Chapter 261: Seeing the Talk of Opportunity Again

"That's not right, how did this old woman come back?" Fang Yiliu's expression was gloomy.

Yesterday, he had used his methods to trick the landlady of the Dragon-Phoenix Inn and transport her out of Meilong Town, earning a large reward.

As for why the buyer wanted such a sharp-tongued old woman, Fang Yiliu didn't care at all.

With this silver, his life suddenly became carefree; last night, he stayed in the town's biggest den of iniquity and spent heavily on three prostitutes to accompany him.

"That person looked like someone not to be trifled with; if they find out this old woman ran away and come back to find me, what should I do?" Fang Yiliu was a local rascal who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

It was only because the money was good this time that he dared to provoke Li Fengjie.

"No, I have to find a way to tie her up and send her over; otherwise, if they really come back to find me, I'm afraid they'll take my life." Fang Yiliu was afraid in his heart.

He knew that person was cruel, but Li Fengjie was at most sharp-tongued and couldn't take his life.

"If I send her back, maybe I'll get another reward." Greed appeared in Fang Yiliu's eyes.

As for fleeing? The reward he got was only enough to be carefree for a while; after leaving Meilong Town, how could he make a living elsewhere?

He acted as soon as he thought of it, kicked his spirit beast, the Black-Horned Dog, and then swaggered toward the Dragon-Phoenix Inn.

As a result, just as he arrived outside the door, he saw chaos in the inn's lobby, and his heart was filled with joy; this was simply a great opportunity.

As a result, the shop assistant bumped into him while running out, and he couldn't help but curse: "Why are you running so fast? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

"Get lost, get lost, get lost, your grandfather here has no time." The shop assistant shoved Fang Yiliu, making him stumble.

Fang Yiliu was about to curse back, but discovered the shop assistant had disappeared.

It wasn't just the Dragon-Phoenix Inn that had this attitude toward him; most other shops were in the same situation.

Being poor and unable to afford consumption wouldn't make them so hostile; the real reason for the hostility was that he would occasionally engage in petty theft and cause trouble in the surrounding shops.

After a long time, no one wanted to be associated with him, so naturally, they were unhappy whenever they saw him.

Even the running assistants who welcomed guests didn't like him.

"Pah, a mere runner thinks he's a master." Fang Yiliu cursed, spotted Li Fengjie with sharp eyes, and squeezed into the back guest room with her.

But before he could squeeze in, he was pulled back by someone.

"Who are you, why are you following us in?" Chu Danqing examined the person in front of him carefully; his clothes were mended in a messy way, and there was a distinct sour smell on his body.

At a glance, he was someone who didn't pay attention to personal hygiene.

However, that was the person's freedom, and Chu Danqing couldn't care less, but following them into the back guest room for no reason was very strange.

This person was definitely not an employee of the inn; clothes aside, but for a place where people eat and stay to not care about personal hygiene, did he really think Li Fengjie's wages were not good?

"I am..." Fang Yiliu examined Chu Danqing; he didn't recognize him, he was an outsider, he could bluff him.

As a result, just as the words left his mouth, he received three big slaps in the face from Chu Danqing.

"Where did this rascal come from? Does anyone recognize him?" Chu Danqing lifted Fang Yiliu with one hand and asked.

He wasn't good at combat, but that didn't mean his attributes were just for show.

With 20 points in the five dimensions, if he were his standard self when he first entered Paradise, one punch would have turned his past self into meat paste.

Let alone Fang Yiliu, who had fought three rounds last night and whose legs were still weak; how could he resist?

"I know, Fang Dog-Head, always thinking about petty theft, he must be trying to fish in troubled waters." A diner took a look and said immediately.

After Fang Yiliu was exposed, he glared fiercely at that diner.

However, people who could afford to eat in an inn wouldn't be afraid of him; they stood up and gave Fang Yiliu two more big slaps.

Revenge? This was a world with extraordinary spirit beasts; how could a local rascal compare to the strength of a wealthy young master?

If he really dared to come and cause trouble, they would drag him to a mansion, beat him half to death, and throw him out to let him fend for himself.

He only knew how to bully poor families.

Chu Danqing raised an eyebrow when he heard this: "Not a good person?"

"That's for sure; kicking down a widow's door, beating an old widower, cursing an orphan's parents—what kind of wicked things hasn't he done?" Another diner added a finishing blow.

"To be so wicked and not have his legs broken, forget it, I'll handle it on behalf of heaven." Chu Danqing said, reaching out to grab Fang Yiliu's spirit beast, the Black-Horned Dog.

The Black-Horned Dog also sensed something was wrong and turned to flee; Chu Danqing saw this and didn't reach out, but kicked it to death directly.

The spirit beast died, the Purple Mansion backlashed, and Fang Yiliu bled from his seven orifices.

However, the degree of backlash wasn't as high as the female shopkeeper at the Wilderness Inn.

The reason was very simple: the lower the strength, the lower the backlash.

So he could only be considered to have superficial injuries.

However, without the spirit beast, this local rascal lost his power.

