Chapter 6: Evil
The street outside soon returned to calm.
After all, this was Anlefang, where many wealthy people lived. For a small fight in the street, the inspectors and street patrol officers would not dare to disturb the nobles passing by with such a small incident.
The victim was taken away, and more than a dozen witnesses were taken away.
A dozen Wu Hous, along with a group of non-staff "ground ghosts", scattered through the streets and alleys, pretending to arrest the suspect who had just escaped.
The suspect has now returned to Zuixianju.
In the backyard of Zuixianju, behind a large sycamore tree that had lost all its leaves, Lu Yi, with his long hair loose and wearing a white cloak and a smooth white mask on his face, stood quietly under the tree like a ghost.
The commotion on the street just now did not alarm the guests in Zuixianju.
Especially the teachers and students of the Lu Clan School on the top floor were still very lively. You could faintly hear Lu Jun singing. He was singing "Taking Off the Luo Pao"!
This piece of music roughly describes the story of "there are treacherous people in the court" and "a gentleman with talent but no chance of being recognized and forced to resign from his official position".
"This song is quite in line with his mood." Lu Yi chuckled.
Lu Jun was also an elite among the clan who was recommended by the Duke of Lai's Mansion as a "filial and honest official" and had once served as a local official.
However, while he was in office, there was a big mistake in the management of public funds and grain, and he was eventually forced to resign and retire.
Now, he can only hang out in the Lu clan school.
The once powerful pastoral official has now become a teacher who receives a monthly salary.
"He was once a respectable person." Lu Yi put his hands in his sleeves and murmured, "What benefits did the Bai family give you to make you disregard the teacher-student relationship and your own dignity and bully a helpless student from the same family in the clan school?"
Behind Lu Yi, a deep and rich voice, like the panting of a tiger, sounded: "Brother Yi, he has already gone to the toilet three times. But this year, every time he went to the toilet, there were two servants supporting him closely. It won't be so easy to make him fall again."
Lu Yi shook his head vigorously, and his hair danced wildly in the cold wind.
"In the first three years, we had to take care of this and that, so when he broke his leg, it was all accidents, such as falling, slipping, and losing his footing."
"This year is different. I want his leg to be broken clearly and distinctly."
"Wait for them to come down, and have someone confront him head-on and break his legs in public. Tell people around him loudly that he deserves this beating because he did something shameful and wrong."
The deep voice asked Lu Yu curiously, "Do you want to explain what you did wrong?"
Lu Yi kicked behind him without even turning his head. "Stupid guy, why are you saying it so clearly? You should say it vaguely and obscurely, so that others can guess."
"He did something bad, maybe climbing over a widow's wall in the middle of the night, or harassing a minor in an alley, or hooking up with a married woman, or even hooking up with a married man. Let others speculate."
"He has ruined my reputation for four years, so I have to pay him back."
Under the mask, Lu Yi smiled brightly.
The man hiding in the shadow behind Lu Yi laughed a few times, and a very burly figure could be vaguely seen, like a small mountain, trying his best to shrink into the corner of the wall.
The wind blew in gusts.
Inside Zuixianju, the aroma of wine and meat wafts in the wind.
There are a large number of charcoal braziers lit in each of the seven floors.
The cold wind blew through Zuixianju, and when it drifted to the backyard, it felt a little hot.
Lu Yi and the people behind him stood quietly in the dark corner, quietly feeling the wind.
Suddenly, a very light, faint, but chilling breath came creeping over from the wind that blew towards me.
Faintly, Lu Yi heard a sad and heartbreaking laugh.
Lu Yi shuddered and suddenly raised his head to look towards Zuixianju. In his pair of black and white eyes, a faint green air like a flowing wind appeared out of thin air.
'call'!
A small whirlwind suddenly rose up beside Lu Yi, rolling up pieces of snow.
The huge figure behind Lu Yi shuddered at the same time and muttered quickly, "Brother Yi, something is wrong. My hair is standing on end. I had this feeling when I was ten years old and went hunting with my father and encountered the Mandrill King."
"That time, more than a hundred people from the tribe that my father brought died!"
"Retreat!" Lu Yi waved his hand vigorously: "Today, he is lucky. We will deal with it later."
Lu Yi quickly ran towards the back door of Zuixianju.
I could faintly hear Lu Yu mumbling, "Anyway, his legs are on his body, so he can't run away."
Behind him, there was a burly figure over ten feet tall, following closely behind him, also landing silently.
From various corners of the yard, seven or eight figures rushed out, followed quickly, opened the back door quietly, and rushed into the alley behind Zuixianju.
The wind blew, and a gentle and sad female voice was heard from behind the big tree where Lu Yi had just hidden.
"Husband, shall we... eh?"
Several red lanterns hanging high up in Zuixian Tower were swaying, and the dim light shone into the backyard.
Under the big tree, a pair of red embroidered shoes flashed by.
The soft and charming voice sighed faintly: "One husband is gone, but there are still so many husbands. Choose carefully and slowly. Husband, shall we play together?"
Lu Yi was wrapped in a large white cloak, with his long hair loose and a warm hat on his head that covered most of his face. He walked out from the back of Zuixianju and returned to the street where someone had tried to extort money from him.
