Chapter 67
Who in the local area doesn't know what happened back then? That kid named Yuan Xi used his ancestral prescription to cure someone, seeking neither fame nor profit. But he was targeted by Uncle Shen and forcibly taken away, his body eventually discovered in a mass grave... It was truly tragic! That kid must have been in agony before his death, right?
Yuan Xi, who immediately logged off and abandoned his account after realizing there was no hope of escape, said: "It's tragic. I worked so hard to build this account, and now it's gone. It doesn't hurt, though. As long as I log off quickly enough, the pain won't catch up to me."
The locals actually knew that there was something fishy about this matter. Although Uncle Shen was greedy and lustful, it was unlikely that he could understand the value of a prescription. The mastermind behind this matter was definitely someone else. However, they only dared to think about these things in their hearts and did not dare to say more.
"It's him..." Seeing that the person who broke in from outside was Uncle Shen whom he had met before, Bei Qiao slowly retracted his forward leaning body and sat up straight, raising his fan to cover his mask lightly: I hope his eyes won't be so sharp.
Master Shen San didn't look at the second floor. He was anxious to find someone to blame and glared at the people on the first floor. He ignored the old hands who had escaped in the chaos. He walked to the front of the stage with his belly bulging and his hands behind his back. He raised his fat chin and grinned at Tan Ming on the stage: "Boy! Be sensible! Don't say some things nonsense..." It's strange. The more he looked at this brat, the more familiar he seemed. After looking at him for a long time, he felt a chill on his back.
Tan Ming didn't answer, nor did he put down his fan. Looking at the arrogant Third Uncle Shen before him, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly behind his fan, and he gently moved his hand under the table to the side. The next second, there was a loud bang, and the entire Guatian Teahouse suddenly shook violently. Debris from the ceiling fell from the second-floor roof all the way to the ground on the first floor, splashing a cloud of dust.
"Shit, is the building going to collapse? Run!" The guests on the first floor, who had been trying to watch the excitement, suddenly rushed out, wishing their parents had given them two more legs. The thugs hired by Uncle Shen were scattered by the crowd. Two thugs who didn't know how to perform Qing Gong were swept out of the teahouse by the crowd. The remaining thugs who knew how to perform Qing Gong took off and tried to rejoin Uncle Shen, but they collided with other guests who were also trying to escape using Qing Gong and fell back into the crowd. If they hadn't gotten up in time, they would have been trampled to death.
"Master, please leave!" "Miss, I'm sorry!" Seeing the teahouse still shaking, the guards standing by on the second floor immediately stepped forward to help their young master and young lady up, then broke through the nearest window and left. The second floor had many windows and few customers, so it took only a moment for them to escape. Even after they left, the guests on the first floor were still crowding at the door and windows, desperately struggling to get out.
"What idiot built this building? It's going to collapse after just a few years?" Bai Lu, lowered to the ground by the guards, spat dust from her lips and brushed it off her head. The second floor was closer to the ceiling, and when the building shook, everyone there was showered with dust. Bai Lu was the worst hit, having been misplaced. Not only was there dirt on her body, but also on her head and in her mouth.
"It's not about the building. I smell gunpowder. That damn Shen San must have offended someone. Bah, bah, bah... It must be targeting him! We are just unlucky to run into him, bah, bah..." Zhou Nuo, who was sitting at the same table with Bai Lu, was also wiping her face with a handkerchief in embarrassment. Among the dozen or so tables of guests on the second floor, they looked the most embarrassed.
Originally, they were leisurely drinking tea and watching the fun on the second floor. When Uncle Shen broke in, they wanted to use him to find out who was behind this Guatian Teahouse. They didn't expect that they would get themselves into such an embarrassing situation now.
"Was the building blown up? Didn't it collapse?" A regular customer who had escaped earlier came over from a distance and said: If you can't eat other people's melons, you can eat the melons in the teahouse!
"Get out of the way! You're stepping on my foot!"
"Who knows what happened?"
"Where's Xiao Tan? Has anyone seen him?"
Qinggong is truly an essential skill for navigating the Jianghu... Bei Qiao, who had leaped from the window the moment the building shook, stood on the opposite street, dodging the crowd that had gathered to eat melons after escaping the teahouse. She then glanced at the people still crowding and trampling at the teahouse entrance. If she hadn't had Qinggong, she would have been one of them by now.
Brushing off the dust, Bei Qiao looked up at the second floor of the teahouse. The shaking had stopped, but the sounds of the interior collapsing continued. The terrified guests still inside struggled to get out, only to find themselves stuck at the door, unable to move, cursing and swearing.
"Where's Uncle Shen? Where did this bastard go?" Not all the guests who escaped from the second floor left. Some of the impatient ones had already rolled up their sleeves and were ready to find someone to settle accounts with. Regardless of whether there were losses or not, they were determined to make Uncle Shen bleed. Anyway, the reason was ready, so why not use it?
