As soon as Goethe went out, he felt many gazes.
No need to ask, they are all here to follow us.
Goethe was not surprised by this.
With Wang Changgui being such a big target, it would be strange if these people didn't come looking for him.
Without any hesitation, Goethe controlled his attack and threw out a [Desperate Gaze].
Immediately, the street became lively.
The beggar squatting in the corner, the man walking on the road, the man selling medicine and candy, and several others walking together, all started vomiting blood as if they had agreed beforehand.
The scene was like a series of small fountains.
It's really like putting a pot of fire in the lobby, making the whole room full of red.
The people around were so scared that they took several steps back.
When those people stopped vomiting blood, some curious people came over to ask.
"My man, are you angry?"
Don't ask, you can tell he's from the capital just by his accent.
It's quite mean to ask this question.
Who would vomit blood like this due to getting angry?
The person being asked ignored him, wiped the blood, lowered his head and ran away.
All those who vomit blood look like this.
No one dared to follow Goethe anymore.
Everyone knows that Mr. Mo's "first use courtesy, then force" approach is just a warning. If he follows suit next time, who knows what will happen.
Goethe sensed the movement behind him and once again ordered the [Second-level Blood Crow Spirit] to follow.
Last night, someone was hanged on the wall.
This morning, a fountain of blood.
After a few visits, he had almost mastered all the secret places in Haimen.
Although it has not yet been confirmed who is who.
But with the [Second-level Blood Crow Spirit] here, it’s only a matter of time before we figure it out.
"Haimen is worthy of being called the 'lower end of the Nine Rivers' and the 'junction of rivers and seas'. There are quite a lot of 'aliens' here."
Goethe pondered in his heart.
When he was in Fengcheng, Goethe also met some "strange people".
However, most of these "strange people" are related to immortals.
The main one is the 'Hu family'.
There were still some immortals left, and Goethe only met them briefly.
After that, there are only a few people left working on their own.
"But not Shanhaiguan?"
"But not Shanhaiguan."
"It really is limited to Shanhaiguan, with the outside given to the immortals and the inside given to other 'aliens'."
Goethe summarized based on what he saw and heard.
Of course, this is not entirely true.
But it's generally correct.
Thinking deeply in his heart, Goethe twisted and turned and finally arrived at a courtyard.
This is where the Taoist master of "Eternal Life" is located as he predicted.
It can be seen that this courtyard was once glorious, with bluestone roads in front of the gate, tall door lintels, and majestic stone lions in front of the gate. But now only the area in front of the gate is relatively clean. The rest of the area is overgrown with weeds. Many tiles on the courtyard wall are broken. The farther away from the gate, the more completely they are broken, and many of them have become bare.
The words "Zhang Mansion" on the gate had long faded.
The door was open, and when Goethe stood in front of it, two people were walking out.
Two men, one old and one middle-aged.
You can tell he's quite wealthy just by looking at his clothes.
The two of them walked out, sighing.
"Alas, the young master of the Zhang family has become so good at selling things that he has become a demon. We must never do business with him again."
The middle-aged man couldn't help sighing as he walked.
The old man nodded and agreed.
"Everyone in Haimen knows that the young master of the Zhang family is a 'prodigal son' whose only ability is to 'sell the property'. But who knows that he has been selling it for almost ten years and still can't sell it all? People always think that the Zhang family has a strong foundation and is durable. But who knows that he is really capable and bought low and sold high for us, treating us like fools."
As he spoke, the old man also sighed.
"We can't blame anyone else."
"It's all my fault for being greedy."
"Yeah, it's my fault, not others. In the antique business, once you buy something, you have to let it go. If you don't have the ability, it will be a waste of money."
The middle-aged man also nodded.
As they were talking, the two of them passed by Goethe.
The middle-aged man walked straight ahead angrily, while the old man stopped for a moment.
"Is this gentleman also here to look for the young master of the Zhang family?"
"If you're buying anything, be careful."
"The water is a bit deep."
The old man kindly reminded Goethe, and he immediately clasped his fists.
"Thank you for the reminder."
The old man waved his hand and walked away.
Goethe walked towards the Zhang family.
A young man appeared in his sight.
In the chilly spring, he was holding a hand warmer, with red lips and white teeth, a handsome face, and his eyes slightly narrowed, hiding a hint of light. To anyone who looked at him, he was a handsome, tall and wealthy young man.
And those who know this person will confirm your guess.
Of course, with a hint of regret and disdain.
Everyone will tell you how wealthy the Zhang family was ten years ago, rich enough to rival a country.
