Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 42 Life is a Passenger
"It's wonderful, really wonderful."

Inside a pawnshop, candlelight flickered, the reflections of a water mirror illuminating three beacon fires. Gui Zuoshi's claws pierced the air, unleashing a bloody storm. The spider webs of Futiantang cut off retreat. A blood-staining evil swarmed like locusts, trapping Jian Xue Wuming in the center of a blood-red vortex. Jian Xie swept across the area, his brow cinnabar reflecting the snow. Ice crystals formed where his blade passed, forming the evil's remains, but they crumbled piece by piece under the demonic aura. If the evil couldn't slay it, even Jian Xie would struggle to achieve his goal.

In the second water mirror, the vast expanse had long since lost its tranquil atmosphere. Dragon energy surged from the Geography Secretary's body like an abyss, while demonic essence transformed into a vicious dragon swirling across the heavens, shaking the very universe with its surge. Jian Zi Xian Ji lightly waved his whisk, and Gu Chen's sword responded with a powerful blow. Three feet of autumn water, carrying the profound energy of Taoism, pierced the heavens. The moment the two powerful forces clashed, the rubble of the bamboo hut was reduced to dust and scattered throughout the sky.

I just don't know if Jian Zi Xian Ji has enough money to repair Huo Ran Jing.

The third water mirror shone brightly, and Ye Chongsheng's body transformed into a turbulent stream of mercury, streaking through the void, but was dissolved by the Buddha's light before reaching the person. The other person was seen stepping on the golden lotus seal, and his feather fan fluttered with Zen wisdom. He seemed to be strolling leisurely, but in fact, every step was in harmony with the Zhou Tian constellations. Li Xuanxiao knew his identity the moment he saw his face.

A rural monk who broke his vows, his real name was Sword Monk Xuanlian. He was one of the three extraordinary individuals who once assisted the Xuanzong in sealing the otherworldly demonic realm. He was also the unfortunate Xiantian who was crushed to death by a boulder after extinguishing the demonic fire. Compared to a certain Xiantian who drowned long after, his fate was no less tragic.

Three battlefields, three smoke screens, Li Xuanxiao was quite infuriated watching. At this moment, a system prompt sounded in his mind, and a pawn sign pulled out a name. Li Xuanxiao was stunned at first, then began to read the content. After learning that the other party was a client developed by Mingzhan, he shook his head and moved to the lobby of the pawnshop in an instant. His black robe fluttered like night fog. Just as he was about to do that, footsteps were heard outside the pawnshop.

Jue Qingshu looked at the pawn card in his hand, then looked at the towering but ominous building in front of him. The words that the man said to him still echoed in his mind.

"You and I, like each other, carry a blood feud. If you seek revenge, we can help you here, provided you are willing to pay the price."

"What price?"

"Then only the pawnshop owner would know."

……

For revenge, she rushed to the pawnshop without hesitation, and after passing through a dark passage, she arrived at the place in front of her.

Strange lanterns, dark roads, ominous attic, and a pawnshop...

If other people saw this scene, they might be terrified, but her heart had already turned cold when the tragedy happened. The only thing that supported her body was the belief in revenge.

The door opened, and the candlelight in the pawnshop cast a shadow. She saw the omnipotent pawnshop owner that the man had spoken of, and at the same time, Li Xuanxiao also saw her.

"Welcome, distinguished guest." Li Xuanxiao raised his hand, and a cup of scented tea appeared in front of him. Then he made an invitation gesture.

"I just don't know whether I should call you Jueqingshu or Shuchoumei?"

Soothe your sad brows...

Hearing the name from the past, the woman's face did not change at all. She walked over the threshold of the pawnshop calmly, and finally came to sit opposite Li Xuanxiao step by step. Shu Choumei died early, and from that day on, there was no Shu Choumei in the world. There was only a walking corpse named Jueqingshu who was bent on revenge.

Her bare hands picked up the celadon teacup, but stopped abruptly at her lips. The green tea in the cup reflected her cold and beautiful face.

It’s just because the tea in the cup is Shu Choumei’s favorite tea in the past - Wuding Hancui.

Unfortunately, Shu Choumei likes tea, while Jue Qingshu only likes to drink wine, so the tea soup was splashed into a blade with a flick of her jade fingers, but turned into green smoke before touching the table.

"Sorry, I don't drink tea, and I don't care what you call me." She said indifferently, "Some say that everything in the world can be traded here, so I want to ask for a list of names, a list of enemies. What do you need in exchange?" "Is that all?" Li Xuanxiao tapped the table with his fingers. "Working for Quan Qingtian, wouldn't you also know the names of those people?"

Jue Qingshu was a little surprised. Knowing that Jue Qingshu was Shu Choumei was not something that an ordinary intelligence agency could easily do, not to mention the conditions for her to join the Blood List and the deal with the Lord of the Blood List.

She believed that the person would not publicize these things.

"Too slow." Jueqingshu said lightly.

Her deal with the Blood List was that if she killed someone for the Blood List, she would get the name of the murderer. However, there was more than one killer on the Blood List, so this was too slow.

Li Xuanxiao smiled slightly upon hearing this: "Although the pawnshop is not incapable of satisfying your request for a trade list, I think there is something more suitable for you than this."

"What is it?" asked Jueqingshu.

"The truth." Li Xuanxiao replied.

"What's the truth?" Jueqingshu asked.

"Of course, it's the truth about the bloody murder you're concerned about," Li Xuanxiao replied. "From the beginning to the end, including the killings you've done for the Blood List, the results you've achieved are what you assumed. But what if there's something you don't know?"

"This..." Jue Qing Shu was speechless after hearing this, his eyes flickering slightly, "How can I know that what you said is definitely the truth?"

"A pawnshop naturally has a way to verify the authenticity of your items. Just looking at this transaction, for a first-time customer like you, if you have any concerns, the pawnshop can wait until you've confirmed the payment before charging you."

Jue Qingshu remained silent, just looking at the man in black in front of him. The black robe was surging and swirling like the Styx rolling back.

Li Xuanxiao stopped talking. He was not worried about this transaction. Even if the transaction failed this time, as long as the pawn card was still there, the Book of Jueqing would eventually enter the pawn shop again.

"If I want the truth you say, what price will you charge?"

A moment later, the sound of the loveless letter echoed again, echoing throughout the pawnshop. She finally made a decision. If there really was a hidden secret behind the murder, then for both his sake and hers, she had to know.

"How about your appearance as the price?"

"Appearance?" Jue Qing Shu was startled when he heard this, then smiled, "What's the point of having Jue Qing Shu's appearance?"

"That's not something you should be thinking about. Just consider whether or not to proceed with the transaction."

"Ha, if revenge is my destiny, why would I care about my own skin?" Jue Qing Shu said with a sad smile. "In that case, Jue Qing Shu agrees."

The moment he finished speaking, the wind suddenly blew up, making the wind chimes on the eaves of a pawnshop tinkle, like a sigh, like a sneer.

(End of this chapter)