Ho, ho…Chen San, who was being cursed by everyone, was speechless at this time. He covered the wound on his abdomen that was broken by the icicles. He stared and twitched as he slowly fell to the ground. His consciousness gradually blurred: "Damn it, no wonder he looks familiar. The lower half of this kid's face is just like Yuan Xi's! But didn't I beat Yuan Xi to death a long time ago... "
On the platform, Tan Ming fiddled quickly under the table, completely dismantling and destroying the hidden weapon mechanism. He then flew out the second-floor window, a relieved smile on his face. "Although I haven't had time to act yet, never mind. It's the same if someone else kills me." It feels great to have clarity of thought. I should be able to sleep well tonight.
"Huh?" Bei Qiao noticed the storyteller leap out of the second-floor window, then, after a few leaps, walk away on a nearby rooftop. Others noticed him, too, and one leaped after him. A moment later, another returned dejected, having clearly failed to catch up.
This person's figure looks familiar... Bei Qiao lowered his head in thought: This is definitely someone I have seen in the past two days, but I just can't remember who it is.
"Third Master? Third Master!" The thugs who had finally squeezed back from the crowd found the financier lying on the ground and rushed over to him, wailing loudly: "Third Master, please don't scare the little one! Who will pay you if you die? You old stingy guy, for such a thing as hiring a killer, you only gave half an ounce of silver as a deposit!
You have time to cry, but no time to carry me to see a doctor? A bunch of useless things, cheap but not good... Uncle Shen tilted his head, stared at the ground and stopped breathing.
"What's going on? What happened in there?" A constable who was patrolling nearby heard the noise and rushed over to stop several people running out of the teahouse: "What are you doing in such a panic?"
"The building is going to collapse!" The person who was stopped struggled to run away: "Run!"
"What...oh my god!" The constable, sensing something was amiss, abandoned the man and quickly dashed across the street. In his haste, he nearly collided with a speeding carriage. Behind him, the signboard of the Guatian Teahouse had fallen, and the pillars inside were crumbling.
"What? He's out again?" A few miles away, in the Canghai Sect's headquarters, the Canghai Sect's headmaster was still busy with matters related to the martial arts conference in the front hall. When someone from Uncle Shen's courtyard came to ask for a meeting, he had just put down the book in his hand and dismissed the men who had angered the guest: "What's going on?"
The participants in the martial arts conference came from various factions, and the relationships between them were extremely complex. As the organizer of this year's event, he needed to make a lot of plans, trying to separate the guests with conflicts and prevent them from getting into accidents due to impulsiveness. Although he had a steward to share the responsibilities, there were some things he had to do himself. Because he was too busy, he hadn't paid attention to this troublesome brother for several days.
Worried that his younger brother might cause another death during the martial arts conference and offend the wrong people, he had previously issued an order forbidding anyone in the sect to serve as his younger brother's thugs. Unexpectedly, his younger brother actually hired a group of thugs from outside and went to cause trouble for the Guatian Teahouse. He was really more of a hindrance than a help.
Thug: What do you mean by hired? He's clearly getting it for free! He didn't even give me a deposit!
"Master, I really don't dare to stop you..." The servant who came to report the news knelt outside the door, shaking like a sieve.
"Alright, alright, I know everything. Lao Lu, send someone to bring him back." The sect leader waved his hand. "He's really not making any progress. There are so many people who say bad things about him. If we beat them all up, we wouldn't be able to finish them all even if we sent everyone in the sect as thugs." He lives a life of disgust and hate, yet he can't stand bad words. With this kind of arrogance, he still wants to meddle in the sect's affairs? Ha!
"Yes!" Steward Lu, who was standing by, accepted the order and was about to leave when he heard a flurry of footsteps outside the door. "Who's making a commotion outside? Don't you know it's time for the headmaster to handle matters now?"
"Something's wrong!" The servant who was pushed out to speak rushed into the door, his legs limp and he collapsed to the ground: "Third Master, something's wrong with Third Master!"
"What!" It's not about causing trouble, but about causing an accident?
By the time the Sect Leader had handed the matter over to Shen Yuan and personally arrived at the teahouse on horseback, Third Uncle Shen's body was left with only his undergarments. Fearing the wrath of the Canghai Sect, the thugs had already stripped Third Uncle Shen of his valuables and fled, fearing they would be punished later.
Thug: I’ve never done such a losing job!
The Guatian Teahouse was deserted, even the waiter had vanished. The guests who had fled to the street had already dispersed, some returning to their inn, some home, and some to the nearby restaurant across the street, where they sat on the second floor, sipping tea and looking down.
Bei Qiao was one of the people looking down from the second floor of the restaurant. She was currently at Ruyun Restaurant, a popular spot on the forums. According to the forums, the waiters here were known for their eloquence and gossip, and a tip would net them several pieces of gossip. As for the downsides, the food wasn't very good. Most people wouldn't order anything else after a visit, instead ordering a pot of tea and listening to the gossip.
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