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

evil Dead.

These were the words that instantly came to Su Mu's mind after hearing Wu Naigou's words.

"In the morgue, several coroners have already died, all of them inexplicably bleeding from all seven orifices. If they are not sent away soon, I'm afraid the Buddha will not be able to escape being implicated."

"As for why tonight was chosen, I don't know the specifics. These supernatural matters are probably only known to Eighth Master of the Nine Gates."

Wu Naigou's cart began to be pulled by the driver in front.

The rickshaw that Su Mu was riding in also sped forward along the route with other vehicles.

"Have you gentlemen anticipated this...?"

At the entrance of Yulouchun, the waiter, who had come forward to greet them, slouched and smiled as he agreed. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the familiar figure of the young man who had come with Wu Laogou and the others.

"What, I still can't go in?" Su Mu asked with a smile.

"What happened?"

The overweight owner of Yulouchun rushed over upon hearing the news, but his expression changed slightly when he saw Su Mu.

"Fifth Master, Sixth Master, Third Madam, Miss Xian'er, Ninth Master."

The shopkeeper cupped his hands in greeting to everyone and greeted them warmly.

In the entire city of Changsha, there are very few people who can afford to eat Yulouchun as a regular meal.

And these people in front of us are among them.

Their daily meals and drinks are mostly delivered by these luxurious restaurants, which are a rare treat for ordinary people, perhaps only once a year.

Occasionally, when friends come over, I'll bring them along for a meal and drinks.

"Have you offended our friends?" Wu Naigou looked at the manager of Yulouchun with a slight smile, exuding an air of authority without anger.

"Fifth Master, spare my life!"

With a thud, the shopkeeper instantly knelt down, pleading with Wu the puppy in front of him.

Having accumulated some family wealth and having lived in Changsha for generations, how could he not know the methods and background of these people in front of him?

A year of disaster.

Restaurants and similar establishments often encounter thugs who refuse to pay their debts, or who come to eat and drink without paying.

Without the protection of the Nine Gates and without Zhang Qishan's authorization, his ancestral shop would not have been able to continue operating.

Not only does Yulouchun derive most of its annual profits from the leaders of the Nine Gates, but it also needs members of the Nine Gates to mediate and calm situations when problems arise.

Whether it's collecting debts or driving away thugs and hooligans, the Nine Gates are needed everywhere.

"Get up. Why are you kneeling before me in front of so many people? I'm not your father. Don't let people misunderstand and say we're bullying you. Get up."

Wu Naigou's expression changed as he noticed the wary and strange looks from the diners on the first floor.

"Come with me."

Wu Naigou walked up the stairs to the second floor and called over the owner of Yulouchun, whose face was full of guilt.

The man nodded and deliberately slowed his pace.

As Su Mu passed by him, he slowly said, "Please forgive us, sir. We were blind to your greatness. We were wrong. Please forgive us, Fifth Master. I will definitely order everyone in the restaurant to change this bad habit. I have elderly parents and young children to support. I don't want to die. I can't die."

I watched the middle-aged man weeping, completely oblivious to the stares of everyone around him.

Su Mu sighed: "Go on with your work. It's not your fault. If we let people dressed in tattered and inappropriate clothes flood in, the restaurant won't be able to operate normally. Go on."

"Waaah, thank you, sir! No, thank you, sir!"

"..."

After following Wu Laogou and the others up to the second floor.

Su Mu suddenly heard some unexpected conversation coming from the private room he was about to pass.

"You treasure hunters are really something, you even managed to find something like this?"

"What's so special about that? My brother has even seen a dragon."

"That's a bit much, isn't it?"

"It's true! My brother went treasure hunting in the north last time, and he passed through a place called Yingkou, where he actually saw a dragon that had fallen!"

"It was a clear sky amidst a torrential downpour..."

"..."

Changsha was a melting pot of all sorts of people due to the existence and influence of the Nine Gates' special professions.

Seeing Su Mu's curious and attentive expression, Huo Jinxi's lips twitched slightly: "What, you don't even know about the treasure hunter? You've even seen a dragon? That guy's really good at bragging..."

Su Mu had become able to automatically ignore the words of this old woman who was always at odds with him, yet who had raised him for seventeen years and was also Huo Xian'er's aunt.

He simply kept listening intently to the increasingly faint whispers.

"Are dragons really in this world?"

"Not only that, the fallen dragon was also devoured by the local onlookers. My brother took advantage of the chaos to grab a piece of meat and swallowed it hastily. He said he would never forget that taste for the rest of his life."

"What does it taste like?"

"It's like having all the pores on your body open up, like bathing in spring water in the sweltering heat or soaking in hot springs in the dead of winter."

"Most importantly, after eating the dragon meat, his physique was greatly enhanced, and from then on he would never feel tired when climbing mountains and wading through rivers."

"However, there are also drawbacks. Those who shared the flesh of the fallen dragon gradually began to grow dragon scales on their bodies and turned into monsters."

"And then?"

"After meeting me once, that brother disappeared. I could never find him again, and there was no news of him in the martial arts world. It was as if he had vanished into thin air."

"..."

"Come in, Brother Su, what are you waiting for?"

"Hehehe, he's still listening to the neighbor's stories about seeing dragons. That silly boy."

"Auntie~"

"Could it be that dragons really exist in this world?"

Unlike others, Jie Jiu was startled when he saw Su Mu's serious expression and blurted out.

After listening to the conversation next door, Su Mu stepped into the private room where Wu Naigou and the others were.

After seated.

Su Mu nodded: "They must have really encountered the Fallen Dragon."

Although as time passed, after living in a parallel world for seventeen years, some of Su Mu's memories of his past life began to become blurred.

But he still vividly remembers the Yingkou dragon incident, which was widely circulated and became a legend in his previous life.

"You don't even know what a treasure chest is, yet you dare to talk such big talk."

Huo Jinxi poured herself some tea, took a sip, and continued to mock Su Mu.

Su Mu turned his head to look at the other person: "You think I don't know about stealing sheep and hiding treasure? Are you kidding me?"

Seeing that the two were starting to clash again, Huo Xian'er stood up and poured tea for both of them.

"Alright, Auntie, alright, Su Mu, can't we all compromise?"

Huo Xian'er, positioned in the middle, momentarily appeared embarrassed.

Su Mu sipped his tea: "I'm too lazy to argue with you about this. Fifth Master, Sixth Master, Ninth Master, do you know how much it costs to hire some treasure hunters?"

All three shook their heads.

Although those who steal treasures belong to the same category of thieves, they don't get along well with those who raid tombs.

Su Mu shook his head, resigned to the situation and decided to abandon the matter for the time being.

He probably needs to open up the market for talismans and pills first before he can attract more talent in this field to work for him or make contact with similar individuals.

"Is there no justice left?! Is there no law left?! The golden nanmu trees planted by my ancestors, when did they become government property?!"

"Hahaha, this kid's always been a big drinker and a blabbermouth, always showing off the golden nanmu tree his ancestors planted in some hidden place. He's got what he deserves now, hasn't he?"

"Since ancient times, Phoebe zhennan wood has not been something that ordinary people can control. This kid was thinking of waiting for the tree to grow up so he could sell it and make a fortune. Little did he know that he had already been targeted by someone."

"No, are the government officials really this unreasonable?"

"Huh? You want to reason with them? Then go and see if they'll reason with you."

"..."

The street is below the second-floor window of Yulouchun.

Zhang Rishan, clutching his aching head, waved his hand, signaling his men to silence the other man's shouts.

This was indeed a very unethical thing to do, but it was an order from above that even Zhang Qishan could not disobey at this time, and he had no choice but to comply.