Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

Chapter 93 Jinchang

Huo Qubing's mother?

Could it be that my previous dart was aimed at Huo Qubing?

Xiang Yu suddenly felt a bit scared, realizing that he had almost affected the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing overall situation, overall structure, and overall dynamics).

However, this woman is quite fierce; she was able to scale walls and threaten him even while giving birth—she is most likely a cultivator.

"Since you, sir, are unwilling to leave, and the Han Dynasty is in dire straits—" Xu Yunhan gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, "then I will risk my life to accompany you!"

"Ah—actually, we don't need to risk our lives. Let's just follow your purpose and find the Star Fixing Technique first."

Xiang Yu said there was no need to be so determined; just do what needs to be done first.

"What should we do now that we're wanted by the police?" Xu Yunhan murmured.

The two of them are now truly determined, but the problem is that even if they are not afraid of the supernatural, they are still afraid of the soldiers. If they are caught again, they will be punished for multiple crimes, including the prison break, and then it will be difficult to escape.

"Hey, it's you guys here! I've been looking for you everywhere."

Suddenly, a voice drifted over, and Xiang Yu turned around sharply, only to find a somewhat familiar young man standing behind him.

Xiang Yu had only met the young man once. He remembered that the young man was the minor official who had interrogated him when he was first imprisoned.

If the other party is just an ordinary minor official, how could they find me so quickly?

Xiang Yu immediately pulled out a throwing knife from his sleeve, ready to turn the other person into a hedgehog as soon as he got close.

However, the young man did not make any sudden movements, but simply said with a smile, "Stop pretending, quickly reveal your identity, junior disciple."

"Junior disciple?"

Xiangyu blinked twice. What did the other person mean?

How come I suddenly have a cheap senior uncle?

There's probably some misunderstanding here.

"Still wary of your martial uncle? Hahaha—you greenhorn." The young man slowly approached Xiang Yu, and the oppressive aura made Xu Yunhan, who was standing to the side, a little nervous.

Xiang Yu took a deep breath. He wasn't particularly nervous, but should he make a move? And what did the other party's address mean?

Could it be that the other party still insists that he is a true disciple of the Yin-Yang School?

"If you don't believe your uncle, you're welcome to try," the young man smiled slightly. "Come on, hit me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiang Yu threw a flying knife, which, accompanied by a series of loud bangs, pierced directly through the young man's forehead.

A dark, bloody hole was visible between the young man's eyebrows, slowly emitting smoke.

Seeing that the other party didn't dodge, Xiang Yu felt something was amiss, so he swiftly threw three more slashes at the other party's head.

This time, half of the young man's head was sliced ​​off, and a cloud of blood mist burst out.

Xu Yunhan was a little scared when he saw this scene, so he hid behind Xiang Yu, covered his eyes, but still peeked through a gap between his fingers.

The young man seemed to be dead, motionless.

"Phew—the gentleman's methods are indeed swift and decisive, but now that we've killed the government officials, we're really doomed—" Xu Yunhan felt that he was going to be beaten by the military every day if he followed Xiang Yu.

"Haha, my nephew is indeed decisive and ruthless, just like me when I was young."

Before Xu Yunhan could even close his mouth, the young man's tattered mouth actually made a sound.

The young man leisurely removed the remaining half of his head and took another one from the bag at his waist.

With a gentle twist, his head and neck merged into one.

"Zhang Wangui, you old man, your apprentice has fallen into my hands just like that—how do you feel about that?" After the young man changed his head, he became an old man, which gave his words a more mature and condescending tone.

Xiang Yu drew several more throwing knives and asked, "So, who exactly are you?"

"I am naturally your senior uncle, that is, Zhang Laotou's junior brother, Jin Chang—but you have never seen me before." Jin Chang stroked his beard after getting a new haircut. "Our Yin-Yang School is divided into the prominent school of alchemy and formations, and the hidden school of puppetry and concealment. However, the two schools have not had any contact since the First Emperor buried the alchemists alive. It is normal that you have never seen me before."

"But this time is an exception. The Emperor is critically ill, and Zhang Wangui was invited to the palace by the Emperor to refine a life-saving elixir. As for me, I am a retainer of the Prince of Liang, who is currently resting in the capital. That is how we were able to meet."

Seeing that the other party was speaking with great conviction, Xiang Yu figured that he wouldn't be able to win by going head-to-head with them, so he might as well go along with what they were saying.

"Then, Uncle Jinchang, how did you determine that I am Master's true disciple?"

"Hahahaha—that's easy!" Jin Chang laughed loudly. "I've heard about it for a long time. Zhang Wangui has taken on a good apprentice, quick-witted and brave. Last night, I specifically had several guards keep a close eye on you, but you still managed to escape. Moreover, you even figured out the killing methods of the Ghost Shadow of the Capital. How could this be an ordinary person?"

"Moreover, the squad leader reported that you had an exquisite alchemy furnace, but when he searched you, the jailer found nothing—it must be the method of hiding alchemy that your master taught you, turning your dantian into a space. Although your cultivation level is not high and your space is not large, hiding an alchemy furnace is still very simple."

Xiang Yu was stunned. The other party's reasoning was—it was flawless.

If he were Jinchang, he might also have to consider this option.

However, since that's the case, he decided to make some use of this identity.

"Then, Uncle-Master, if that's the case, what is the purpose of your visit here?"

"Hahaha—naturally, I want to ask my junior disciple to do some things. There are some things that are inconvenient for us adults to do."

After Jin Chang finished speaking, a transparent silk thread suddenly popped out from his sleeve. The thread instantly wrapped around Xiang Yu's neck, but just as Xiang Yu tried to pull it off, he could neither see nor touch it.

"Hey, you always need to be on the safe side when asking someone for a favor." Jin Chang revealed a sly smile. "Now, your martial uncle is right here by your side."

Xiang Yu frowned. He heard Jin Chang's words, but at the same time, the same words came to his mind.

It was as if an echo was being produced inside and outside the body.

This is probably the effect of that thread from earlier.

Xiang Yu clicked his tongue; this old man was indeed up to no good.

"Haha, don't worry about it, nephew. I heard that the Marquis of Qu Ni's mansion seems to be seeking alchemists. If you go, they will definitely treat you well. You can also use this to blackmail them and get some benefits."

Jin Chang's wrinkles creased together, resembling a sticky lump of cake. "But you're as slippery as your master. You can't just take the money and disappear. If you get something in return, you should let your uncle take a look first. Only return it to you after your uncle has deemed it acceptable."

So they were using me as bait to catch fish, Xiang Yu thought to himself.

Giving you the stuff first—isn't that like throwing good money after bad?

Jin Chang glanced at Xiang Yu: "Don't disappoint your uncle, nephew."