Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

After the wound on the burly man's right shoulder and abdomen was revealed, jet-black blood flowed out.

The wound did not resemble an ordinary knife wound, but rather looked more like a cut left by the sharp claw of some terrifying beast.

The burly man in the straw hat, holding a knife to his chest, twirled the knife, placed the tip on the ground, and began to run and charge forward.

"Is anyone there?"

"Grab him and threaten Sixth Master!"

"Kid, you're out of luck. Be more careful next time, don't walk alone at night."

"..."

Su Mu, who was walking with his hands behind his back, was speechless as he watched the group of people suddenly turn their blades around and rush towards him instead of fighting their enemies.

What does it mean to bully the weak and fear the strong?

This word is now vividly presented to Su Mu.

Su Mu bent over, spread his arms, grasped the tangible wind, and slapped it forward.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

The ten people who were turning and charging forward were blocked by an inexplicable invisible wall and fell straight backward.

Arrest him?

This group of people were unaware that Su Mu at this moment was probably a hundred times more powerful than all the experts in the entire city of Changsha combined.

Swish!

The burly man in the straw hat who had beheaded a man flipped his wrist, throwing the knife forward while simultaneously reaching for the hilt of the flying longsword with his right arm.

After a while.

All ten men lay helplessly in pools of blood.

The burly man in the straw hat pressed it down further, his voice rough: "Thank you for your help."

Su Mu nodded: "It's no trouble at all."

The burly man in the straw hat cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."

Su Mu stretched out his hand: "What did they just call you? You're Blackback Sixth of the Nine Gates?"

The burly man in the straw hat stopped in his tracks: "They usually call me Sixth Master."

The other party's meaning was very clear.

No living person would ever call him "Old Six" in front of him.

Su Mu's lips curled up: "Sixth Brother is indeed an unpleasant name, isn't he? I have a way to get rid of the ghostly aura around you."

Black-backed Lao Liu frowned, turned around and looked up at Su Mu, a young passerby who was walking across the street.

Few people know about his life.

Those who know, most can't do anything about it.

If it weren't for the fact that the evil spirits seemed to have lost their usual activity tonight, and that the people caught betraying him were truly despicable, he wouldn't have left the mansion so easily.

Su Mu looked down and rummaged in his pocket for a moment, then approached Black-backed Old Six with a 'Suppressing Evil Talisman' in his hand.

at the same time.

A sharp, alien cry also came from the shoulder of the black-backed old man.

Its cry is sharp and piercing, vibrating the air and producing a buzzing sound.

It really works!

Black-backed Lao Liu raised his bamboo hat high, revealing a rugged warrior's face that perfectly matched his voice, while a clean smile that looked quite ferocious appeared on his lips.

No matter how you look at it, this face is extremely fierce. Even a simple smile gives people a ferocious feeling that it wants to devour people.

"Was it useful?" Su Mu stopped and asked.

"Mmm." Black-backed Old Six nodded vigorously.

As Su Mu approached with the talisman in hand, his right shoulder, which had felt heavy for many years, suddenly felt much lighter, as if the ghostly figure that had been residing on his shoulder had been frightened away from his body.

However, he knew that the ghostly figure would not easily leave his body unless he died.

"I was originally going to sell it for money, but I just thought about it. For big shots like you from the Nine Gates, selling it for money would be too ordinary and simple. Here, take this talisman and stick it on your shoulder. That ghostly shadow will be suppressed. If you want to completely break the curse, come find me at Old Tea Street tomorrow."

We'll discuss the terms of the deal then. Don't worry, I'm a very easygoing person and won't try to enslave you. You don't seem like the type to be enslaved.

It could be a normal transaction, or they might help me out in the future, or something else. Anyway, I haven't decided yet. I'm sleepy, I'll think about it tomorrow.

Su Mu tossed the talisman into the air.

Black-backed Old Six hurriedly reached out to grab the yellow paper talisman floating in the air.

After capturing the talisman, Black-backed Old Six could no longer see Su Mu, whose figure was shrouded in the night.

Black-backed Old Six took the talisman, spat at the head of the yellow paper, and then forcefully stuck it to his shoulder.

pat~

He reached out and caught the bright red blood dripping from his wound, feeling a surge of comfort.

The ghost that had plagued him for years was finally suppressed, and he felt completely relaxed.

Fearing that the wind he was creating while walking would blow the talisman stuck to his shoulder away, he patted the talisman hard on his shoulder again, until the wound bled again, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"Isn't Old Tea Street that Qi Tiezui's gambling den? When did this guy get here?"

Black-backed Old Six sheathed his knife, scratched his head, and turned to walk back the way he came.

The ten people who fell to the ground had their eyes wide open, and even in death they were still facing the direction of Su Mu, unable to believe it.

Someone simply clapped their hands, and all ten of them were sent flying backwards.

The reason that led to their deaths was quite simple.

Bribed by some unknown person, they actually wanted to enter the bedroom door of Blackback Six, which had not been opened for many days.

Everyone in the Six Gates knows this.

Blackback Six has always had one rule.

After nightfall, do not seek him out for anything important, unless he comes out on his own or is in the tomb.

"So, does this mean I can go find Xiaoqian?"

"very nice."

"..."

As Su Mu walked to the front of the thatched hut, he was still recalling the swordplay of Black-backed Old Six.

He picked up a branch from his feet and made a few simple gestures: "How did he do that wrist flip? He flipped his wrist to grab the knife, then raised the knife to slit the throat—it was all so smooth and fluid."

Snapped!

The branch fell to the ground.

Snapped!

The branch fell to the ground.

Su Mu frowned as he bent down to pick up the twigs.

Partridge Whistle only taught him fist and foot techniques, not knife and sword techniques.

After observing the bespectacled man and the black-backed old man's knife-wielding techniques, Su Mu suddenly became interested.

"No wonder this guy is so 'handsome,' it turns out he's not just good-looking, he also has martial arts skills. Hey, are you going to listen to me or not?!"

"Again! I refuse to believe it!"

"..."

The sky is bright.

Still unable to find any tricks or methods, Su Mu reluctantly went inside to rest.

Later on, the neighbors next door will all have to get up.

If they saw "Master Su," who had become a figure of faith in their hearts, foolishly rolling around and jumping around with a tree branch, wouldn't that be embarrassing?

"Martial arts, I must learn them!"

Su Mu, lying on the bed, had his eyes still open, filled with the image of Black-backed Old Six's nimble, knife-wielding figure, as light as a feather drifting in the wind.

The sixth-ranked member of the Nine Gates, Black-backed Old Six, possesses unparalleled swordsmanship.

I'm afraid even if the Zhang family came, they wouldn't be a match for him.

Perhaps he might even be evenly matched with Zhang Qiling in terms of swordsmanship.

"This world is suppressing the Wu Clan far too much. I imagine that even a single pure-blooded Wu Clan member from the primordial era wouldn't be this weak..."

Su Mu muttered to himself.