Republic of China

Chapter 368: Triple Combination of Rabbit and Pig
Time moves forward a little, to Beitai, where Liu Mangfan had just started his altar, and the base camp of the Anqing Gang with the Hai character head.

Liu Guanghai did not go to Juejuezi's house to watch the fight. Everyone has their own expertise. He is not afraid of anyone when it comes to chopping people with a knife, but he really has no way to deal with ghosts and gods.

And he has more important things to do.

In the study.

Liu Guanghai sat high at the head.

Extending outward on both sides were ferocious-looking men.

Kneeling in the middle were a father and son.

Mr. Kuai, the accountant, and his only son, Kuai Tong.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely solemn. The father and son dared not even breathe, let alone raise their heads to meet Liu Guanghai's sharp eyes.

"Old Kuai, how long have we known each other?"

“It’s been almost 20 years.”

"Today, it has been exactly 20 years and four months. You and I were both new laborers at the docks. Even to this day, I still remember the first meal we had together."

".I was set up that day and accidentally smashed the sharp goods. It was you, Master Hai, who broke into the Huai family's pot with a knife, and rescued me after being stabbed seven times. I have no way to repay you. I can only treat you to a meal of mutton hotpot if I sell all my belongings."

"Yes, from then on, you, I and Tong Weishan became sworn brothers. Although we have had some ups and downs along the way, our lives are getting better and better. We don't have to sell our things to eat hot pot again. So I never believe in the saying that it's hard to guard against thieves in your own home. In my opinion, we are all old brothers who have shared life and death together. No matter who cheats me, you won't cheat me either."

Mr. Kuai felt even more ashamed and wished he could bury his head in his belt.

He had thought about such a scene countless times, but when the truth came out, he still couldn't face Liu Guanghai.

"Oh, I was wondering why I couldn't find any clues no matter how hard I tried. It turns out that you and your son were already involved. I thought that only Tong Weishan went to Yoshino Street that day, but I didn't expect that you, Old Kuai, arrived earlier. Tell me, who did you meet that day and what business did you discuss?"

Liu Guanghai's tone was calm, without any trace of laziness.

But the core brothers on both sides all glared at him.

Yoshino Street was the Japanese concession, and the club they went to was Yuan Wenqiu's property.

You can't be going undercover, right?
The four words "eating from the same family and betraying the same people" are deeply engraved on the heads of the Kuai family father and son and the deceased Tong Weishan.

Mr. Kuai was speechless for a long time. He knew very well what would happen to him if the truth was revealed. He also knew that some things could only be kept to himself, otherwise the consequences would be more serious than death.
"You know the family rules well, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

"Master Hai! Master Hai, I say!!!"

The old ones can keep steady, but the young ones are not so stable.

Kuai Tong kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy, crying and begging, "Yuan Wenqiu asked Tong Weishan to buy a batch of old goods, but it is impossible to hide the sale from my father, so Yuan Wenqiu offered a price that my father and Tong Weishan could not refuse!"

Old Kuai, who was standing by, was horrified. He wanted to cover his son's mouth, but was quickly pinned to the ground by the strong men on both sides.

"You can't tell! If you don't tell, only you and I will die! If you tell, our whole family will be in trouble—"

At Liu Guanghai's signal, several big men kicked Kuai Ye in the mouth, causing teeth and blood foam to splatter all over the ground.

"You go on."

"It's oracle bones! Tong Weishan collected a batch of oracle bones from Henan Province. Later, I don't know how the Japanese got their eyes on them. They bought them through Yuan Wenqiu. In addition to real money, they also promised to help our family immigrate to Japan!"

Liu Guanghai's expression did not show much surprise.

As expected, the Japanese were involved.

"Tong Weishan's mother was tricked by Yuan Wenqiu and lost a lot of money. The Japanese offer not only helped her to settle the account but also made a lot of money. He had no choice but to agree. My father knew that there would be a decisive battle with Yuan Wenqiu in the future, so he didn't want to live a life of swords and sabers anymore. Lord Hai! It was too late when I found out about this. It has nothing to do with me. It was all done by my father and Tong Weishan!"

Between life and death, Kuai Tong no longer cared about many other things.

The family punishment that his father and son have to endure is more terrifying than three cuts and six holes. He hasn't lived enough, and he doesn't want to die yet.

