Chapter 75 Under the Mask

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Late at night.

The crescent moon is curved like a moth eyebrow, and the milky white light pours down.

Lengxue and Yidianhong can't sleep, so they go out for a walk in the middle of the night. The buildings under the moonlight exude a cold light, like an ancient and silent ruin.

There are green leaves falling under the biggest and thickest pine tree during the day, but at this moment, the whole courtyard looks a little weirdly clean.

The forest on a summer night is full of insects and birds, but there is no human voice. The distant mountains are filled with hazy mist. Being in such a place is like accidentally entering a fairyland.

Yidianhong went out and saw Lengxue. They exchanged glances silently, and no one spoke to break the silence.

Wu Du was serious when he said he wanted to kill that man. The master that Yi Dian Hong had been afraid of for so many years turned out to be the foolish second master of Xue Family Manor.

Yi Dian Hong had seen Xue Xiaoren before. He was painted with rouge and powder, making his face colorful. His words were also completely foolish and ignorant.

A few words could not sum up Yi Dian Hong's feelings. The decision to disobey and kill the leader was far away from his original intention of meeting Wu Du.

"What does the Six Gates plan to do?"

Yi Dian Hong asked Leng Xue's opinion.

"I will investigate further." Leng Xue replied.

Until now, there has been no definite evidence for the claim that there is someone behind Yidianhong, the "world's number one killer". Now that they know the identity of that person, the Six Gates certainly cannot sit idly by.

"But I won't hinder you." Lengxue promised, "Revenge if there is a grudge, and complain if there is a grudge."

"...Thank you." Yidianhong said.

"There's nothing to thank for, I didn't do anything."

Both of them fell silent.

If you think about it carefully... the disciples of the Salted Fish Sect did the most.

The three of them messed up the whole martial arts world and caused so much hatred. Did they learn the same style of behavior from the masked leader? Yidianhong

said, "That leader is very strong."

Lengxue said, "You can tell."

"You can tell he's very strong just by looking at him."

Leader Bu made another unexpected appearance. The smiling mask suddenly appeared between the two of them, close at hand, just beside the cheek.

The moonlight shone through the eye holes on the mask, reflecting a pair of crystal clear eyes.

The two people jumped away in shock and distanced themselves from the leader. Lengxue and Yidianhong even grasped the hilts of their swords, but the leader did not move at all. Instead, he leaned back on the stone railing and waved to the two of them, looking very relaxed.

"Hello."

Bu Zao smiled at the two of them from behind the mask.

The system firmly believed that his sudden appearance to scare the two young men was a player's bad taste, and Bu Zao did not deny this.

——Because it is indeed very interesting.

Especially since the two people in front of him are very stable and calm, and they look at him vigilantly and defensively like a scared kitten.

Leng Xue really has the urge to draw his sword now. He coldly put down his sword-holding hand and said, "Even if you are Wu Du's master, you shouldn't eavesdrop."

The headmaster did not comment.

"The wind blew into my ears, how could I still say those words?"

He straightened up, raised his arm slightly, and stretched it towards Leng Xue.

Seeing the five fingers approaching, Leng Xue grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand, but the headmaster's hand landed on his shoulder first.

"You, why are you so hostile to me, the headmaster whom you just met?" The headmaster leaned forward, his eyes were close in the shadows, but as dark as the abyss, nothing could be seen clearly.

The headmaster said in a dull voice: "You don't know anything about me."

"I know I shouldn't judge people by appearance, but Wudu, as your disciple, doesn't even know your appearance or name. How can we be called master and disciple?"

The headmaster was close at hand, his figure covered Lengxue, and an invisible sense of oppression was pressing on his heart.

Lengxue was not afraid at all, and said in a low voice.

The headmaster burst into laughter that matched the smiley mask perfectly. He raised his hand and patted Lengxue's shoulder, again and again. He laughed for a moment, then held Lengxue's shoulder tightly. The smiley mask glanced at Yidianhong beside him and said slowly: "That makes sense. So you want to see what I look like?"

