Headless Immortal

Chapter 78 Mr. Ni

Dou Mansion.

The stumbling doorman couldn't suppress the panic in his voice: "Master, Master!"

"what's up."

Master Dou, who came from the side room, sat down with a calm expression.
"Tea."

A constable in black robes hurriedly followed the gatekeeper into the main hall. Before he could even sit down, his face was filled with seriousness and tension. He cupped his hands and said, "No need for tea, Master Dou. The master has already sent Chief Constable Qian with three shifts of yamen runners to the Dou residence. They're probably halfway there by now."

Master Dou's face suddenly darkened, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"Your young master Dou Weiyou had two notorious thieves kill the people who had obtained the jewels. Somehow, they lost their minds and ended up killing Wu Agui. Coincidentally, he and Cheng Yan were friends. Both thieves were killed by Cheng Yan, who worked for Cheng Ban Tou." The constable quickly described the incident. Not wanting to get involved any further, he said, "That's all I have to say."

"Someone, bring the silver."

The constable accepted fifty taels of silver and took his leave.

"Master, what should I do?"

"Go and call the young master."

A few moments.

Dou Weiyou hurried into the main hall and asked anxiously, "Father, what's the matter that's so urgent?"

"You've been caught!"

Master Dou, his beard and hair bristling, leaned on his cane and said, "I've already told the steward to pack your things. You should leave immediately and go to the county town to seek refuge with your sister."

"What about you?"

"I stayed."

"No."

Dou Weiyou quickly stopped him. If it had been done secretly, it would have been fine, but now that the matter had been exposed, the bigwig in the county would definitely not show any mercy.

Master Dou calmly said, "I doubt they would dare to do anything to an old man like me. Take the money from home to the prefectural city. If you can't get through there, then send money to Liangjiang Circuit."

I reckon I'll have to give back everything I've earned these days, and I might even have to empty my savings to keep it under control.

"Come on!"

"If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

Master Dou instructed his steward and servants to take Dou Weiyou away.

"It's too late."

His low murmur, tinged with a magnetic huskiness, sounded like a dreamlike murmur.

call!
The wind howled and rushed into the hall, sometimes sharp, sometimes muffled...

A thin mist surrounded them.

A man dressed in a Confucian robe and wearing a Confucian hat stepped into the main hall. His features were not particularly outstanding, but his only striking feature was his fair complexion.

His face was eerily pale.

Dou Weiyou was shocked but did not lose his composure. He calmly asked, "Who are you, daring to trespass into the Dou residence?"

"Someone come here!"

The Dou family was a large family in Meilan, owning two thousand acres of farmland, five large shops at the dock, and also running gambling dens and pawnshops...

If Zui Lou hadn't been controlled by two powerful clans, they might have interfered as well. Such a family would have forty or fifty people just by including all their relatives and servants.

They even hired a well-known martial arts master from the village to guard the house.

Dou Weiyou was a well-known figure who used his money to support a group of idle and unruly young men, whom he called his retainers, who did all sorts of dirty and arduous work that couldn't be done in the light of day.

Let alone someone of unknown origin, even government officials would have to think twice before arresting someone from the Dou family.

Dou Weiyou shouted, and several burly martial arts masters wielding iron weapons appeared in the courtyard, along with his retainers who all came carrying weapons.

In the blink of an eye.

Seven people blocked the way in front of the entrance hall.

The pale-faced scholar glanced at it and said indifferently, "My surname is Ni, and I come from Taoyuan Township. People call me Mr. Ni. I have come today to lead you to apologize to the Living Buddha."

"Ah."

Dou Weiyou sneered, "I thought you were someone from the government. What kind of Peach Blossom Spring is this? I don't know it. Get lost, or I'll chop you into mincemeat."

"Leader of the alligators."

Mr. Ni murmured softly.

A beast's claw emerged from the thick fog and grabbed the swordsman.

The martial artist was horrified and tried to retaliate when he saw the dark, luminous pearl light up.

Then a gaping maw lunged at it.

Click.

The martial artist's arms were separated from his body.

Blood spurted out.

Warm blood splattered on the bodies and faces of those around them.

Everyone seemed to be still in a daze.

Crunch, crunch.

The eerie chewing sounds were drowned out by screams.

Before the martial artist could make any move, a rough iron axe, seemingly haphazardly rolled into a ball, chopped down, and the martial artist's head was separated from his body.

He could no longer feel pain.

The martial arts master and his retainers finally realized what was happening, their faces contorted with fear and terror.

They tried to escape, but a red glow appeared in the thick fog. The fog churned and surged, seemingly concealing countless demons.

