Sure enough, he knew this would be the result!

Du Qian rolled his eyes, lowered the black cloth, and strode up the wooden stairs to the third floor.

The waiter stood beside the wooden ladder, staring blankly at Du Qian's back until he disappeared at the end of the ladder. Then he began to breathe heavily like a drowning man finally getting ashore.

He looked at the third floor in horror and found that the clothes on his back were completely soaked with cold sweat.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business..."

When he came to his senses, the waiter swallowed his saliva, muttered to himself, and hurriedly left the wooden ladder.

Anyway, he had already seen Du Qian's appearance, so he had completed his mission. All he had to do next was find someone to deliver food to the third floor for him. The rest would have nothing to do with him...

Du Qian went up to the third floor, glanced at the county magistrate and his entourage who were having dinner, then found a seat by the window and casually looked at the early risers on the street.

"First, let's test the object of the magical power..."

As Du Qian thought about this, he gently lifted the black cloth and looked at a yellow dog barking on the street.

In an instant, the big yellow dog's hair stood on end. Its original vigorous barking came to an abrupt halt. Instead, it tucked its tail between its legs, lay on the ground, and shivered as it covered its head with its front paws.

...Great, it works on animals too!

Du Qian nodded with satisfaction, then turned his gaze to a calico cat on the eaves.

"Meow!!"

The cat's fur suddenly stood up, and it screamed, then jumped down from the roof and landed among the crowd, causing a commotion.

Du Qian blinked, feeling a little guilty, and subconsciously glanced at the crowd.

It was this one glance that startled everyone in the crowd and caused chaos on the street.

"bad!"

Du Qian's heart skipped a beat and he quickly put down the black cloth.

The county magistrate noticed the commotion outside the restaurant and ordered the guards around him to check at the window.

Coincidentally, the direction chosen by the guard was next to Du Qian.

Du Qian was worried that the other party would doubt his attire, so he quietly stood up and prepared to go downstairs.

"etc!"

The guard noticed Du Qian, reached his hand to his waist, and called him with a vigilant look.

Du Qian sighed in his heart, raised his hand to lift the black cloth, and glanced at the guards beside the county magistrate.

"There's an assassin!"

The guard was startled and shouted loudly. He reached out and pushed the county magistrate, who was still eating, under the wooden table. At the same time, he drew the steel knife from his waist and looked around with vigilance.

The guard who stopped Du Qian was also shocked. Without bothering to question Du Qian, he quickly drew his steel knife and moved over.

Taking this opportunity, Du Qian hurried downstairs, without even eating the breakfast he ordered, and left quickly.

In just a dozen minutes, the entire county was in chaos.

Du Qian truly experienced how troublesome it was to feel like "a thorn in the back".

In desperation, he walked into a cloth shop, bought a piece of cloth with good light transmittance, and blindfolded himself.

Through the black cloth, he could vaguely see the outside world, but his field of vision was greatly reduced.

There is no other way. Otherwise, it will be really difficult for him to live a normal life in the future.

"Let's stop shopping and go back early to think of other ways..."

Du Qian thought so as he walked towards the inn.

When passing by a carpenter's shop, Du Qian saw a child at the door waving a wooden sword. His mind moved and he immediately turned around and walked towards the shop.

…

…

At noon, Du Qian returned to the inn.

At this time, Xiao Zhong, who was strolling around the county town, was called back by Uncle Zhang and others.

Seeing that Du Qian's face was covered with a black cloth and a long sword was hanging around his waist, the old boss couldn't help but look surprised.

"...Xiao Du, what is this about?"

“Swish!”

Du Qian drew the wooden sword from his waist and said seriously: "The blind boy, the genius swordsman, Xiao Zhong, you should have heard of this story!"

Xiao Zhong nodded quickly, indicating that he had indeed heard Du Qian tell this story.

...Good, it seems Xiao Zhong has recovered from the shock in the early morning.

Du Qian nodded with satisfaction and sheathed the wooden sword in his hand.

The old boss didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and scolded with a smile: "Stop making trouble, go and pack up, we are leaving now."

Du Qian was slightly startled and asked in surprise: "Are you leaving now?"

The old boss looked solemn: "This is a serious matter. There is no time to explain. Just listen to me!"

Du Qian didn't understand, but he always respected his old boss, so he obediently went to pack his luggage.

Soon, the group hurriedly left the county town and headed for their next destination.

That night, they found a small river that was not very fast-flowing, set up camp on the river bank, and prepared to spend the night.

Although Uncle Zhang discovered that there was a rather spacious dilapidated temple not far away, as a troupe that had traveled all over the country for many years, they all deeply understood one truth - it is better to live in a desolate graveyard than in an ancient temple!

