Ou Jiuxiao's mind was taken away, and his reaction was half a beat too slow.

He had only raised his arm halfway when he was pressed against his chest by a palm.

He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew backwards and slid a long way down the dirt road by the river. He fell to the ground unable to struggle.

The people around him were stunned, as if they had turned into immobile wax statues.

The District Hall Master, who was speaking energetically just a moment ago, was lying next to the wet and muddy holly tree in the blink of an eye, with only his limbs still shaking like convulsions.

This scene was deeply engraved in their minds, and a chill could not help but flow from the deepest parts of their hearts.

It wasn't until Wei Tao and his party disappeared at the end of the road that they lifted Ou Jiuxiao off the ground and left quickly without looking back, not even daring to find out the identity of the person who made the move.

As night falls, the entire Luoshui is shrouded in darkness.

The Xianglou Painted Boat is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, looking like a golden dragon lying still in the water.

It was quiet inside the boat, only the sound of gurgling water could be heard, and even the customary sound of silk and bamboo music on the boat was nowhere to be seen tonight.

Wei Tao slowly pushed open the withered wooden door, his eyes passing over the faces of everyone sitting in the pavilion one by one.

A group of people moved their eyes away, and no one spoke.

Although no one has personally experienced the skills of this guard deacon, just by seeing that he survived the battle at Moxiang Tower, we can get a glimpse of the leopard and gain some knowledge.

Therefore, before the true master of the Nine Saint Sect arrived, none of them was willing to speak first and focus the blame on themselves.

"If you have anything to say, hurry up and tell me. I have to go back to practice in the evening, so I don't have much time to spend here."

Wei Tao slowly sat down on the main seat, then lowered his eyes and closed his eyes to rest.

Xiao Meng had recovered from the shock just now, and when she heard the words, she smiled and said, "This is what has been agreed upon, and the little lady feels that there is nothing to say.

But since you have arranged this banquet, it means that you have other thoughts in your mind, and if you don’t say it out, you will be holding back your sadness, so I will reluctantly do it and listen to what you mean."

"Miss Liu founded Zhuque Hall to gain some benefits for herself. This is human nature and everyone understands it.

But all of you here have cooperated a lot with Lingyun Pavilion, the He family, etc. You have wiped out their properties, but you have never considered our losses.

I'm afraid there's something wrong with eating like this."

An old man put down his tea cup and said calmly.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Xiao Meng looked at this person, her tone suddenly turned cold.

The old man's eyes fell on Wei Tao, and he said with a smile, "I know that Miss Liu has a background, and Deacon Wei is also very powerful and has extraordinary skills.

But in this place in Luoshui, if you two think that you can conquer everyone else just by doing this, you would be looking down on us."

Wei Tao opened his eyes and said, "If you don't accept it, then have a fight with me."

When the old man came into contact with those eyes, he suddenly shuddered, but he still gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "I know that I am no match for the master Yuan Dao, but no matter how powerful you are, there are so many of us here, and there are also people from the Nine Saint Sect.

The hall master will be here soon, so he may not be afraid of you."

"Don't hesitate, you can come together." Wei Tao pressed the armrest of the wooden chair, his eyes were burning, and he looked left and right.

Ever since he started practicing the turtle-snake cross, he had been sorting out the blood network in his body, and he always felt itchy all over. He always wanted to find some opponents to loosen his muscles and bones.

He had done something by the river just now, but unfortunately the Nine Saint Sect Hall Master was too weak, and he couldn't even stretch his muscles. Thinking back on it, he felt even more itchy and unbearable.

The old man looked at Wei Tao and felt his scalp was numb and his whole body was cold.

He took a deep breath and said, "Everyone is at the Luoshui boundary. We usually don't look up when we look down..."

"It doesn't matter. After you beat him to death, we don't have to meet him again."

Wei Tao Kacha crushed the armrest of the chair with a sound, and sawdust scattered everywhere.

"Don't get me wrong, Deacon Wei. I have no objections to the Zhuque Hall. It's just that the district leader of the Nine Saints Gate Foreign Affairs Hall specifically mentioned it, so we had to put down this table."

The old man kept swallowing his saliva and subconsciously kept looking outside. He didn't know why Ou Jiuxiao hadn't come until now.

"I didn't misunderstand. I actually don't care if there are more or less areas."