"Oh? But judging from the results, it seems that you didn't get any benefits. All I saw was a gang robbing each other. Tong Weishan died tragically first, and your father almost lost his life."

Liu Guanghai sneered repeatedly.

Ah.

Not everyone can receive such great wealth.

"Was the one who killed Tong Weishan Nalan, who was warming Yuan Wenqiu's bed, allowed to make mistakes?"

".Unclear."

Liu Guanghai then looked at his old brother who was crying in grief, "It is reasonable, it is emotional, no matter what Tong Weishan did in his life, I still recognize him as my brother. He was wrong, we can talk about it behind closed doors, whoever kills him must be paid with blood.

These words come from the heart and are not false.

At the same time, he roughly guessed that the "treasure" that Zhao Sanyuan and others were looking for should be the batch of oracle bones.

"As long as you tell me who the Japanese behind Yuan Wenqiu is, I will spare your life and sever all ties with you from now on, and pretend that we have never met."

This question is particularly critical. Zhao Sanyuan and others are now fighting with Nalan Rongcuo. Liu Guanghai is not stupid. How can he not see that these people have put in a lot of effort? So he has to return the favor. He cannot compromise on what he promised. Now that he knows that the oracle bones were bought by the Japanese, he must investigate it to the end.

As for the answer to this question, Mr. Kuai did not dare to say, and Kuai Tong was not sure.

"I only know that he was a senior official in the consulate in the concession, Master Hai! That's really all I know. I've told you everything I know. I beg you to be generous and spare my life. My father is afraid of the Japanese devils, but I'm more afraid of you, Master Hai!"

While Liu Guanghai remained silent, no one noticed that the shadow in the corner was floating slightly and flashed away.

After the shadow quietly rushed out, a living man in a black tights stood out from it. He was short, and the only exposed eyes flashed with a cold and fierce light.

This man evaded all the sentries in Beitai and ran straight to Suluo Garden. He came before Tsuchimikado Toaki as quickly as possible and told him everything he had heard.

"Oracle bones? I see. No wonder Hachiro Sanada secretly embezzled a large amount of the concession funds. The things he bought turned out to be oracle bones. Where is Hachiro Sanada now?"

"Heading to the Astor Hotel."

"Very good. Take a few good men with you and go there in person. If you find the oracle bones, seize them immediately and kill anyone who has handled them."

"Mr. Sanada's people." "Murder them."

After giving the order, Tsuchimikado Toaki placed a blooming chrysanthemum in front of him. Five elite Onmyoji sat behind him, waiting for the opportunity to come.

After the Sunjiawan incident, the tail is finally caught. If it is proved that the Zhang family is behind it, it will be a perfect reason to attack. At least, it can tear a piece of fat meat off the Zhang family through this incident.

Until the evil situation between the two sides was completely resolved, the chrysanthemum in front of Tsuchimikado Toaki also withered completely.

"Follow the plan. No one should act rashly. Once you make a move, make sure it hits the target right away."

"Yes!"

at the same time.

Lu Xiucai supported Old Liu, who was still recovering, to the stage. Many spectators who were eating the fruit plates for free had all fainted and would definitely not wake up for an hour or so.

"Is it ok, Brother Liu? Otherwise, you can just take a rest."

"Are you playing? I worked so hard to break the opponent's divine barrier, and now you're going to finish it without me? It's okay, I'll just take it easy."

As he said, when it comes to the MVP settlement stage, Brother Liu has to be present no matter what he says. Although they are enemies rather than friends, he really admires Nalan's ability to tolerate mistakes. If he wants the help of Zuoyou Youshen, he will definitely fail this time.

In the night sky, the heavy snow fell heavier and heavier.

Zhao Sanyuan checked his own magic weapon and said to Zhang Xiaogou, "You won't be able to help from now on. After taking care of these spectators, just go do what you need to do. Today happens to be the weekend, and I think it's not too late. Don't delay your work."

Zhang Xiaogou was so moved that he burst into tears, thinking that he had made a good friend and that he still remembered that today was the big day for him to meet his goddess.

"You really don't need me? Don't be polite, brother. Not everyone in Su Luo Garden knows any magic, right? You know, I'm good at chopping people."

"Goodbye, those bastards of Nalan Rongcuo can't be dealt with by a knife. Even if we break the opponent's divine isolation, we must break into Su Luo Garden again to capture Nalan Rongcuo and bring him to Liu Guanghai if we want to complete Liu Guanghai's request. If you really want to, please help me find the batch of antiques I want."

