The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 140

  Yan Qingqiu was waiting for him in the door. He asked, "Is your question difficult?"

   "Not difficult." Li Rongsen just answered him casually.

   There was still a door behind the two of them, wide and big, like a stone, and he was slowly opening it.

  The inside of the door is pitch black, the kind of blackness that you can't see your fingers.

   Li Rongsen asked Yan Qingqiu: "I didn't expect it to be so dark, you should wear a flashlight."

   As soon as he finished his sentence, he heard the sound of "呯" light up, and there were burning torches installed on the walls one after another.

   is a passage going straight forward, with stalls on both sides, lined up neatly.

   Yan Qingqiu said: "Let's go, go in."

   Stalls are filled with bizarre things, both in the West and China. I can't tell which era they are from. There is a stall owner in each stall.

  Li Rongsen didn't think much, he just followed Yan Qingqiu forward.

   But Yan Qingqiu stopped in front of one of the stalls and said, "Has she been here recently?"

   "I didn't see it." The man was not sitting face to face, but turned his back to him.

  Yan Qingqiu saw that there were many poisons on the booth, so he did not doubt what he said, saying: "If she comes, you must remember to give her that letter."

   "She doesn't know how to read it," the man said again.

   "If you want to give it to her, give it to her, where can there be so much nonsense."

   "When will you be able to help me detoxify, I want to get out of here." The man turned around and almost startled Li Rongsen.

  The man's face was covered with tumors like ping-pong balls, and it was pimples. Looking at it, he couldn't help but feel terrified. Li Rongsen instinctively turned his face to the side.

But the man stared at Li Rongsen and said, "This man is really good-looking, I like this face." Then he reached out and touched Li Rongsen's face, but Yan Qingqiu knocked him off and said, "Don't touch it. he."

   "I like his face," the man said again.

   "Who the **** is he?" Li Rongsen couldn't help asking, he could clearly see the fierce desire in his eyes, and heard him say in his heart, with this face, I can do a lot of things.

   Yan Qingqiu said, "Even if you detoxify you, you won't become him."

   "Even his voice is very nice." The tone of the man's voice had changed when he said these words, and it was completely Li Rongsen's voice.

  Li Rongsen was startled, but Yan Qingqiu had already pulled up his sleeve and ran away, he said, "Stop talking about that paranoia, let's do serious business."

   Li Rongsen said, "That person still has some skills."

   "His playfulness is too heavy." Yan Qingqiu's tone was somewhat disdainful.

   The two turned to the left and saw another door, with two people guarding the door.

   One of the guards said: "The city lord is resting."

   "I brought a friend here who wants to see the city lord." Yan Qingqiu pointed at Li Rongsen, took out two more pills from his body, handed them to them, and said, "This tastes good, try it."

   "Who wouldn't know it was poison." Those two people didn't like to see each other.

   "If you don't eat it, you think you can't get poisoned, and you've already been recruited at a glance." Yan Qingqiu snorted disapprovingly.

   Sure enough, the two guards fell.

  Li Rongsen said: "You really have some skills."

   "They won't let anyone in. If they want to get in, they have to outsmart them, or break in hard. They have brute force, but their brains are a bit stupid." Yan Qingqiu motioned Li Rongsen to enter.

  Inside the door is the hall, with two tall screens on the left and right. The pictures of the sufferings of **** are painted on the screens, which have a creepy and eerie feeling.

   "Go to the right." Yan Qingqiu said.

  Going to the right, passing another screen, it was another hall, and saw an old man sitting on a seat, his white hair was extremely long, divided into several bundles hanging on the roof, while his white beard was hanging on the ground.

  Yan Qingqiu went around his white beard, approached him, and said, "He said he was coming to buy something."

   "What to buy?" the old man asked,

   Li Rongsen was a little surprised. He, who looked like a hundred years old, sounded like a fifteen or sixteen year old boy.

   "I know that there is a kind of treasure that can protect peace. Metal, wood, water, fire, soil, and evil cannot penetrate. If someone destroys him, he will destroy himself. I want this thing."

   "The tone is really not small, this is the treasure of my Xicheng."

   "Someone also has a treasure."

   "That's just to ward off evil spirits and remove poison, but it's just a trick. The treasure you want can last for ten thousand years. How can you compare it?" The old man giggled.

   "Then I want him even more."

   "Everyone who wants him is dead." After the old man finished speaking, he turned the wooden staff beside him, and saw several sharp arrows flying out.

  Li Rongsen hurriedly dodged. After he stood firm, he saw arrows all over his body. He said, "I heard that as long as I can see you, you will agree to his request."

   "That's right." The old man nodded and added, "But I have to exchange things for it."

   "I am willing to be a slave to Xicheng, give me the treasure."

   "You want the treasure, you want the whole West City, you have ulterior motives." The old man was very unhappy, he turned the wooden stick again, and saw a big net going to Li Rongsen.

  Yan Qingqiu's eyes were quick, he pulled Li Rongsen over, and said to the old man, "What's the matter with you, if you have something to say, you will be rough."

   "Go away." The old man waved his sleeves towards Yan Qingqiu as he spoke.

  Yan Qingqiu avoided the strong wind, he pulled a strand of the old man's hair off and made it fall to the ground.

The old man went crazy, and hurriedly went over to hold his white hair and shouted: "Damn you, my hair, my hair, my hair can't be stained with ashes, and can't touch the dirty floor. ."

   "Crazy old man." Yan Qingqiu sneered and said, "Beards are not afraid of getting dirty, but hair is afraid of getting dirty, what is it?"

The    old man said with anger, "Today the city lord returns to the city, I won't let you care too much, let the city lord deal with you, you are dead!"

   At this time, someone outside was heard shouting: "The city lord has returned to the city, the city lord has returned to the city."

  The old man took advantage of Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu's distraction, tied them with ropes and tied their ankles, and then hung them upside down from the beam.

   The two of them were like silkworm chrysalis.

   "Hey, this stinky old man, put me down quickly, I'm dizzy." Yan Qingqiu was depressed.

   Li Rongsen asked, "Do you know who the city owner is?"

   "How would I know, I haven't seen it before." Yan Qingqiu snorted and added, "We are unlucky, the city lord will definitely try to exploit us when he comes back. I heard that he is fierce, ruthless, and moody."

   "Then we are sure to die today." Li Rongsen frowned, finding that he couldn't move at all.

"If you don't come, you have to come." Yan Qingqiu was so remorseful in her heart that she immediately began to blame herself, "Me too, what kind of money are you greedy for? One million is not a lot of money with you, and it's a house to marry a wife. Can't afford it."

   "Shut up." Li Rongsen really couldn't take it anymore, he not only looked like a woman, but also had a similar personality.

   At this moment, the city lord walked in. He was wearing a black cloak and could not see clearly.

  The old man immediately bowed and said, "City Lord, these two people said that they want the treasure of the town of Xicheng."

  The city lord didn't speak at first. He seemed to be looking at Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu. After a long time, he indifferently instructed: "Put down the frying pan."

   (end of this chapter)