The leader of the crocodiles had a grotesque crocodile head, a tall body slightly hunched forward, bare arms covered in scales, and a skirt of armor with scattered yellow flowers around his waist. One hand held a crude axe, the other clutched his half-eaten arm; blood trickled from the corner of the crocodile's mouth, staining its belly red. With two crunching bites, the severed arm became a snack.

Mr. Ni's gaze swept calmly across the crowd, landing on the faces of the Dou father and son: "Do you want to live?"

"miss you!"

Master Dou remained relatively calm.

He was no young man; he had seen all sorts of bizarre and wonderful things. Moreover, having lived to this age, he was practically half-buried in the ground, and death was inevitable. Therefore, he was the only one in the room who could still speak.

Looking at the martial arts instructors and retainers, they were already so frightened that they shrank back into the hall, not daring to make a sound.

Mr. Ni said frankly, "By buying Qingquan Temple, you and they can all survive."

"I'm afraid not."

Master Dou said in a deep voice, "The incident has occurred, and the government officials are on their way. The Dou family is in dire straits."

Mr. Ni shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, I arrived too late."

Saying that, he turned around and left.

"As long as Mr. Ni can save the Dou family, I can buy not just one Qingquan Temple, but ten of them."

"save?"

Mr. Ni stopped, his body motionless, his head twisted into an unbelievable angle, and a pale smile spread across his face: "The Living Buddha doesn't like 'saving,' he calls it 'liberation.'"

"Please grant salvation to my Dou family."

"My lads, let them be saved!"

Fog and howls surged into the hall together.

……

"problem occurs?!"

The constables, armed with torches, heard the screams.

Qian Xiong took the lead and kicked open the Dou family's door. What came into view was a corpse lying beside the bricks and stones.

A fierce wind and a thin mist, carrying an extremely strong smell of blood, mixed with the fishy smell of the muddy river, swept over everyone.

He pinched the talisman with his index finger and silently recited the incantation.

It ignites at your fingertips with a shake, turning into a fireball that explodes through the thin mist.

"Help!"

Dou Weiyou, holding a long knife, ran frantically into the courtyard.

Not long ago, they were discussing escaping and making arrangements for their aftermath, but unexpectedly, he had to ask the government for help in the blink of an eye, truly at his wit's end.

Following the one-armed Dou Weiyou into the courtyard was a five-foot-three or four-foot otter scout, with a slender body, extremely short legs, and covered in scrap metal, resembling a short-legged bronze lamp.

The otter scout, wielding two daggers, did not rashly charge into the yamen runners' battle formation, but instead raised its head and let out a strange howl.

Numerous demons appeared in the fog-shrouded Dou residence.

blah blah blah!

The wet, bare feet made a crisp sound as they landed on the ground.

A pale-faced scholar with disheveled hair, dressed in a Confucian robe, stood in front of the hall.

His handsome face seemed to be covered by a layer of white keratin, like a delicate porcelain piece. His sword-like eyebrows, like sorrowful clouds, shrouded his blood-red moon-like eyes.

Mr. Ni's gaze was always so calm.

He waved to the otter scout, who quickly returned to his side.

The thick fog persists.

Mr. Ni, his body soaked with sweat, stood before the group of monsters.

Strange and human,
A standoff at night.

Qian Xiong's face was extremely pale.

He only brought twelve constables with him, which was enough to arrest ordinary people, but to collide with so many demons would be tantamount to courting death.

He cursed inwardly, "Incompetent official! He should have summoned the Earth Division Commandant long ago!"

Lao Cheng gripped his waist knife, took a deep drag on his pipe, and slowly opened his squinted eyes, his sharp edge returning instantly.

Cheng Yan's arm trembled slightly.

He had never seen anything like it before. He suppressed his fear and searched aimlessly with his eyes vacant.

He only slowly exhaled when he saw Uncle Cat's figure.

Qian Xiong clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Qian Xiong, Constable of the Six Doors."

"Please, everyone, return to the mountains and rivers, and do not disturb the people."

Mr. Ni looked at Constable Qian with interest, then pointed at Dou Weiyou, who was running in the courtyard near the yamen runners, and said, "Hand him over, and we'll keep to ourselves."

Qian Xiong was suddenly in a dilemma.

The squad leader next to him lowered his voice and tugged at Qian Xiong's sleeve.

"All right!"

Qian Xiong reluctantly agreed.

Mr. Ni suddenly realized and grinned, "So it was just a bluff."

"Eat them!"

(End of this chapter)