You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 20: The River God Festival Tomorrow

When the young man walked out of the room, he saw Chu Xun holding a knife and spitting out bones.

"Mr. Zhao... ahem, please help me take a look, ahem, what's going on?"

Chu Xun paused three times while saying this, and each time he spat out a piece of bone. The bones were of different sizes, and all of them were different kinds of bones.

Mr. Zhao frowned tightly.

How come this local gang leader goes out and starts throwing away bones after coming back?
He walked up to Chu Xun, frowned and looked Chu Xun up and down, then a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Is there such a master in Qingzhou City?"

"What?"

When Chu Xun heard what Mr. Zhao said, his heart sank.

Young Master Zhao comes from a prominent family and even has the power of a vassal king behind him. He is knowledgeable and capable. Anyone who can be called a master in his mouth must have considerable abilities!
I was just slapped on the head by that little girl, and this is the result?

The guy opposite doesn’t look very old either!
"Tell me what happened to you, quickly."

Young Master Zhao's face wasn't in a very good mood right now. He had just spoken to his grandfather, where he was scolded. He was also given a task to investigate who had blown away the energy in the two paper men's bodies. As a result, this temporary subordinate of his was put under a curse.

The method of casting the curse is so clever!

Even if he used his little toes to think, he knew that the person who gave Chu Xun the trick was probably related to the person who broke the paper doll!
Before he came, there were not many masters in Qingzhou City, but after he came, they popped up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

This……

Isn't this bullying!
Chu Xun stammered and hid the knife behind his back. He then coughed again and spat out two bones.

Seeing him like this, Master Zhao sneered:
"The curse in your body is powerful and powerful. In my opinion, what you are vomiting out now are your own bones. If this curse is not lifted, in three days at most, all the bones in your body will be vomited out from your mouth. Your body will become smaller and smaller until you are finally flat in the jar and people will think you are a pool of meat paste.

"You may not die, but you will be unable to walk or move, and even have to be fed. If you are treated like a shit pot or a piss pot, and you can't even speak, what's the point of living?"

When Chu Xun heard this, his face turned pale and he knelt down in front of Master Zhao.

"Please, sir, save me. Ahem. Please, sir, save me. Ahem!"

At that moment, he didn't have the courage to hide it anymore, and quickly told the whole story from how he saw the precious sword to how he stole the sword and was slapped.

Mr. Zhao listened carefully to Chu Xun's words.

"Is it a girl?"

"It's a girl."

"very beautiful?"

"She may not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but at least she has rosy lips and white teeth, cough cough cough..."

Whose daughter is this? Are they eyeing this lake too?
Young Master Zhao spent a long time comparing the various characters in his mind, but he really couldn't figure out which young lady from aristocratic family would come here.

"Sir, can you save me?"

Chu Xun looked at Master Zhao with pleading eyes, but Master Zhao looked down at him without saying a word.

As if sensing the meaning in Master Zhao's eyes, Chu Xun gritted his teeth, and finally held the knife with both hands and brought it to Master Zhao.

"Quite sensible."

Master Zhao held the knife handle with one hand and raised it.

"Good knife!"

Even though Master Zhao had seen countless treasures, when this knife fell into his hands, he could still feel the spiritual power of the knife.

He just shook his wrist, and a white light flashed across the top of Chu Xun's head. Chu Xun felt a chill on his head and discovered that a lot of his hair had fallen off.

Young Master Zhao picked up a strand of hair from the ground and said with a smile:
"It's true that you can make a quick decision."

Chu Xun felt that the top of his head must have been bald, but he could only smile awkwardly and then looked at Mr. Zhao expectantly.

"Don't worry." Young Master Zhao comforted Chu Xun and said, "After offering sacrifices to the river god tomorrow, you can ask the river god to help you get rid of the curse, and I will be by your side to protect you. To put it bluntly, although the curse in your body is a powerful one, it is not so unsolvable. It can be washed away with a strong flush of Yin Qi."

Hearing this, Chu Xun finally breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he reluctantly fixed his eyes on the precious sword.

Master Zhao put the knife beside him without any reason.

"I will give the treasure you gave me to my grandfather. My family will definitely pay more attention to you then."