Especially in this world where demons and monsters exist, ancient temples are places where you are more likely to encounter danger than desolate tombs.

The troupe members skillfully set up the tents, lit a fire, and began to steam the rice porridge and dried vegetables that had been prepared in advance.

Du Qian, with his eyes covered by a black cloth, sat beside the fire. He seemed to be staring at the dancing flames in a daze, but in fact he was studying the silver panel floating in front of him.

He had discovered that only he could see the system panel, so he was not worried about exposing the secret.

"Xiao Du."

Uncle Zhang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I've already inquired about the exorcist for you."

"He killed the Black Bear Demon a month and a half ago. Such masters usually have amazing agility. With his stamina, he should have left this area long ago."

"If you want to find him, you may have to work harder..."

Hearing Uncle Zhang's words, Du Qian was slightly startled, then he showed gratitude on his face and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He had only casually mentioned the matter of the Xingyi master in the troupe, but he had not expected that Uncle Zhang would take it so seriously.

Du Qian thanked Uncle Zhang gratefully, and then said that he was just curious about exorcists and had no intention of becoming his disciple.

Now that he has the system, he is not so eager to be an exorcist.

Compared with this, he wanted to know more about how to get the chance to win the lottery in this system?

Just as Du Qian was thinking this, the old boss who was sitting opposite the campfire suddenly stood up and looked forward with a serious expression.

"……What's wrong?"

Uncle Zhang realized something was wrong and immediately reached for the dagger at his waist.

The old boss took off the leather bag on his back, pulled out a palm-wide steel sword, and said solemnly, "It seems like there's a fight going on in the ruined temple ahead..."

Is someone fighting?

Du Qian was startled for a moment, then he held his breath and concentrated, directing the warm current from his dantian to his ears. Sure enough, he heard a sound of metal clashing mixed with the sound of the wind in front of him.

“Shh—”

"Put out the fire and don't draw their attention."

"Once they finish fighting, they will probably leave..."

The old boss lowered his voice and gave instructions to the people around him.

Little people have their own survival wisdom.

The wisdom that the old boss believes in most is four words: mind your own business.

But unfortunately, sometimes trouble cannot be avoided so easily.

As time passed, the sound of metal clashing carried by the wind not only did not disappear, but became louder.

The old boss's face changed, realizing that the other party might have attacked the ruined temple, so he immediately decided to pack up and leave.

The next second, a black sword light like a stream of water appeared in front, followed by two fighting figures, walking on the water from not far away along the river.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The two sharp swords, each wrapped in black light and red light, kept colliding on the surface of the river.

Every collision caused the air to hum and the river beneath their feet to splash large amounts of water.

"The Gang Qi is released, he is a master of Xiantian realm!"

The old boss's face changed drastically. He didn't even care about the luggage and hurriedly asked everyone to leave quickly.

But the two swordsmen completely ignored the people by the river.

They were brandishing swords, fighting fiercely, and rushing towards the crowd at a rapid speed.

Just as the battlefield between the two was about to cover everyone in the troupe, an angry snort suddenly sounded, startling the two swordsmen who were fighting. They quickly jumped back, separated, and looked in the direction of the voice with horror on their faces.

The old boss and others, who were originally filled with despair, were also stunned. They couldn't help but turn their heads in astonishment and look behind them.

Next to the carriage, Du Qian had taken off the black cloth on his eyes at some point and was standing in the strong wind, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, looking at the two swordsmen with cold eyes.

"You two know there are people here, but you still dare to come forward. Don't you have eyes?!"

Under the moonlight, the handsome young man shouted angrily, his dark eyes fixed on the two people in front of him.

The two swordsmen who were able to wield sword light both trembled in their hearts, as if they sensed a sharp sword intent pressing against their backs, which made them feel alarmed and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

——Master, absolutely a master!

Moreover, he is a peerless master who is far superior to the two of them in the way of swordsmanship!

Feeling this deadly sense of crisis like a thorn in the back, the two swordsmen were both terrified.

They boasted that they had seen many peerless figures in the way of the sword, but not even one of them could give them such a thrilling feeling.

One of the swordsmen, who looked slightly younger, couldn't help but take a step back.

Du Qian immediately turned his head and focused all his attention on this man, staring at him intently. He was so frightened that he froze in place, standing on tiptoe, unable to raise or lower his feet, just frozen in mid-air.

Another middle-aged swordsman swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice:

"Sir, we have no intention of offending you..."

"roll!"

Du Qian interrupted him rudely, and then said in a cold tone: "I'll give you ten seconds to leave here."

"Otherwise..."

Du Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slowly pulled it out.

Seeing this scene, the two swordsmen were shocked. They quickly turned around and leaped away, fleeing from here without looking back.