FVN Chapter 7 A Dark and Windy Night, A Night for Murder!
Chapter 7 A Dark and Windy Night, A Night for Murder!
"Looking for our boss?"
Zhao Er was taken aback:
"The boss isn't here. He took his men to the East City Market."
"We came from Dongcheng Market."
Another guard surnamed Liu coldly interjected:
"Wang Hu is incredibly audacious; he committed murder in town and has now fled to escape punishment! The captain has ordered the Black Tiger Gang to be sealed off, and all gang members to remain in place and await further orders!"
"What?!"
These words caused an uproar among all the members of the Black Tiger Gang.
"Impossible! How could our boss kill someone and flee!"
"Have you made a mistake, city guards?"
"That's right, our boss and Lieutenant Li are like brothers!"
Zhao Er's expression changed completely; he realized something was wrong.
Even if Wang Hu had killed someone, given his relationship with Li Wei, he would never have ended up "fleeing to avoid punishment."
There must be more to this than meets the eye!
"Brother Zhang, what exactly is going on? Is there some misunderstanding?"
Zhao Er asked anxiously.
"Misunderstand?"
The guard surnamed Zhang sneered.
"Wang Hu killed someone, that's a fact! There's eyewitness testimony and physical evidence! When we arrived, the murderer had already fled, and Wang Hu was nowhere to be found! What else could it be but a fugitive fleeing from justice?"
This is the rhetoric Li Wei taught them.
First, we need to definitively convict Wang Hu and demoralize the Black Tiger Gang.
Zhao Er's mind raced.
No! Absolutely not!
Wang Hu went to deal with a sickly person, how did it become that he killed someone?
He even went on the run?
There's only one possibility...
problem occurs!
The boss and the others might really be in trouble!
The city guards aren't here to catch any murderers; they're here to take the opportunity to annex the Black Tiger Gang!
Having figured this out, Zhao Er broke out in a cold sweat.
"Brothers, something's definitely up here! Our boss would never run away!"
Zhao Er wanted to argue further.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The guard surnamed Liu was already getting impatient.
"Are you going to disobey the captain's orders? Let me tell you, if you cooperate now, the captain might spare your lives out of consideration for our past relationship. If you dare to resist, you will all be treated as accomplices and killed without exception!"
The words "kill without mercy" sent chills down the spines of all the Black Tiger Gang members.
This group of people is good at bullying ordinary people, but if they really go head-to-head with the well-equipped city guards, it's like throwing an egg against a rock.
For a moment, everyone hesitated and looked at Zhao Er and Qian Si.
Zhao Er's expression was uncertain; he knew that once they laid down their weapons, they would be like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
But if they don't lay down their weapons, it's tantamount to openly resisting the government and will only lead to their death!
At this tense moment, when both sides were caught in a dilemma, it was a situation where swords were drawn and neither side could advance or retreat
No one noticed that a dark figure, like a ghost, silently climbed over the back wall of the dilapidated temple.
The dark figure was none other than Yang Qian.
After settling his sister-in-law in, he sneaked over alone.
He hadn't expected the city guards to act so quickly, directly blocking the Black Tiger Gang's stronghold.
However, this is for the best.
This is a perfect opportunity for him to play the role of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Yang Qian's figure disappeared into the dark corner, his cold gaze sweeping over the two groups of people in the courtyard.
His hearing was greatly enhanced after he mastered the Changchun Gong, and he could hear the conversation outside clearly just now.
"Fleeing to escape punishment? What a clever scheme to frame someone and use someone else to do the dirty work."
Yang Qian sneered inwardly.
This city guard captain, Li Wei, is indeed no good.
However, this suited him perfectly.
Dogs fighting, a mouthful of fur.
Let you two start fighting.
Yang Qian's goal was clear: the treasure trove and the "Hun Yuan Gong" that Wang Hu had mentioned.
He quietly bypassed the opposing crowd and, based on Wang Hu's description, sneaked towards a side hall in the backyard of the dilapidated temple.
The treasure trove is right there, beneath the statue of the god.
The backyard of the dilapidated temple, a side hall.
This place is even more dilapidated than the front hall, with collapsed Buddha statues covered in thick dust and a stench of decay permeating the air.
Yang Qian's figure appeared like a wisp of smoke, silently landing behind a statue that was missing half its head.
He held his breath and listened carefully to the sounds coming from the front yard.
The standoff between Zhao Er and the city guards continued, with shouts and arguments constantly escalating, perfectly masking his actions.
"This is it."
Yang Qian's gaze was fixed on a relatively intact statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the center of the side hall.
According to Wang Hu's memory, the mechanism was located on the lotus throne behind the statue.
He went around to the back of the statue and, sure enough, found a barely perceptible protrusion on the third lotus petal of the lotus seat.
He pressed down hard.
"Click...click..."
A sickening creaking sound rang out, and the ground in front of the statue slowly cracked open.
A dark hole was revealed, and a damp, earthy smell wafted out.
Without hesitation, Yang Qian immediately slipped into the secret passage and casually closed the stone slab at the entrance.
The secret passage is short, with only a dozen or so steps.
At the end was a small stone chamber, with several luminous pearls embedded in the walls, illuminating the entire chamber.
In the center of the stone chamber, there were three large chests.
Yang Qian stepped forward and opened the first box.
Suddenly, the golden light was so dazzling that he could hardly open his eyes.
A whole box full of gold ingots gleamed under the light of the luminous pearl.
"We've struck it rich!"
Even with his calm and collected nature, Yang Qian's heart couldn't help but race when he saw this scene.
He roughly estimated that this box of gold contained at least a thousand taels.
In this era, that would be enough for him and his sister-in-law to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.
He suppressed his excitement and opened the second box.
Inside were neatly stacked silver ingots, more numerous than gold.
The third box contained some loose jewelry, jade artifacts, and antiques, which were clearly the ill-gotten gains that the Black Tiger Gang had plundered from the people over the years.
"With this money, my sister-in-law won't have to live a hard life anymore."
Yang Qian felt a sense of satisfaction.
His main purpose in this adventure was to improve the lives of himself and his sister-in-law.
However, he did not forget something more important.
His gaze swept quickly across the stone chamber, finally settling on an iron box in a corner.
The box was rusty and looked quite old.
Yang Qian walked over and opened the iron box.
There was no paper manual inside as one might expect, but instead... a human skin!
A skin of unknown origin.
It is dark gold in color, neither gold nor jade in texture, and has a warm, smooth feel. It is decorated with strange, blood-red characters.
It contains a densely written exercise manual, along with diagrams of the body's meridians and acupoints.
"Is this the Hunyuan Gong?"
Yang Qian frowned.
Wang Hu said this was only a low-grade Yellow Rank cultivation technique, but the way it was recorded was too bizarre.
Moreover, the aura emanating from the human skin painting made him feel a chill.
It seemed to contain some kind of terrifying, world-destroying power.