Afterwards, he was thrown out of the inn directly.

Fang Yiliu knew he had kicked a steel plate, so he didn't care about the reward or the corpse of the Black-Horned Dog, and scrambled away.

After finishing this matter, he continued into the guest room.

"This opportunity has been delivered to our door again; Brother Chu truly has great fortune." The Prophecy Spider on Yang Qianyuan's shoulder was weaving a web, seemingly sensing something.

"Opportunity? Where from?" Chu Danqing couldn't quite understand: "It wouldn't be from that local rascal, would it?"

"Exactly, but my Prophecy Spider and I are shallow in strength, so I can't see the origin and general details of the opportunity, only that it is at night."

"If Brother Chu needs it, you and I can go together at night to see what the opportunity is." Yang Qianyuan continued.

Chu Danqing discovered an interesting thing: his increased luck could cooperate with Yang Qianyuan's heavenly calculation ability, resulting in something like a qualitative change.

The luck attribute wasn't a direct gain or indirect enhancement; it was more about giving you opportunities in a subtle way.

If you could grasp this opportunity, you could get enough positive feedback.

If you didn't grasp it and the opportunity slipped away, there would be no so-called opportunity.

However, there might also be situations where fortune and misfortune were intertwined.

Just like that spirit beast atlas of the Heaven-Dominating Halberd.

"Let's see the situation at night; if there's nothing else, it won't be too late for us to go then." Chu Danqing didn't refuse this time.

If he could trigger some side missions, that would be even better.

Just like this local rascal; normally, Chu Danqing would just teach him a lesson and throw him out; how could he think of any opportunity?

As for killing, the other party didn't deserve to die.

Without the spirit beast Black-Horned Dog, even if he lived, he would have to pay for the mistakes he had made in the past.

Following into the guest room, Sun Dashou was unconscious on the bed; an old physician was invited over, who first checked Sun Dashou, his brows furrowed during the process.

"Shopkeeper Li, this person has no illness; it is indeed an injury." The old physician had treated many people with Purple Mansion backlash and said immediately: "It is Purple Mansion backlash, and the backlash is very heavy."

"I have never seen such a heavy backlash, and I have no certainty whether it can be cured." The old physician said, and began to prescribe medicine.

Purple Mansion backlash was a common injury; although it led to the inability to refine a second spirit beast because the backlash was irreversible, the injuries brought by the backlash could be cured.

After being cured, losing his power would turn him into an ordinary person.

As for why an old physician would have so much experience, it was naturally because there would always be people whose Purple Mansion spirit beasts died, such as encountering wild spirit beasts while cutting firewood on the mountain, and the spirit beast dying to protect its master.

In addition, such as fishing, mining, and even accidents, Meilong Town would have three or five cases of backlash injuries caused by spirit beast deaths every month.

Spirit beasts weren't immortal; death was also a matter of course.

While the old physician was prescribing medicine, his spirit beast, the Golden-Haired Macaque, also began to treat Sun Dashou.

"Send someone to get this medicine; whether he lives depends on his own fortune." The old physician handed the prescription to Li Fengjie, waited for the Golden-Haired Macaque to finish the treatment, and then left with his medical box.

Li Fengjie was furious; not only did she lose a meal, but now she was stuck with him.

In the end, she could only take the silver with a bad temper and let the assistant go get the medicine.

However, Chu Danqing and Yang Qianyuan's focus wasn't on whether he could live, but that such a heavy injury meant that Sun Dashou's previous strength was absolutely high.

Such a person also fit the characteristics of being of high rank and heavy authority, but how did he end up in such a situation?

"Sigh, why is my life so bitter, Fengjie." Li Fengjie couldn't help but sigh.

Anyone would be angry if this happened to them, but she was the kind of person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

Although Sun Dashou was clumsy in his work, he was indeed doing it seriously.

After some treatment, Sun Dashou gradually woke up.

"You, sigh, forget it, rest well." Li Fengjie wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't.

Sun Dashou also knew his situation and only asked: "What did the physician say about my condition?"

He wasn't stupid; he opened and closed his eyes and was on the bed, and even his injuries had eased a bit, even if it was just a drop in the bucket.

But he also knew that it must have been Li Fengjie who found someone to treat him.

Sun Dashou was very moved; no one had ever truly been this good to him without expecting anything in return.

In the past, the people around him were indeed good, but he understood that these people were good because of his status, not because of him.

"Of course, you'll recover if you rest well; don't talk about the Purple Mansion backlash." Li Fengjie didn't tell the truth but hid it: "Don't worry, this old physician is famous in our ten miles and eight villages."

"He doesn't know how many Purple Mansion backlashes he has cured; you rest well first, and when you get better, the room charges and medical expenses will all have to be paid off with your wages from working."

Li Fengjie said with a bad temper, then signaled for Chu Danqing and Yang Qianyuan to leave.

After the people left, Sun Dashou showed a bitter smile; he knew exactly what his situation was, and these words couldn't fool him.

"I, truly have eyes but fail to see, which led to this current situation; it can be said that I deserve to die."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 262 =====