Wei Tao leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling, "The people from the Nine Saint Sect can't come. Now I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you."

The night wind blew slowly, a hot breath escaped from his body, and the air under the light was distorted.

The attic of Huafang was silent, as silent as death.

At this moment, a figure quickly came to the attic of Huafang.

He walked up behind one of the middle-aged men and said something in a low voice.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he glanced at Wei Tao in surprise.

He then stood up and gave a deep salute with a smile on his face, "I think that the Suzaku Hall suffered a bit too much from the things we agreed on last time.

So I came here specifically to tell Miss Xiao Meng that our gang must give up another 30% of the profit, otherwise we will not have peace of mind."

In just a few moments, several more figures entered the attic, whispering behind various gang bosses.

In an instant, the entire atmosphere of the boat changed suddenly and was filled with the sound of flattery.

Wei Tao suddenly felt bored, stood up and walked to the railing, silently staring at the calm river below.

The bright moonlight shone down, and his clothes rustled in the night wind.

A black cloud drifted past, covering the silver full moon, and the place where he stood suddenly fell into darkness.

But there is a faint black and red aura rising quietly, looking like blood mist filling the air, blocking the light.

At this moment, the old man who came to apologize with a wine glass suddenly stopped and hesitated and did not dare to step forward.

He had an inexplicable feeling that Deacon Wei a few steps away seemed not to be a human being.

It's a monster that can kill people at any time.

The night wind picked up again, and the full moon showed its corners.

Wei Tao turned back at this moment, and his gaze fell on the old man with some scrutiny.

Plop!

The old man's legs went weak and he knelt directly on the ground.

"From now on, the villain will be the grown-up's dog. Everything will be obeyed by the grown-up, and he will go through fire and water without any hesitation!"

Wei Tao couldn't help but was stunned, "We are just dividing the territory, the old gentleman doesn't need to do this."

The old man trembled all over and kowtowed repeatedly, "If you don't agree, I won't dare to get up."

"Old sir, please wake me up. I'm young, but I don't deserve such praise."

Wei Tao had no expression on his face, he bent his index finger and tapped the railing of the building boat gently, looking at the old man in front of him faintly.

Once, twice, three times.

The old man's heart was pounding with fear, and he felt that every blow hit his heart while it was beating.

In an instant, I felt like I was covered in cold sweat. It was like someone had kneaded my whole body into dough and then squeezed it so tightly that I couldn't breathe anymore.

Wei Tao was silent for a long time, and just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly froze.

When I saw the pendant exposed on the side of the old man's waist, it looked a bit familiar.

After a moment, he looked astonished and remembered that on Zhang Zhiqing's parchment scroll, there was a page with a picture that was almost identical to it.

He took a step forward and observed carefully, "Where did the things you are wearing come from?"

Without any hesitation, the old man immediately took off the dragon-shaped pendant and held it up with both hands.

Wei Tao reached out to take the pendant and rubbed it carefully for a moment, with a slightly disappointed expression on his face.

The status bar is unresponsive.

I don’t know if this thing is a fake, or if the content written on that page of the parchment is not recognized by the status bar.

But at the next moment, Wei Tao pricked up his ears again.

Listening to the old man talking there, he went on to say, "Sir, this is an old ornament that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family. It has been kept in the hall of my ancestral house and no one cares about it.

The villain didn't know what its use was, so he just made a replica of it and wore it as an amulet every day."

Wei Tao gently exhaled a breath, "You mean, the thing you are wearing is just a fake?"

The old man said, "Your Majesty is right. The original thing is as big as a washbasin, and a small one wouldn't be able to wear it every day."

"The original thing is as big as a washbasin?" Wei Tao's eyes suddenly lit up.

Before that, the largest item he had acquired that could be converted into status bar gold coins was the jade lotus platform brought by Ni Hao, which was equivalent to half the size of an adult's palm.

Today I suddenly heard that there is an item as big as a washbasin. How can I not get excited?

Carefully observing Wei Tao's expression, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face, "If you are interested, I will go back and get the ornament for you.

Anyway, the little ones don’t know much about the goods, so even if they put such good things at home, they will just gather dust in vain.”

Half an hour later.

Wei Tao has arrived at the old man's home.

He stretched out his hand to touch the statue of a dragon head and an animal body in front of him, and was lost in thought for a long time.
To be continued...