There are a lot of people here and the lights are bright.
The terrible corrosive force just now, which was like mercury trying to penetrate into every pore of his body and causing pain in his internal organs, disappeared.
Lu Yi took a long breath, and white air billowed out far away.
He looked towards Zuixianju in shock and muttered, "What the hell? This is not a normal thing. This..."
Before Lu Yi could finish his muttering to himself, a roar like thunder exploded from the top floor of Qionghua Pavilion, one of the thirty-six famous pavilions in Haojing, dozens of feet ahead. The roar shook half of Anlefang.
"Who is this demon who dares to cause trouble?"
With a loud bang, half of the top floor of the Qionghua Pavilion was blown off, and countless broken bricks and tiles fell from great heights. Several burly men dressed in black tights, with fish-scale half-body armor on the upper body and swords on their waists, surrounded two figures and jumped down from a great height.
Green energy flowed in Lu Yi's eyes, and he could instantly see the two figures being supported.
One of them was Bai Qiong.
Lu Yi also recognized the other middle-aged man who was wearing a light red robe and a rhino horn belt around his waist!
This guy is none other than He Jun, the ward chief of Anlefang. He is the highest-ranking administrative officer in Anlefang and also the herdsman of nearly one million people in this area of Anlefang which is over a hundred miles long and wide!
Over the past three years, at the end of every year, thieves would break into the Tian'en Marquis Mansion and steal large amounts of money from Madam Hu's private vault.
Because of this theft case, Mrs. Hu has caused unrest in the Anlefang government office over the past three years.
He Jun had brought his subordinates to the Tian'en Marquis Mansion several times to apologize in disgrace.
The wife of Marquis Tian'en caused a scene at the Anlefang magistrate's office. This has been a popular story in Anlefang in recent years. During the times when He Jun visited the house, Lu Yi and other young people from the Lu family even stood by the door to watch!
"Bai Qiong!"
"He Jun!"
"The victim of the fraud, the witness who bravely stood up for justice, and the patrol censor and patrolling military marquis who arrived in time!"
Lu Yu's face twitched and he stared at He Jun deeply.
He noticed that He Jun's expression was not right.
He Jun, who is nearly 40 years old and usually takes good care of himself, with skin as smooth and shiny as a tender peach, now looks as shriveled as an eggplant that has been exposed to the sun for a day.
The skin on his face was shriveled and countless fine wrinkles were visible on his forehead.
His rosy lips had turned blue, his eye sockets were sunken, his eye bags were dark, his body was trembling, and he was supported limply by two burly men in tight clothes. He looked like he had been drinking and having sex too much for years and was physically weak.
What is even more surprising is that Lu Yi has sharp eyes and he sees details that ordinary people on the street fail to notice.
The front of He Jun's red robe was wet. Someone took him down from a tall building. Drops of water dripped down his robe and spread across a large area on the ground.
Lu Yi stopped and retreated step by step, moving away from Bai Qiong and He Jun.
Inside the Qionghua Pavilion, countless men and women screamed in fear. A man in gorgeous clothes, surrounded by guards, rushed out of the gate in a panic.
On the rooftop, an elegant man in a white gown and holding a folding fan was shouting loudly. A roar as loud as thunder came from his mouth.
His body was like a dragon, and he stepped on the roof of the Qionghua Pavilion and kept refracting and retreating.
The folding fan with a landscape painting in his hand kept making loud 'bang bang' noises, and each blow brought up a gust of wind that blew towards the collapsed attic room.
It was also unclear who he was fighting with.
His opponent had been hiding in the collapsing room and had not shown up.
The handsome man's face turned red, and the heat from his head turned into white steam that rose slowly, reaching more than ten feet high.
"Blood Qi Wolf Smoke, at least the cultivation level of Tuomai Level 12."
Lu Yi looked at the white steam above the man's head and murmured, "This is a good fighter. The guards in the Duke of Lai's mansion are generally of this level. Who is he fighting?"
The cold wind blew in my face.
Lu Yi glanced at Bai Qiong and He Jun again.
Bai Qiong, like He Jun, looked dehydrated after being exposed to the sun.
However, his situation was even worse than He Jun's.
Lu Yi clearly saw that Bai Qiong's clothes were torn on his chest, and there was half a tiny green handprint on the left side of his heart.
The handprint was blue and black, as if it had been branded by a red-hot iron, and it was about an inch deep into his flesh.
Bai Qiong had fainted, and dark blue blood was constantly gushing out of his mouth.
His injuries were obviously much more serious than He Jun's.
Lu Yi shook his head slightly and quickened his pace of retreat.
In the cold wind, a light laugh suddenly came: "Husband..."
It seemed that only Lu Yi heard the gentle laughter.
Lu Yu's face changed.
On the rooftop of Qionghua Pavilion, the handsome man who was roaring and attacking let out a howl, and without seeing what had attacked him, he spit out blood and fell from the roof, landing headfirst on the ground.
‘Snap!’
The sound of the man's neck breaking could be heard clearly by people on nearly half of the street.