Chu Xun could only nod awkwardly.

……

When Zuo Chen returned to the escort agency, before he even entered the door, he found a large group of escorts gathered outside the door. They looked anxious and looked around. They wanted to pull up a tree to see a few earthworms in a pit, or drain the river to see a few fish in a low-lying area.

what happened?

Puzzled, Zuo Chen stepped into the courtyard and saw Liu Laizi howling with his head tilted back:
"Master, I'm so sorry!"

Then came hysterical crying.

Zuo Chen's forehead was covered with sweat. What's going on? Why is this the same as crying and screaming at a funeral? Am I not dead yet?
He walked behind Liu Laizi and patted his shoulder. Liu Laizi was startled, and when he turned around and saw Zuo Chen, he burst into tears:

"Master! It's lost, it's lost! Woo woo woo ..."

"make it clear."

Liu Laizi also wanted to explain the matter clearly, but he cried so hard that it felt like something was choking his throat. His mouth and tongue were not working, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Caiyi came over and explained to Zuo Chen what had just happened.

"This……"

Zuo Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He didn't expect that such a thing would happen when he was out for such a short while.

I just got a knife and it was stolen.

"I don't recognize the face of the man who stole the knife. His face was stiff. I'm afraid he was wearing a human skin mask. He came prepared. Woo woo!"

Seeing Liu Laizi crying so hard, Zuo Chen just shook his head:

"It's just a knife. The most important thing is that the person is still alive."

"But, but this is a gift from you, Taoist Priest..."

Liu Laizi obviously still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

Caiyi was smart, and when she heard what Liu Laizi said, she said with a smile:
"Boss, your sword is a treasure, and everyone knows it. A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. You can defeat this thief today, but what if someone from a noble family comes later? Or what if someone from a vassal king comes?"

"That's what I said..."

If someone said this to him, he would probably curse: "You are talking nonsense, it's not your stuff that was stolen!"

But he couldn't refute what Caiyi and the Taoist priest said.

After crying for a while, Liu Laizi seemed to have come to his senses. He wiped his face with his hands and managed to stop the tears. He bowed to Zuo Chen and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh. Maybe that treasure is not meant for me."

“You don’t have to be too disappointed. The Qi I infused into that knife will dissipate when it sees blood. It’s not suitable for a bodyguard like you.” Zuo Chen said with a laugh.

"what?"

Liu Laizi scratched his head.

That really doesn't seem to be suitable for someone like him who lives on the edge of a knife.

"Let me teach you some tips on your light Kung Fu." Zuo Chen thought about it again and decided to slightly modify his shrinking the earth into an inch technique and teach it to Liu Laizi.

"Really? Thank you, Taoist Master!"

Liu Laizi was overjoyed.

This thing called a martial art is much more valuable than a precious sword.

……

In the Bai Lao Club, a large group of guys were busy running around, but only Xu Fugui locked himself in the small courtyard.

There was no one around at the moment, except for him, who had a pale face and was pressing his abdomen with his hand.

He had been kicked by the Taoist earlier, after which a unique aura entered his dantian.

I thought I could rely on my own skills to squeeze out this aura, but I didn't expect...

The skills he had accumulated over the past thirty years were being constantly eroded by the strange energy in his stomach!

"That ghost Taoist priest! What did he do to me?!"

He cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.

If he continues like this, all his spiritual power will disappear, and only a wisp of strange energy will remain.

Then how can he manage the Bai Lao Society?

If he is exposed, someone will stab him in the back the next day!
"We will officially offer sacrifices to the river god tomorrow, but we still don't know what that old bastard Chu Xun wants to do."

Xu Fugui had a splitting headache, but he had no idea what to do.

Could it be that the Bai Lao Society will be destroyed in the coming days?

This thought popped into his mind, and he felt pessimistic and desperate.

Collecting his thoughts, Xu Fugui stood up and walked to the window.

What caught his eyes were the rolling ripples on Baishou Lake, with milky white waves glowing under the sunlight.

"I hope the river god will remember our friendship tomorrow and help me get rid of the evil spirit in my body."

Xu Fugui sighed and talked to himself.

(End of this chapter)