net going towards Li Rongsen.

Yan Qingqiu was quick to pull Li Rongsen over and said to the old man, "What's wrong with you? If you have something to say, why don't you just talk it over nicely? Why do you always have to use force?"

"Get out of here." The old man said as he waved his sleeve towards Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu dodged the strong wind and pulled out a strand of the old man's hair, letting it fall to the ground.

The old man went crazy and rushed over to hold his white hair, shouting, "You damn it, my hair, my hair, my hair can't get dusty, can't touch the dirty floor."

"Crazy old man." Yan Qingqiu sneered, and then said, "You're not afraid of your beard getting dirty, but you are afraid of your hair getting dirty. What's the point of being so pretentious?"

The old man said angrily, "The city lord is returning to the city today. I won't bother with you any more. Let the city lord decide your fate. You are dead!"

At this time, someone outside was heard shouting: "The city lord has returned to the city, the city lord has returned to the city."

The old man took advantage of Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu's distraction, tied them up with ropes, tied their ankles, and then hung them upside down on the beam.

The two people are like silkworm pupae.

"Hey, this stinky old man, put me down quickly, I feel dizzy." Yan Qingqiu was depressed.

Li Rongsen asked, "Do you know who the city lord is?"

"How would I know? I've never seen him." Yan Qingqiu snorted, then added, "It's just bad luck for us. The city lord will definitely exploit us when he returns. I heard he's vicious, cold-blooded, and moody."

"Then we are definitely going to die today." Li Rongsen frowned, he found that he could not move at all.

"I told you not to come, but you insisted." Yan Qingqiu felt extremely regretful, and then he began to blame himself, "Me too, why are you greedy for money? One million is not a lot of money in your place. You can't even buy a house to marry a wife."

"Shut up." Li Rongsen really couldn't stand it anymore. Not only did he look like a woman, but his personality was also like her.

At this time, the city lord walked in. He was wearing a black cloak and his appearance was completely invisible.

The old man immediately bowed and said, "City Lord, these two people want the treasure of West City."

The city lord was silent at first. He seemed to be sizing up Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu. After a long while, he coldly ordered, "Put them in the frying pan."

(End of this chapter)