[Chapter 147 Chapter 147 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (24)]
Yan Qing thought that the black shop was colluding with the bandits, but he didn't expect to see an even more explosive scene.
"Let's go." After putting the tiles back in place, she rushed to the man beside her, "Go back to the room."
Xu Wenzhang, who was lying softly in her arms, made a "hmm" sound, but she covered it with her hand in time.
She gritted her teeth and whispered, "Are you constipated?"
She was so busy eavesdropping on the affair that she didn't notice the boy's change of mind. She glared at him and urged him to take her away quickly.
Xu Wenzhang woke up as if from a dream: "Ah? Oh."
He turned his face away, not daring to let her see his blushing face.
Fortunately, the moon is not big today, he thought.
The two men returned to the room and found that the waiter, who had been tied up, had woken up and his saliva had wet the cloth in his mouth.
He whined in fear as he saw the two approaching.
"Aqing, do we want to interrogate him now?" Xu Wenxuan drew his sword.
Yan Qing shook his head: "It's not the right time yet."
They have to try them all together, so now all they have to do is sit back and wait.
It was pitch black in the room, but in the moonlight one could see the reflection of a person on the closed window paper.
"Sir, I'll bring you some hangover tea."
There was a knock on the door and a woman's charming voice came from outside.
In order to facilitate the operation, only Yan Qing and Xu Wenzhang were on this floor. No one responded from inside and the dark corridor seemed unusually quiet.
The proprietress could clearly hear the sound of her own heart beating. She went to the waiter's room but found no one.
She didn't know what was going on inside, she just had a bad premonition and her eyelids kept twitching.
"Is that bastard Ergou going to take the money and run away?" She looked unhappy.
She raised her voice and knocked on the door several times, but still no response, so she put the tray aside.
He pulled a cigarette holder out of his sleeve and blew some smoke into the room.
He paced outside, counting the time for the drug to take effect, and then he used the dagger he had just used to kill Brother Bear to open the bolt.
As a result, as soon as he entered, he bumped into the cold blade.
Yan Qing lit the lamp at this time, and the dim candlelight added a bit of chill to the knife in Xu Wenjian's hand.
"You, you guys are actually okay?" She stiffened her neck and tried to retreat, but the thin blade followed her.
Xu Wenjian warned sternly: "The sword in my hand has no eyes."
Only then did she give up the idea of escaping. She dared not move, and did not dare to loosen the dagger in her hand at all.
Yan Qing simply stepped forward and quickly intercepted her dagger. He did not tie her up, but politely gestured to invite her to talk.
The woman sat down at the table resigned to her fate: "My name is Mo Sanniang, you can call me Sanniang."
Xu Wenjian did not sheath the sword in her hand, and the blade fell to the ground behind her. The threat she presented was self-evident.
Yan Qing sat across the table from her, looking around the room: "You must have harmed a lot of people over the years, right?"
"I haven't killed anyone!" Mo Sanniang retorted loudly, and then she lowered her voice when she thought of the man who had just died in her bed, "I just killed someone who deserved to die."
She glanced at the tied-up waiter and spoke again, "We just want to get the money and escape from this place."
"Oh, who would believe me if I told you that a black shop only steals money but doesn't kill people?" Xu Wenjian sneered.
She looked straight at Yan Qing and said, "I, Mo Sanniang, disdain to tell lies. You two might as well listen to my story first."
Yan Qing smiled faintly: "I'm all ears."
Mo Sanniang said that she originally lived in Yunshui Village behind a few hills, and became a widow after her husband died of illness.
She was law-abiding, but had to endure harassment from the men in the village and abuse from the women.
Three years after her husband's death, she decided to find someone to support herself.
However, on the day of her wedding with the hunter, her mother-in-law, who was unwilling to give her even a bowl of rice after her husband died, brought people to destroy her house.
They kept accusing her of being unfaithful to her husband and wanted to throw her into a pig cage or drown her in a pond.
The hunter died under the sticks of the group of people trying to save her. She escaped and was kidnapped by the people of Qinglong Village in Panhu Mountain and taken to the mountain to be their concubine.
But the boss was not a vicious person. He not only sent her down the mountain, but also gave her some silver and money.
"So in order to repay his kindness, you set up a shop here and provide the bandits with information about travelers suitable for robbery?"
Yan Qing raised his eyebrows.
She was stunned and chuckled, "That's right, but Qinglong Village only seeks money and doesn't kill people."
"Can you believe what thieves say?" Xu Wenxuan frowned.
"They are different." Mo Sanniang glared, "The rule of Qinglong Village is to send people out of the mountain safely after collecting the toll."
Yan Qing's eyes changed slightly. According to her, the people from Qinglong Village were more like temporary bodyguards.
Panhu Mountain stretches for hundreds of kilometers, and it is not just the Qinglongzhai group that occupies the area and commits robbery.
If it is true as Sanniang said, then the boss is a smart man.
Since they only pay for goods in exchange for money, and there is no risk of offending anyone, some cargo transport merchants would probably be happy to deal with them.
Recalling what she had eavesdropped on the rooftop, she asked, "The man who died in your hands was also from Qinglong Village, right?"
"You saw everything?!" Mo Sanniang narrowed her eyes and heard Xu Wenjian snort behind her.
She stood up with a charming smile and leaned towards him: "Isn't my figure great?"
Xu Wenjian put his sword in front of his chest and said, "Try to move forward again. Believe it or not, I will draw a turtle on your face!"
His mind was full of Ah Qing at that time, so he had no time to look at other women.
But it was the unbearable sound that made him blush.
"You don't understand romance." Sanniang glanced at him and then turned her attention to Yan Qing. "If you want to talk in detail, why don't you go to bed with me and talk in detail."
Unexpectedly, Xu Wenzhang's reaction was even greater than when she pounced on him. He swung the sword in his hand heavily, and the wooden table in front of him was cut straight into two halves.
The handsome young man in red has come to Yan Qing, his brows gloomy and his face alert: "Don't touch her!"
Yan Qing patted his shoulder and said, "Shaoyou, go wait over there first."
"Aqing, she is in danger." Xu Wenzhang frowned his handsome face and refused to move.
Her eyes fell on the sword in his hand: "With you here, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Of course." Xu Wenzhang's eyes were bright and he raised his head high like a victorious rooster.
Sanniang curled her lips and looked back and forth between the two of them with an ambiguous gaze.
There was a hint of shrewdness in Yan Qing's beautiful eyes: "If I guess correctly, you killed him on impulse."
"Even the thought of leaving here only came to me when I saw us showing off our wealth."
Looking at the way the waiter set off the smoke, he looked so unskilled that he doesn't look like an expert.
According to Sanniang's previous statement, this store is more like a message transfer station.
A real black shop that kills and rips off its customers wouldn't be so inaccurate in its method of drugging them.
"You're right." Seeing that Yan Qing had told her so much and had no intention of killing her, Sanniang gradually relaxed.
She said angrily, "Zhao Xiong is the second in command of Qinglong Village, nicknamed 'Brother Xiong'. He forced me to become his woman, so naturally I hate him very much."
"It's not just that." Yan Qing looked at her with a smile.
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