Lengxue wanted to break away the headmaster's hand, but the force on his shoulder was like an iron clamp. It didn't hurt but it was very tight.

Hearing this, he and Yidianhong both fixed their eyes on the smiley mask.

His shoulder felt lighter, and the headmaster withdrew his hand and took off the mask.

The mask laughed silently and slowly fell off. Behind the mask, what was revealed was...

another mask.

A smiley mask that was exactly the same as the mask in the headmaster's hand.

The crescent-shaped black hole seemed to be mocking the two of them. The crescent on the sky was like a curved mouth.

Lengxue: “…”

Yidianhong: “…”

Bu Zao: Yeah yeah yeah yeah!! His heart was filled with happiness.

Yidianhong had been aloof from the strange relationship between the master and the apprentice, but this time she wanted to draw her sword.

Even with the mask on, one could still hear the cheerfulness in his laughter. The sect

leader held the mask, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, “Do you want to see my face? If so, show me your ability.”

The mask with a willful smile stared at the two of them, and the eyes behind the mask also revealed a faint smile.

Lengxue and Yidianhong attacked without saying a word.

The sect leader had no sword, so they did not draw their swords either. Every move was clear in purpose, just to take off the sect leader’s mask.

The moonlight was like a silk thread, and the shadows of people on the ground were intertwined, and the masks were laughing silently.

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Bu Zao always thought that he had a good temper and a nice personality, but as a player, he played a bad-tempered role and played his acting skills to the utmost - so he also felt that he was disliked.

However, the ferocity of Leng Xue and Yi Dian Hong's attack and the strong determination to take off his mask still surprised Bu Zao a little.

Accidents aside, they did not prevent the cunning, shameless and clever player from unilaterally "teasing" the two people by relying on his understanding of the game characters and the results of his tireless upgrades in the past seven years -

the player did not think this was a tease, after all, he fought the two people very sincerely and patiently. But after a tortuous entanglement in the system's heartbeat broadcast, it was determined to be a tease.

So Bu Zao just followed the system's words and ended his "teasing".

"Good night."

The head of the sect waved to the two people on the ground while holding the mask, and put the mask back on.

The moon above was still smiling.

Leng Xue thought, this head of the sect is really...unlikable.

The next day, a little red with dark blue eyes and Leng Xue appeared in front of Wu Du.

Wu Du served tea and water to the two people.

Leng Xue took the teacup, stared at the reflection inside for a while, and looked at Wu Du: "Do you know what happened last night?"

The round-eyed boy nodded.

"Yes."

Don't admit it so easily...

In order to upgrade and improve their level, the vests often have exchanges, and the headmaster with the fastest ability will also fight with each vest for training.

In order to comfort the two who didn't sleep most of the night but couldn't take off his mask, Bu Zao said sincerely: "The headmaster often fights with us like that - he likes you very much."

Yidianhong and Leng Xue's eyes seemed to become more strange and subtle when they looked at him.

After a simple rest, the three were ready to set off. Before leaving, Leng Xue asked Wu Du if he wanted to say goodbye to the headmaster.

The whereabouts of the headmaster were erratic, and the relationship between the masters was very strange, but it was undeniable that Leng Xue was curious about this sect.

"No need." Wu Du said, "The headmaster knows that I am leaving with you."

Sometimes the contact of vests is unnecessary and redundant. Bu Zao would try to choose the option that saves trouble when it is time to save trouble - to put it bluntly, he hates trouble.

After hearing this answer, for some reason Yidianhong and Leng Xue stared at him for a while.

At this time, Bu Zao was a little curious about what they were thinking.

"Then let's go."

Leng Xue looked away and walked out first.

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After obtaining Wu Du's permission, Leng Xue explained the location of the Salted Fish Sect in the letter he wrote to Wu Qing. However, now the three of them had left for something, and the reception of Wu Qing was taken over by Jiang Zheng and others.

