Chapter 588: Head Inspection

Lao Chaofeng's heart trembled.

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, tomorrow morning. Don't use the heads of three unrelated people to deal with me. I know exactly which three shopkeepers arranged the assassination. Lao Chaofeng, go back tonight and don't kill the wrong person. . If you kill the wrong one, I want you to pay ten heads. I, Chen Guanlou, always keep my word."

Lao Chaofeng's skinny cheeks twitched uncontrollably.

Chen Guanlou drank the last bit of tea and picked up the wooden box, "I received the message. It's very good. I'm very satisfied. Tomorrow morning, as long as Lao Chaofeng sends his last sincerity to Tianlao, the old debt between us will be written off. From now on. If you can find anything useful, just come to me and say goodbye!"

Lao Chaofeng originally wanted to open his mouth to persuade him to stay, but he arranged a whole night of shows tonight, and the real highlight is yet to come. It's a pity that I'm leaving now. I'm enjoying the whole package anyway.

However, when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say anything to save him.

Let's go, let's go!

The god of plague leaves quickly.

His brain hurts.

Chen Guanlou did not take the boat, but gently stepped on the oars. He jumped up, as if walking in mid-air, and lightly crossed the wide lake and landed on the shore.

People who make a living on the lake have seen many warriors, some handsome or ugly, as well as painted boats for entertaining female guests. But it was the first time I had seen someone like Chen Guanlou walking on the lake so relaxedly and so lightly as he crossed to the shore.

In the past, there were warriors who showed off their skills and had to use one or two tools to cross the river.

Lao Chaofeng also saw this scene.

"Walking in the air! This is walking in the air!" Lao Chaofeng murmured to himself, walking in the air without the help of any external objects, it is not possible for non-top warriors.

The heart that was still a little hesitant at first became firm at this moment.

Die!

Once the damn ones are dead, the matter will be over and everyone can take a breather.

Thinking on the bright side, it is lucky that only three people died, not three families or hundreds of people.

How can one touch the reverse scale of a ninth-grade warrior at will? If you touch it, be prepared to bear the consequences.

Chen Guanlou returned to his home in the back alley of Hou Mansion and practiced all night. At dawn, he felt refreshed and vaguely noticed that his cultivation had improved. As for how far he has advanced, whether he has ninth-grade strength, and which rank of ninth-grade, he has no clue.

This is the disadvantage of not being able to learn from teachers and not being taught by seniors.

I had to explore all by myself along the way. I didn’t even know if I was wrong or right. It all depended on fate.

There are so many warriors.

However, ninth-grade warriors are extremely rare, just like the Snow Lotus on Tianshan Mountain, which I have only heard of but never seen.

In fact, warriors who have passed the fifth level and entered the sixth level are already a rare species, and every one of them is a treasure. The gambling house sent a seventh-grade warrior to assassinate him, which was a big investment.

To train a seventh-level warrior, the investment of time, manpower, financial resources, and various resources must be an astronomical amount.

That’s it!

I feel bad!

After washing up, he put on his uniform and wandered off to Tianlao to work on duty.

As soon as I sat down in the office room, breakfast from the breakfast shop opposite was delivered.

Even if the other party gives it away, he will eat it without hesitation. No one asked for money.

Mu Qingshan saw that he had no problem eating it, so he thought he didn't come to the breakfast shop just to poison him. So he also ordered a portion to eat, which was also free.

I became addicted after taking one bite and regretted not eating it yesterday.

I wanted to know what I saw at the Top Gold Selling Cave last night. I opened my mouth to speak several times, but Chen Guanlou glared back.

"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask blindly. You can't go. Even if I sell you a thousand taels of silver a night, it won't be enough. If you don't know, you won't have delusions in your heart, and you won't fall into the devil's way and become obsessed with it. I don't know. It’s for your own good! There are not many good bosses like me in the whole city.”

Chen Guanlou rejected Mu Qingshan righteously.

Mu Qingshan:......

What's the matter, he still wants to thank Dong Weng for refusing to share his knowledge of the Golden Cave with him?

"Dong Weng's mouth can talk about life and death."

"If I had this ability, I would be a god and everyone in the world would worship me. I would live forever by eating incense every day."

"Since he is a god, he must live forever."

"Who told you that gods will live forever?"

"Then who said that gods can't live forever? If you can't live forever, why should you be a god?"

This is a paradox!

Chen Guanlou did not want to argue with Mu Qingshan. You are a bastard, becoming more and more unruly and forgetting about your superiority and inferiority.

The master of others sticks to his duty and does not dare to make a wrong step.

His master had been honest for a while when he first came here, but recently he had learned to bicker and argue with him.

Could it be that he has a unique temperament, and the masters he raises are all very different from other families, showing his temperament: deviant!

He shook his head and quickly got rid of this ridiculous idea.

After breakfast, I drank half a cup of tea.

Before the two-day deadline expired, Lao Chaofeng's last wish was finally delivered.

Three wooden boxes, carried by three boys.

The three boys were trembling with fear, their calves were trembling all the time, as if they had met the Lord of Hell.

Chen Guanlou sat on the chair and looked at the three boys unhappily, "Can I eat people?"

"Sir, please calm down! Last night, Lao Chaofeng was hit by a cool breeze. He coughed early in the morning and couldn't get out of bed. The doctor saw that it was wind chill. He was afraid that the disease would be passed on to you, so Lao Chaofeng couldn't come in person and sent me to wait for him. Come. This is a letter from Lao Chao, please read it."

The manager is still bold and careful and can speak. He holds the letter in his hands and stands aside with a bow, waiting for instructions.

Chen Guanlou opened the letter.

The letter from the old court official was sincere and earnest.

After reading the letter, his anger subsided, "Open the box, I'll see it with my own eyes."

The manager took the order and hurriedly ordered three servants to open the wooden box.

The three servants were pale and trembling as they opened the wooden box, revealing three heads sprinkled with lime.

Chen Guanlou took a look and saw clearly that they were the three shopkeepers who arranged assassins to assassinate him. One of them, the shopkeeper named Hu, was the most arrogant.

He looked at the knife on the neck again, "Was it cut after death?"

"To be honest, sir, it was indeed cut after death."

"How did they die?"

"These two died of poison, and this one died of suffocation."

Oh!

Chen Guanlou smiled, "Come on, go and invite Old Zhang."

The manager of the gambling house didn't know who Old Zhang was, and looked puzzled.

Chen Guanlou ignored him and just drank tea.

After a while, Old Zhang was invited to come, "Meet the Master."

"Old Zhang, help me look at those three heads, how and when did they die. Show me your best skills."

The gambling house manager never expected that Chen Guanlou would actually invite a coroner to examine the heads. What was this operation? Did he suspect that the heads were fake?

The people were dead, how could the heads be fake?

This move was really unexpected.

No wonder the old court official repeatedly emphasized that Chen Yucheng was an extraordinary person and could not be treated as an ordinary person. Normal people, who would live in the Tianlao as a small prison warden when they have the ninth-grade cultivation. In the world, from ancient times to the present, there is only such a big weirdo as Chen Yucheng.

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