My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

By the Jinshui River, Changrui Wharf.

The Jinghong ship was firmly docked at the dock, like a peninsula extending out from the river bank.

Inside the Jinghong Hall on the top floor of the pavilion.

Jin Wuduan listened to his subordinate's report with an ugly face.

"Section Master Zhuo and his entourage, more than ten people have all disappeared."

"More than half of the boat was damaged, and it stopped by the river halfway."

"The people on the boat are scattered and don't know where they are going."

Jin Wuduan slapped the table fiercely: "You are so daring, how dare you attack the master of my Jinghong Gang!"

"Go on and search along the river, and you must find Hall Master Zhuo for me. If you live, you will see people, and if you die, you will see corpses."

"Also, inform Li Jun. The matter is in his jurisdiction. If you don't give me an explanation, don't be the head of the Lijiang Hall!"

"Yes!" The subordinate left tremblingly. He had never seen a gang leader so furious.

After everyone left, Zuo Sheng quickly comforted him: "Master, calm down."

"If you dare to do something to us, it's definitely not easy."

"For example, Zhuyi Pavilion, or sincerity..."

Zuo Sheng was worried: "We have to be prepared to be fully impacted by it."

They and Zhuyi Pavilion's Liangzi are not small.

The contradiction between sincerity and sincerity is as huge.

Jin Wuduan looked at Zuo Sheng complicatedly.

"Sheng'er, I really want to retire and take care of my life. You don't have to do this for me."

Zuo Sheng was dumbfounded.

"What did I do?"

Jin Wuduan showed a look of relief on his face: "Yes, you didn't do anything."

"Anyone who asks, you will die immediately, saying that it is Zhu Yige's provocation, and that it is sincere revenge."

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Do you understand?" Jin Wuduan raised a point earnestly.

Zuo Sheng: "..."

It's over, I misunderstood again!

"I've been in retreat for the past few days, and I don't have time to trouble Hall Master Zhuo." Zuo Sheng explained seriously.

Jin Wuduan's expression changed: "Be quiet! The wall has ears!"

Pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a moment, only to find that there was no one around ten meters, and he was relieved. There was a smile on his face: "Yes, that's the attitude, you didn't do anything, you know?"

Zuo Sheng felt aggrieved and wanted to jump into the river.

It's really none of my business!

"Yes, yes, this aggrieved expression is perfect! Keep it up!"

Zuo Sheng: "..."

……

Daliang 640, December 15th.

The weather turned cooler, and the cold air from the north finally affected Nanyang Mansion, but unfortunately the coldness was limited.

Chen Mu was wearing a single shirt, holding a wooden cup filled with milk tea in both hands, and sat on a rocking chair under the eaves to enjoy the sunset.

His breathing changed rapidly, maintaining a certain rhythm. The muscles under the clothes also bounce from time to time with the changes in breathing.

A few days ago, the white ape practice surgery successfully completed the easy marrow.

The increase in physical fitness was surprisingly minimal.

Only the length of the arms increased slightly.

"In the stage of raising the soul, the training speed returned to normal." Chen Mu thought thoughtfully.

He also thought that raising the soul would be as fast as when training the shape.

But the actual speed of raising the soul is a little faster than the kestrel and the blue-eyed golden ape, but it is also limited.

"Is it because the courage is too small to cover it?"

"Perhaps the courage cultivated by the white ape's shape manipulation can be a little bigger? Haha." Chen Mu shrugged, thinking lightly.

As time passed, the weather became colder and colder, and Chen Mu lived a routine every day.

I ponder the food at mealtime, brush up my proficiency at other times, and drink tea on the reclining chair in a daze when I get tired.

When I have time, I will go around the northern and southern cities for a few laps, looking for some delicious food, and inquire about some news by the way.

The days were leisurely and peaceful.

……

At the north gate of Nanshi City, there is a large square outside the archway.

"Who are those more than ten people?" Chen Mu squeezed into the crowd and looked curiously at the prisoners who were placed on the square stone platform.

"Terrorist."

"Ransacking more than ten shops overnight, killing people is nothing."

"While fleeing along the Luo River, he was found and caught by the heroes of the Jinghong Gang."

"Doing it in Nanyang City? That's really not an ordinary bandit." Chen Mu sighed.

The world is in chaos, and all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods have come out.

"Who said it wasn't, and he was bold enough to move the Jinghong Gang's industry. Can the Jinghong Gang spare them?"

"I didn't cut off their heads privately, it's all for the sake of Lord Shangguan."

Chen Mu couldn't help shaking his head.

He lived in Nanyang Mansion for a year and knew the reputation of the Jinghong Gang.

These people even dared to loot the Jinghong Gang's shop, which is really reckless.

"I heard that he is the enemy of Zhuo's master in Tianqi Hall."

"Isn't Hall Master Zhuo gone? These people saw the hope of revenge, killing people and stealing money."

"I heard that Hall Master Zhuo has two sons checking accounts in the shop, and happened to be met by this group of people."

"That's miserable."

Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat.

When Zhuo Yinghai died, the Zhuo family was also unlucky.

Who let the old man have a bad heart, he would rather kill the mistake and let it go. Retribution after death is inevitable.

"This is the third batch, right? Tsk tsk..."

"The Zhuo family is also in trouble. Both people and money have been lost. If it wasn't for the Jinghong Gang to catch the murderer, it would be really miserable."

Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh.

No matter how big the family business, how big the prestige, if you die, everything will be gone. Children and grandchildren have to follow suit.

"It's important to save your life." Chen Mu was deeply inspired.

Chen Mu turned his head and walked towards the Chunfeng Tower.

It's been a long time since I saw Miss Yutao's dancing, I miss her.

……

At seven or eight o'clock at night, the lights are on, and the nightlife in Nanyang Mansion is flourishing.

But Chen Mu was full of food and drink. Against the lively crowd in Nanshi, he wandered home~www.wuxiamtl.com~ passing by Beimen Square, and vaguely saw the dark blood on the beheading platform, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly startled, remembering the discussion in the crowd during the day.

"Where did so many mad gangsters come from? Ignoring the Nanyang government and the Jinghong Gang, they were so blatant against the Zhuo family."

"Well... there won't be anything going on here, right?"

With the cool wind blowing, Chen Mu couldn't help shivering.

"I'm afraid someone has a crush on Zhuo Yinghai's family..."

"The world is dangerous!"

Chen Mu no longer dared to think too much, and hurried home.

……

Zhuo Yinghai's death really caused a storm.

Zhuo's family was robbed in succession.

In the end, it was said that the Jinghong Gang came forward and sent people to protect them, which made the gangsters stop.

Is there any inside story? Chen Mu said that the melon was too big for him to eat, so he didn't dare to inquire.

This turmoil came and went quickly.

It seemed that neither the Jinghong Gang nor the Nanyang government wanted to make a big deal.

Ming Mian shouted that he wanted to take revenge for Zhuo Ying poster and to arrest the culprit. But only the Jinghong Gang came forward to quietly collect information.

They didn't carry out a large-scale search like the last time. And soon there was no movement.

"It's still Jin Gui, a son of an aristocratic family." Chen Mu sighed happily.

"It's better if the search force is small." He is safer.

Originally, the small courtyard was clearly registered under Chen Jia's name, but no one went to check it from beginning to end.

However, there were two waves of thieves who visited it.

Before one of them entered the yard, he was numbed by a fine needle on the wall.

The other one turned in, but the yard had already been scraped by the five ghost bags, and in the end, he only followed a slapped grass carp from the pond.