Then, how unfortunate the young master of the Zhang family was to be targeted by the 'Changsheng Dao'.
Even if Mr. Zhang tried his best to save his son.
But the young master of the Zhang family is also useless.
Don't say you are uneducated.
But I don't have much ability.
He has a good-looking appearance, but his only ability is to squander money.
The huge Zhang family was ruined within seven or eight years after the death of Mr. Zhang II. The shops in Haimen, the big ships at the dock, and all the properties in the imperial capital were gone.
All the servants were dismissed.
Only one old servant was left.
But after the old servant passed away three years ago, the only one left was the old maid who cooked all year round. When the old maid left the Zhang family a few years ago because of her old age, the house became really empty.
The young master of the Zhang family relies entirely on outside for food.
At the beginning, meals were delivered from Cheeseland.
Delivered by two guys.
Later, he became a fellow.
Later, we changed the restaurant.
After that, the young master of the Zhang family started selling the ancestral property again. This time, it was not some expensive items, but clothes and bedding.
Everyone knew that the Zhang family was truly impoverished.
Wait until the young master of the Zhang family sells this ancestral home.
The Zhang family disappeared in Haimen.
From then on, this person disappeared.
What's left?
It's something to talk about after dinner.
At most, he would sigh at the end and wonder whether the young master of the Zhang family was dead or alive.
It also has to be the kind of compassionate person that you are.
Otherwise, you won’t be able to show your benevolence and righteousness.
But if you really ask him to help the young master of the Zhang family, he will immediately have to put on a stern face.
Moreover, he had a very convincing argument.
"That wasteful thing, the Zhang family's gold and silver mountains have all been squandered, how can my little money be enough?"
Everyone pities the young master of the Zhang family, and no one will help him.
But does the young master of the Zhang family need it?
Not necessary.
Goethe was quite sure of this.
The one in front of you?
Play the pig and eat the tiger!
No matter what others say or how they evaluate him, he is the leader of the "Way of Immortality"!
This can't be false!
It's not just his divination.
There is also the [Blood Crow Spirit] following him.
They all told Goethe this fact.
"well."
Looking at Goethe who came in, the young master of the Zhang family, who was holding a hand warmer as white as porcelain, sighed. An unprecedented sorrow emerged on his handsome face, as if he had eaten two taels of Coptis chinensis.
"Let's talk inside?"
The young master of the Zhang family asked.
Goethe shook his head.
"There are nineteen traps in your room, countless crossbows, flip boards, pits, and plum blossom nails, and there is also a sky-covering net. I dare not go in."
The young master of the Zhang family looked even more bitter.
"Then let's go to the pavilion and talk about it?"
"No."
"The wind is strong and poisonous. It eats away bones and flesh and destroys people's souls."
Goethe shook his head again.
The young master of the Zhang family looked even more bitter.
"Then how do we talk about it?"
"Right here, let's talk while standing."
Goethe smiled as always.
Half a night and a morning were enough for him to use the [Spirit of Blood Crow] to thoroughly explore the entire Zhang family ancestral home.
From the outside, the Zhang family's ancestral home looks dilapidated and run-down.
Most of the rooms inside are similar.
But there are a few things that are different.
One is the room where the young master of the Zhang family lives.
The second is the corridor in the front yard of Zhang’s house.
The third is the pavilion.
There are six people in the Zhang family pavilion, and each of them is carrying poisonous smoke and crossbows.
Not to mention the ingenious mechanism.
One thing leads to another.
Take the flap in the young master Zhang's room for example. If you step on one, there will be pits all around you, with crossbow arrows shooting out from your side, and above you will be a net with hanging blades, each of which is smeared with a deadly poison that kills instantly.
Goethe was not surprised when he discovered these mechanisms.
But he was surprised when he found out that these mechanisms were made by the young master of the Zhang family himself.
Because, just this morning, the young master of the Zhang family did another thing.
It is the heater in the other person's hand.
It looks as white as porcelain, but actually it holds a secret.
There were silver needles mixed with poison, and also a handful of yellow sand.
Especially the latter, Goethe felt a sense of danger when he read it.
You have to know that with Goethe's current body and many secret techniques, the yellow sand can bring a sense of danger, which is enough to show how terrible the yellow sand is. If ordinary people encounter it, they will probably be left with no corpse left.
"This is totally inappropriate. How about we go to the dining room and I'll treat you to a meal? Even though it's just a simple meal, we can talk while we eat."
The young master of the Zhang family strongly invited him.
And this time, Goethe did not refuse.
"Can."
Goethe nodded.
The young master of the Zhang family was stunned.
