Poison Demon Immortal

Chapter 278 Diarrhea

Unceremoniously, old Wutou took the first step to occupy the deck room on the first floor.

Jiuji was not annoyed, but asked: "There is no deck house, but are there other rooms?"

"The only thing left is the warehouse under the ship's deck. Now there are 73 days before leaving the ship. People who come later will only be able to live in the warehouse. The environment of the warehouse is also good. The only problem is that there are no windows and no sunlight."

"What kind of sunshine do you want for a blind man? It's just right to live in the warehouse below."

Old Wutou said beside him, his tone was unceremonious, which made the young man in white a little astonished.

The young man in white frowned. The two came hand in hand, and they should know each other, but they never expected that the old bald man would be so mean.

"As a blind person, I really don't need sunlight, but I need ventilation. It's humid to live below the deck, and it's better to be above the deck." Jiuji said calmly.

"Since that's the case... Are the two of you competing in weapon refining or martial arts?" The young man in white said with a smile.

The Dagan Dynasty was originally respected by martial arts, and it is common for martial arts to be contested if there is a disagreement.

This is the Heavenly Remnant League.

Advocating refining tools, so in addition to martial arts competitions, you can also compare refining tools.

Old Wutou looked carefully at Jiuji and saw the pipa on Jiuji's back.

This is an imitation of the Jiuqu Pipa, and the workmanship is not bad. This person is very likely to be as proficient in refining as himself.

What's more, old Wutou also wanted to test Jiuji's reality in silence, so he said decisively: "Competition of martial arts."

"Can you kill people?" Jiuji asked.

As soon as these words came out, Old Wu shrank his head and neck, and then blushed, his face was full of anger.

"Of course not. Both of you are guests of our Heavenly Remnant League, so we should stop there." The young man in white said.

"It's okay to click as far as you want." Jiuji nodded in response.

"Follow me, you two." The young man in white led the two to the deck of the ship.

"The two of you haven't signed the life and death certificate, it's just an ordinary discussion. Don't kill each other. If there is a murder, I will shoot the arrow. At that time, the city lord's mansion will intervene, and the murderer will be imprisoned, and even be executed after autumn. Take care of yourself." The young man in white warned loudly.

"The gong sounds, and the contest begins." The young man in white retreated to the side of the ship, and then took out the gong and a small wooden hammer from the storage bag.

"Are you two ready?" the young man in white asked.

"Yeah!" Old Wu nodded seriously with a solemn face.

Boom!
The youth in white rang the gong.

The fight begins.

Old Wu tapped his storage bag and took out a sharp long sword.

Clang.

The long sword fell.

Old Wutou couldn't hold the long sword without a thumb.

"This old man is such a waste." Above the attic on the second floor, a white-faced and beardless man said.

The young man in white also wanted to laugh, but he held it back.

"What's missing?" asked the blind man Jiuji.

After the sound of the gong.

There were people watching from the attic on the second floor and the attic on the top floor. These people laughed when they saw that Old Wu had dropped the sword in his hand.

A trace of cunning flashed in the eyes of the old Wu Tou, and then he raised his leg and kicked the long sword that fell to the ground, and the long sword pierced Jiuji's abdomen.

Jiuji turned sideways to take the pipa from behind, and at the moment of turning sideways, he just avoided the flying sword.

I don't know if it's luck, or the magical power of listening to the sound.

Close to Jiuji sat down, there was no bench on his body, but he seemed to be sitting on a bench.

Void borrows strength.

Second rank martial artist.

Old Wu's face changed drastically, and he shouted without hesitation: "I admit defeat!"

dong dong dong...

Jiuji pressed down on the strings with a weird fingering.

Without hesitation, an underwater sonic attack was launched.

Sound waves are visible to the naked eye underwater, but invisible above the surface.

The soundless sound wave hit Old Wu's head.

Old Wu's expression changed.

puff!
Fart.

puff puff puff...

Old Wu's face twisted and he let out four or five farts.

"This guest...he has already surrendered, so you don't need to make any more moves." The white-clothed disciple hastily stopped him.

Boom!
Jiuji also shot at the disciple in white.

The white-clothed disciple's expression changed immediately, and he ran away clutching his stomach.

"Take me to the toilet." Old Wutou also covered the wise man's stomach and buttocks, and ran after the white-clothed disciple.

Kuji stopped the sonic attack and stood up again.

Jiuji has tried sonic attack long ago in the water. Although it can kill fish, it still has to try to see how effective it is against people.

Now that the old Wu head hit the muzzle by himself, of course he had to try it.

As for exposing your cultivation?

Most of the people on this boat are martial masters from the upper three realms, on the contrary, martial artists from the middle three realms like Old Wutou are in the minority.

If Jiuji pretends to be weak, it will look too different. It's better to mingle with everyone with a second-rank cultivation to get more information.

But old Wutou mutilated himself and got on a black-armored boat, so he must have a plan.

But this old guy is mean by nature, he doesn't want to suffer a little bit, and he wants to test Jiuji, so he agrees to a duel in front of others.

Of course, the strength of old Wutou must be more than that. After all, he is good at refining weapons, and the Thunder Fire Orb is indispensable, but it seems a bit irrational to use the Thunder Fire Orb just to compete for a mere deck house.

After old Wutou conceded defeat and rushed to the hut, Jiuji frowned slightly.

His sonic attack must have been out of practice.

Thinking of Xiaogouhou who is so glamorous, he wouldn't be so indecent.

It is really hard for Jiuji to imagine the scene where Xiaogou is playing the piano, and a group of people around him are shooting guns.

If it is so indecent, then Xiaogouhou will definitely not be able to practice, so it can be deduced in reverse, that he has practiced wrongly.

But where is the problem?
Just when Jiu Ji frowned and thought, another white-clothed disciple stepped forward to cup his fists respectfully and said, "Congratulations senior for winning the competition, please come with me, senior."

The disciple in white brought Jiuji to the last deckhouse.

The disciple in white took out a brass key from his waist and opened the door of the plywood room.

There was no frills in the deckhouse, just a single bed, a large wooden box, and a window.

The disciple in white handed the brass key to Jiuji, and Jiuji put it in the storage bag.

"This guest... has 73 days left before leaving the ship. You can live on the ship or choose to live off the ship. If you live on the ship, you need to pay two taels of silver every ten days." A Xiaosi in white said.

"Two taels of silver to stay for ten days, even if compared to the inns outside, it is very cheap." Jiu Ji said with satisfaction.

"Then you want to live on the boat?"

"Yes."

"Before the ship sails, three meals a day, if you eat on board, you will have to add two taels of silver."

"What do you eat?"

"Before sailing, we always bring food boxes on board from the hotel on the pier, and guests can order by themselves."

"One bowl of fish ball noodles every day, and a little blood tofu at home." Jiuji simply took out two taels of gold.

Two taels of gold are equivalent to 40 taels of silver.

It is enough for Jiuji to live on the boat for a hundred days.

"Thank you guest."

"After sailing, how much silver a day?"

"After sailing, all expenses will be borne by Tian Canmeng League, no money is needed."

"Are you a disciple of the Tian Cang League?"

"The Heavenly Remnant League is an alliance of refiners. The alliance is not a sect that will not accept disciples. We are apprentices hired by the Tiancan League to manage the black armored ship." The white-clothed disciple said humbly.

"Student of Mao Gong?"

"That's right... We don't work in the Tiancan League for a long time. We go wherever we get paid. This is no different from the Maogong in the city, so we are called Maogong disciples."

"I see...you go out, I want to take a rest."

(End of this chapter)