"It's not difficult." Li Rongsen just answered him casually.

There was still a door behind the two men, which was wide and big, and seemed to be made of stone. He was slowly opening it.

It was pitch black inside the door, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Li Rongsen asked Yan Qingqiu: "I didn't expect it to be so dark. I should have brought a flashlight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang and the room suddenly became brighter. There were burning torches installed on the walls one after another, and the layout inside could be seen clearly at a glance.

There is a passage going straight ahead, with small stalls neatly arranged on both sides.

Yan Qingqiu said: "Let's go in."

There were strange things on the stalls, both Western and Chinese, and it was hard to tell what era they were from. Each stall had a stall owner who looked even stranger, like an alien.

Li Rongsen didn't think much about it, he just followed Yan Qingqiu forward.

But Yan Qingqiu stopped in front of one of the stalls and asked, "Has she come here recently?"

“No.” The man was not sitting facing forward, but with his back to him.

Yan Qingqiu saw that all the poisons on the stall were there, so he did not doubt what he said and said, "If she comes, you must remember to give her the letter."

"She won't read it," the man said again.

"Just give it to her if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"When can you help me detoxify? I want to get out of here." The man turned around and almost scared Li Rongsen.

The man's face was covered with tumors as big as ping-pong balls, and they were bumpy and made people feel creepy when looking at them. Li Rongsen instinctively turned his face to the side.

But the man stared at Li Rongsen and said, "This man is so handsome, I like this face." Then he stretched out his hand to touch Li Rongsen's face, but Yan Qingqiu knocked it away and said, "Don't touch him."

"I like his face," the man said again.

"Who is he?" Li Rongsen couldn't help but ask. He could clearly see the raging desire in his eyes and heard him saying in his heart, "With this face, I can do many things."

Yan Qingqiu said: "Even if you are cured of the poison, you can't turn into him."

"Even his voice is nice." The man's tone of voice had changed when he said this, and it was completely Li Rongsen's voice.

Li Rongsen was startled, but Yan Qingqiu had already grabbed his sleeve and ran away. He said, "Stop talking nonsense with that delusional guy. Let's get down to business."

Li Rongsen said: "That person is quite capable."

"He is too playful." Yan Qingqiu said with some disdain in his tone.

The two turned left and saw another door with two people guarding it.

One of the guards said, "The city lord is resting."

"I'm here with a friend who wants to see the city lord." Yan Qingqiu pointed at Li Rongsen, took out two pills from his body, handed them to them, and said, "This tastes good, try it."

"Who doesn't know this is poison?" The two men disliked it.

"You think you won't be poisoned if you don't eat it. You'll be poisoned just by looking at it." Yan Qingqiu snorted disapprovingly.

Sure enough, the two guards fell down.

Li Rongsen said: "You really have some skills."

"They won't let anyone in. If you want to get in, you have to use your wits or force your way in. They have plenty of brute force, but they're a little stupid." Yan Qingqiu gestured to Li Rongsen to come in.

Inside the door is a hall with two tall screens on the left and right. Paintings of the Passion in Hell are on the screens, giving a creepy and eerie feeling.

"Go to the right." Yan Qingqiu said.

Going to the right, after passing another screen, there is another hall. There, you can see an old man sitting on a seat. His white hair is very long and divided into several bundles hanging on the ceiling, while his white beard hangs down to the ground.

Yan Qingqiu walked around his white beard, approached him, and said, "He said he wanted to buy something."

"What to buy?" the old man asked.

Li Rongsen was a little surprised. He, a man who looked a hundred years old, sounded like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"I know of a kind of treasure that can protect peace. It is impervious to metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. It is impervious to evil and poison. If someone destroys it, they will destroy themselves. I want this thing."

"You are so arrogant. This is my West City's treasure."

"Someone also has a treasure."

"That's just for warding off evil and removing poison, it's just a trick. The treasure you want can last for thousands of years, how can it compare?" The old man chuckled.

"Then I want him even more."

"Anyone who wants him is dead." After the old man said this, he turned the wooden stick beside him, and several sharp arrows flew out.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Li Rongsen dodged quickly. When he stood firm, he saw arrows all around him. He said, "I heard that as long as he could see you, you would agree to his request."

"That's right." The old man nodded and said, "But you have to exchange something."

"I am willing to be a slave of West City. Please give me the treasure."

"You want the treasure, which is equivalent to wanting the entire West City. You have ulterior motives." The old man's tone was very unhappy. He turned the wooden stick again, and saw a big net going towards Li Rongsen.

Yan Qingqiu was quick to pull Li Rongsen over and said to the old man, "What's wrong with you? If you have something to say, why don't you just talk nicely? Why do you always have to use force?"

"Get out of here." The old man said as he waved his sleeves towards Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu dodged the strong wind and pulled out a strand of the old man's hair, letting it fall to the ground.

The old man went crazy, and rushed over to hold his white hair, shouting: "You damn it, my hair, my hair, my hair cannot be touched by dust, and cannot touch the dirty floor."

"Crazy old man." Yan Qingqiu sneered, and then said, "My beard is not afraid of getting dirty, but my hair is afraid of getting dirty. Why are you being so pretentious?"

The old man said angrily, "The city lord is coming back to the city today. I won't bother with you any more. Let the city lord decide your fate. You are dead!"

At this time, someone outside was heard shouting: "The city lord is back in the city, the city lord is back in the city."

While Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu were distracted, the old man tied them up with ropes, tied their ankles, and then hung them upside down on the beam.

The two people were like silkworm pupae.

"Hey, you old man, put me down quickly. I feel dizzy." Yan Qingqiu was depressed.

Li Rongsen asked: "Do you know who the city lord is?"

"How would I know? I haven't seen him." Yan Qingqiu snorted, and then said, "It's our bad luck. The city lord will definitely exploit us when he comes back. I heard that he is vicious, cold-blooded, and moody."

"Then we are definitely going to die today." Li Rongsen frowned, he found that he could not move at all.

"I told you not to come, but you insisted on coming." Yan Qingqiu felt extremely regretful, and then he began to blame himself, "Me too, why would I be greedy for money? One million is not a lot of money in your place. You can't even afford a house to marry a wife."

"Shut up." Li Rongsen really couldn't stand it anymore. Not only did he look like a woman, but his personality was also like her.

At this time, the city lord walked in. He was wearing a black cloak and his appearance was completely invisible.

The old man immediately bowed and said, "City Lord, these two people want the treasure of West City."

The city lord didn't say anything at first. He seemed to be sizing up Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu. After a long while, he coldly ordered, "Put it in the oil pan."