After Wuqing dealt with the mess of Shuiji Yinji, Shi Guanyin, and Xiong Niangzi—it was more like watching than dealing with it—he first chose to go to the Salted Fish Sect to complete his initial arrangements.

On the way to the Salted Fish Sect, Wuqing and his group took a rest under the shade of a roadside tree, and a figure was approaching from a distance.

It was a young man carrying a bamboo basket, with a vermilion hairpin on his head, tall, and brisk steps. He came closer and closer, and gathered with Wuqing and others under the tall and cool shade of the trees.

Wuqing has a good memory. He can often remember people he has met once for a period of time, especially when that person has very obvious characteristics, his impression will be more profound.

He looked at the young man, and with a sense of familiarity, he remembered where he had met him before.

This man seemed to have repaired the leaking roof of a house in... the Six Doors branch. That town was the place where Wu Du first told Leng Xue about his name.

"Would you like some sour plum soup?" The young man smiled and took out a large water bag from the bamboo basket.

The Silver Sword Boy swallowed his saliva. Wu

Qing asked, "How much?"

Bu Zao raised three fingers: "Three cents."

There were bowls and cups prepared by Bu Zao in the bamboo basket, and he personally poured sour plum soup for everyone.

"Delicious!" The Golden Sword Boy took a sip and couldn't help but praise loudly, "Sour and sweet!"

Because it was a sour plum soup specially made by the players. After

the few people finished drinking the sour plum soup, Bu Zao carefully and considerately carried the bamboo basket to collect the bowls and cups in their hands, making a jingling sound.

Wuqing handed him the cup and raised his eyes to meet Bu Zao's amber eyes.

"Did I see you last time when you were repairing the roof at Liushenmen?" Wuqing took the initiative to speak.

"Now I'm selling sour plum soup here." Bu Zao said with a smile, "Yes, I'm the one who repaired the roof. Captain Wuqing still remembers me."

But the original body and Wuqing's first meeting was not when they were repairing the roof at Liushenmen, but when Bu Zao was happily serving as a background board at the window that night when Wuqing led his men to besiege Jin Jiuling.

It seems that Captain Wuqing has forgotten this incident. That's right, it was at night that day, and the light was not very good, not to mention that Bu Zao had his hair disheveled like a ghost.

Bu Zao's enthusiastic attitude made Wuqing a little overwhelmed, and he leaned back slightly and stuck to the back of the chair.

Bu Zao took a step back holding the bamboo basket.

A proper sense of distance is the first step to establish friendly relationships, but different people have different definitions of distance.

"Are you traveling?" Wuqing asked.

Bu Zao carried the bamboo basket on his back: "Yes, sometimes I make a little money like this to do things. My name is Bu Zao, Bu for Bu Lu, and Zao for Zao Wan."

Bu Lu never stops, Zao Wan never rests. It's a tiring name to hear.

Bu Zao likes his name very much, because it gives him a sense of freedom.

Wuqing nodded slightly.

Bu Zao was still standing in front of him, holding the bamboo basket and looking at him.

"Are you familiar with this area?"

Wuqing asked.

Bu Zao's travel range is very wide. If he comes from that direction... it should be the direction of the Salted Fish Pie.

"Generally familiar," Bu Zao answered his question in an uncertain tone.

"Have you heard of... Salted Fish Pie?" Wuqing still felt it was a little strange when he said the name.

"Hahahahaha, Salted Fish Pie," Bu Zao said, "What a strange name, I don't know."

Wuqing felt that he couldn't get anything out of the question, so he thought for a moment and said, "Be careful on your trip."

Bu Zao's conscience began to ache.

Is Wuqing the kind of person who would be considerate and caring to strangers? This is not consistent with the information players have learned.

"Thank you, Wuqing, you should also pay attention to your safety when handling cases."

Bu Zao smiled brightly and said goodbye to him.

The young man who met by chance gradually walked away, and only the red wooden hairpin on his head was very abrupt.

Wuqing stared at his back and slowly retracted his gaze.