The uneasiness in Zhao Sanyuan's heart never went away, but instead became more and more intense.

Even at this moment, he still felt that something bad was going to happen, but this feeling could not be explained by fortune-telling alone. Things had to go on and he could only take it one step at a time.

"Okay, I'll buy you a drink when this is all over."

"It's best to have a wedding banquet."

After parting with Zhang Xiaogou, Zhao Sanyuan walked onto the street and stood next to Kang Muang, who had a pale face and hooked fingers, as if he had suffered a cerebral thrombosis.

This was the aftereffect of his forced magic. He was burdened with the extremely evil feng shui from two directions and the great feng shui here. Even a person with a pure yang body could not withstand it.

"You have to stand up, Lao Kang. What happened before was just the warm-up. There's still a big show to come."

"Not bad, not bad. Don't underestimate the enemy, brother. You don't know how many masters are behind Nalan Rongcuo. The person who almost got you into trouble that night is powerful enough."

A sneer appeared on Zhao Sanyuan's lips.

Wouldn't it be better?
I’m just afraid that bastard isn’t here.

As long as I'm here, I'll settle the bill with interest tonight.

"It seems that the other side has no intention of taking the initiative." Lu Xiucai supported Liu Mangfan and walked over to stand still. The four brothers stared at the open gate of Suluo Garden. They could clearly see the two rows of extinguished red and white candles, and the melted images were hideous and terrifying.

"They are not stupid. After all, there are still living stakes buried under the Su Luo Garden. Although we are no longer restricted, their magic will be strengthened. Now we are sure that besides Nalan Rongcuo, there is a man who raises ghost fetuses, a second leather craftsman who may or may not know how to perform puppetry, and another who knows the art of escaping armor."

Zhao Sanyuan habitually lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Even if the second leatherworker is from Xiangxi, it doesn't matter. Let our old fairy deal with him and the one who raised the ghost. We can deal with the rest according to circumstances. Have you brought enough weapons? Especially you, Old Kang, is the peach wood sword you bought this time okay? Don't paint it red with wooden dregs again."

Lao Kang rolled his eyes and thought to himself, I do covet my master's old peach wood sword, a genuine peach wood struck by lightning, but such a treasure is hard to come by, and it's good enough if I don't encounter one from a dishonest merchant. This time it's guaranteed to be a genuine peach wood sword.

Suddenly, a breeze blew.

This is just an ordinary night breeze, nothing mysterious.

But Lu Xiucai, who had learned Fengjiaomen from Master Mo Wenshan, was suddenly stunned.

"Three combinations of Mao and Hai. Advancing to Jiaxu and Geng. Yima Yin. Fate sitting in Ziyou. Su Luoyuan in the fifth middle school. How many brothers are in Jiashen? What are their horoscopes?"

"What do you mean?"

At this critical moment, the brothers all knew that there was no chance of any nonsense between them, and it must be that the scholar had noticed something.

But Lu Xiucai's expression changed again and again, as if he was having an intense brainstorming session.

It's not his fault. Wind Horn Technique is extremely mysterious and he has only been learning it for a short time, so many of the signs he can't see clearly are very vague.

"I can't really say for sure," Lu Xiucai smiled bitterly and rubbed his temples, "Anyway, wealth and honor are sought in danger, and we are used to it."

"Then let's walk."

Zhao Sanyuan flicked the ash off his cigarette and took the first step forward, followed by his brothers.

In fact, the feeling that Lu Xiucai first grasped was very accurate.

Because the moment we stepped into the threshold of Suluo Garden, we realized that Lu Xiucai’s learning was not in vain.

The melodious and graceful sound of the pipa seems to stir up the deepest emotions in the heart.

This voice is so familiar.

Even if you hear it only once, it is enough to remember it for a lifetime.

I remember when I was at Northeastern University, I was very close to being wiped out by the sound of the pipa.

Every time he thought about it afterwards, even Zhao Sanyuan was still frightened, because the most profound feeling from the sound of the pipa was the feeling of powerlessness, a feeling of powerlessness that was useless even if he tried his best.

Zhao Sanyuan bit the cigarette butt tightly and chewed out every word almost forcefully.

"Old bitch!!!"

(End of this chapter)