Since he knew many of his arrangements, it was impossible for him not to know about the secret passage he left in the dining room.
Even though you know this, you still eat it. Does this mean... you didn’t have breakfast?
That's not right!
It smells like tofu pudding and sugar cake.
There is also the smell of mutton soup and gabacai.
Needless to say, this breakfast was an exceptionally sumptuous one.
Why is that?
Thinking in his heart, the young master of the Zhang family did not refuse. Now that he had said it, he had to do it.
As for running?
He really wanted to run.
But I dare not.
He couldn't claim to know exactly how the eight leaders of his sect died, but he had a rough idea of ​​it.
It is because he understood that he knew he could not run away.
Run.
Absolutely dead.
If you don't run, you still have a chance.
And now?
It seems that Mo Shengyi in front of him is not impossible to talk to.
Thinking deeply in his heart, the young master of the Zhang family quickened his preparations. After a while, white porridge, sweet radish, salted duck eggs, and sesame cakes were served in the dining room.
Two copies, one for each person.
Sitting at the table, the young master of the Zhang family couldn't help but sigh as he watched Goethe start eating.
"Aren't you afraid that I might poison you?"
"No."
As Goethe spoke, he used a prick to crack the salted duck egg. The egg yolk sizzled and oozes oil. Goethe took a sip of the prick, then picked up a piece and put it in the sesame seed bun. In one bite, half of the sesame seed bun was gone.
This sesame seed bun is not a single-sided bun, it is a sesame paste sesame seed bun.
One sweet, one salty.
The sweet ones are filled with salted duck eggs, and the salty ones are filled with sweet radishes.
Goethe enjoyed his meal very much.
As for poisoning?
What nonsense! My [Blood Crow Spirit] has been watching me the whole time, and you can still poison me.
The young master of the Zhang family was stunned again.
Seeing Goethe eating so happily, I finally couldn't help it.
"You didn't eat breakfast?"
"I ate, but I'm not full."
"Not only were there two women at the table jealous of each other , but they almost got me into trouble."
Goethe sighed.
The young master of the Zhang family
"Woman?"
"That's true."
"I've experienced this before, but that was when I had money. When I have no money, I have nothing."
The young master of the Zhang family had a playful smile on his face as he spoke, and he didn't look unhappy at all.
"But you look happy?"
Goethe asked.
"If you were me, you would be happy too, because you spent a little money to see that the so-called vows of love were worth less than ten taels of silver, and before that, I spent a thousand taels on her."
When the young master of the Zhang family said this, a bitter taste came out again.
"She must be regretting it now."
Goethe said.
"have no idea."
"She was married to a salt merchant two years ago. Later, the salt merchant's wife was too powerful. She was sunk into the Haihe River on the first night she boarded the salt ship. She became a floating thing. The body recovery team didn't dare to touch her, saying that she was too resentful. They let her be eaten by fish and shrimp. Only a piece of rags was left. I quietly went to the river to retrieve her."
"At first I just wanted to keep a memory."
"later……"
"I buried it in the backyard."
"We also go there to burn incense during festivals."
As the young master of the Zhang family spoke, he put down the stove and picked up the bowl.
"Oh, I see."
"You don't look like you hate her."
Goethe nodded.
"No."
"She is a poor person, chosen as a pawn by others."
"It's both a test and a punishment for me."
"I told you my story, you tell me your story."
The young master of the Zhang family drank some white porridge and began to change the subject.
"Mine is not as complicated as yours. One is to save people, and the other is to trade."
"The former feels safe with me."
“The latter is purely a desire to win.”
Goethe told the truth.
"Well, logically speaking, the former is troublesome and the latter is simple."
"But if it's Brother Mo, the latter is more troublesome."
"After all, Huang Dangdang's father is the 'Sword Immortal' Li Qiubai."
The young master of the Zhang family said this, put down the bowl in his hand and introduced himself.
"My younger brother, Zhang Deshou, greets Brother Mo."
"I have great respect for Brother Mo and have absolutely no intention of harming him."
"Brother Mo, can you let me go?"
The young master of the Zhang family asked sincerely.
“Yes.”
"Show some sincerity."
Goethe nodded happily.
This made the young master of the Zhang family feel so happy that he thought Goethe was joking with him.
Immediately, he smiled.
"Does this count as breakfast?"
"Okay."
“But it’s not enough.”
It was just a joke, and the young master of the Zhang family did not expect Goethe to admit it, and was stunned for a moment.
Afterwards, the young master thought for a long time before answering:
"Then...what about the position of the leader of the 'Path of Immortality'?"