Netherworld Palace, training room!
An old voice suddenly sounded in the void.
"Master! I'm back!"
"Uncle Fu!" Upon hearing this old voice, Di Jiu, who had been worried, exclaimed in surprise.
Looking at the slowly solidifying figure in front of him, Emperor Jiu looked forward to it: "Uncle Fu, is there any news?"
Looking at the thin boy in front of him, Uncle Fu sighed silently in his heart. Is this the sorrow of being born in an imperial family?
Bowing slightly to the young master, Uncle Fu slowly said under the other's expectant eyes: "Young master, there is news about what you asked me to find!"
"real?!!"
Di Jiu was a little bit unbelievable. It had been two years since he was reborn. He had been looking for this thing for two years and was about to give up. He didn't expect to get news about it at this last moment!
Under Emperor Jiu's expectant gaze, Uncle Fu slowly uttered six words!
Qiyang City, Wanbao Pavilion!
Qian Fugui stood at the door of Wanbao Pavilion with a smile on his face. Today was a very important day for Qian Fugui. As a deacon of Wanbao Pavilion in Qiyang City, he was responsible for hosting the auction today.
Not to mention the huge commission from hosting this auction, just the opportunity to make friends with the bigwigs participating in the auction is a considerable gain for Qian Fugui.
Therefore, he personally went to the door to take charge of the situation. This was to facilitate the encounter with those important people and to create a good rapport; secondly, he did not want any accidents to happen.
"stop!"
Qian Fugui, who was intoxicated with the fantasy of his own rapid rise to fame, suddenly found two uninvited guests in front of him!
Two dark figures were wrapped in black robes, with the only exposed faces covered with masks as black as jade, which made people feel chilling just by looking at them!
"I'm talking to you! What are you doing?" Qian Fugui stood across the entrance of Wanbao Pavilion, blocking the entire entrance tightly.
One of the two men in black robes slowly took out a token and threw it into Qian Fugui's hand.
"What the hell!!!" Qian Fugui curled his lips in disapproval, picked up the token and took a look at it.
"Jin..." The moment he saw the token, Qian Fugui exclaimed, then immediately covered his mouth, and cold sweat soaked his back!
However, as the steward of Wanbao Pavilion, Qian Fugui's speed in changing his expression is absolutely unique.
He calmly returned the token in his hand, then turned around and instructed an assistant beside him: "Xiao Ni, take the two adults to the No. 2 box!"
Turning around, Qian Fugui's face was once again filled with smiles. He bowed slightly to the two black-robed men in front of him and said, "My lords, please come in!"
Xiao Ni had already walked to the front, bowed slightly to the two of them, and said, "My lords, please follow me!"
Looking at the two black-robed men who had already walked away, Qian Fugui took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He turned around and said to his other assistant, "Watch this place first. Don't let anything else happen!"
After saying that, Qian Fugui ran to another place in a panic. It was over. He didn't expect that two evil stars from the Jinyiwei would come to this auction. He had to report to the Pavilion Master quickly.
Box No. 2!
A man in black robe waved his hand, signaling the assistant to leave quickly.
As Qian Fugui's right-hand man, Xiao Ni had a pretty good eye. He bowed respectfully and said, "My lords, if you have any instructions, just ring the call box in the private room. I'll come in as soon as possible. I won't disturb you any longer. I'll take my leave!"
After Xiao Ni left, a man in a black robe listened attentively and said slowly, "Sir, we are sure no one is eavesdropping!"
This man in black robe was none other than Uncle Fu who had appeared in the underworld before, so the other man in black robe was undoubtedly Emperor Jiu!
"Uncle Fu, do you think what I'm doing is unnecessary?" The corners of Emperor Jiu's mouth curled up slightly under the mask. He was sure that Uncle Fu was absolutely confused at this moment.
Sure enough, when Uncle Fu looked at him, his eyes were full of confusion: "Sir, we clearly have a real Jinyiwei token, why did you make a fake token and use it to participate in this auction?"
Uncle Fu's words immediately made the curve on Di Jiu's mouth rise even wider.
"If it's empty, it's solid; if it's solid, it's empty. I need to use it to set up something."
"Therefore, my identity cannot be exposed in any case. I hope Uncle Fu can keep it a secret for me!" Di Jiu's eyes were deep, and he glanced at Uncle Fu who was thinking about something without leaving a trace.
That look seemed to be filled with a lot of deep meaning.
Raising his head slightly, Uncle Fu's eyes met Di Jiu's, but at this moment, his eyes had already returned to those of a normal teenager.
Looking at the young master who was staring at him, Uncle Fu hesitated and said, "Even if it's him?"
"Even him!"
Emperor Jiu said this without hesitation and in a decisive tone!
Hearing the Master's resolute tone, Uncle Fu nodded meaningfully and said, "I understand!"
"Bang!"
Di Jiu was about to say something when the sudden sound of drums interrupted his thoughts!
"Requiem drum?"
The sound of the soul-calming drum made Di Jiu's body tremble slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face under the mask. What a big deal this Wanbao Pavilion has!
The Soul-Calming Drum is made from the fur of the extremely rare spirit beast, the Nightmare Beast. Even the Tianwu Dynasty, the most powerful force in the entire continent, does not have many of them.
The Wanbao Pavilion in Qiyang City is just a branch of the Wanbao Pavilion, which is neither big nor small.
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