Chapter 72: The Ghost-Faced Blade Everyone Shouts to Kill

Early the next morning.

Li Rui took Wang Zhao and Yang Yong to the County Government.

With his face as a Hall Master of the Tiandi Alliance.

The clerks in the household department didn't make things too difficult, and in less than half an hour, all the procedures were completed.

Walking out of the County Government gate.

Yang Yong and Wang Zhao were like dreaming.

"I became a commoner?!"

From the moment they sold themselves, the two of them had never thought there would be a day they could shed their status.

Li Rui was also genuinely happy for them.

Having been a lowly person himself, he could better understand the feelings of Yang Yong and Wang Zhao now.

"If you are willing, you can come work for me; I will pay you wages. If you are not willing, I will find a way to get you some farmland outside the city."

Yang Yong and Wang Zhao both looked bewildered.

They had already grown accustomed to life in the Zhu family, where they listened to the master's every command and never had the power to choose.

Now that they were suddenly given a choice, they were inevitably at a loss.

Li Rui sighed softly.

He certainly understood this feeling.

"There is no rush for this matter. Since you two don't have a place to stay yet, just live here with me for now. Tell me once you've made up your minds."

Before the words had even faded.

Wang Zhao suddenly raised his head and said firmly: "Master, you taught me how to raise horses and even let me shed my status. This kindness is something Wang Zhao could never repay in the next life, so I will be your beast of burden in this one!"

Li Rui was amused to the point of laughter: "I asked you to redeem yourself, not to be a beast of burden for me again."

Wang Zhao scratched his head with a silly grin:

"Anyway, I'm sticking with Master for the rest of my life."

Yang Yong also made up his mind: "Old Li, if you don't mind, I'll sweep the floors for you. My three-legged cat skills probably aren't good enough for you to look at, so I can't be a guard anyway."

Li Rui: "As you wish."

Wang Zhao and Yang Yong both moved into the residence next to Hun Tian Yi Hall.

Li Rui even made a special trip to the building.

He told Zhou Shulin and Liang He about the two extra people in the residence.

To prevent any misunderstandings.

After doing all this, he then led the two of them into the large mansion.

"Good heavens, a four-courtyard mansion!"

Even the Zhu family, one of the best in the city, lived in nothing more than a five-courtyard mansion. And Li Rui, being only one person, living in a four-courtyard mansion—the happiness of the wealthy was truly beyond imagination.

"What a waste, what a waste."

Yang Yong walked through the inside and outside.

Seeing the rooms that had gone to ruin, he lamented repeatedly.

Li Rui had been a groom back then, which was why he could have a single room.

He was different; having lived for more than half his life, he still slept on a communal bed with other guards, at most changing from a group of over a dozen to four or five because he was older.

Every day, the snoring was deafening.

Yang Yong started tidying up the rooms without a second word.

He had dreamed of having such a small courtyard his whole life.

In the past, he often thought in his dreams about how he would decorate it if he had a large mansion, and now he finally had the chance.

He rolled up his sleeves, intending to reorganize the abandoned rooms for Li Rui.

Otherwise, according to the old village sayings, it would lack 'human energy' and cause one to leak wealth.

Watching Yang Yong busy at work.

Li Rui didn't have any thoughts of stepping forward to persuade him not to work; since he was paying wages, it was only right for Old Yang to do some work, otherwise the relationship between the two sides would turn sour.

Moreover, Yang Yong and Wang Zhao themselves would feel uneasy otherwise.

At most, he just wouldn't treat them as servants like the Zhu family did.

He had now become a Hall Master and a black market deacon.

Supporting two people was still not a problem.

Wang Zhao was also very restrained at first, but after seeing the stables, his whole spirit lifted significantly.

He cleaned inside and out several times.

Li Rui helplessly persuaded: "There are no horses in these stables."

But Wang Zhao wouldn't listen, saying repeatedly that they would definitely be needed in the future.

Happily, he skillfully began to wash the stables inside and out.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade them, Li Rui simply let the two of them be.

Returning to his room.

A smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Having more people makes it lively."

Several miles outside Qinghe City, in the mountain forest.

A fat, round-bellied bald man stumbled through the woods, cursing as he walked.

"That Tang fellow, and that Song fellow, did I kill your whole family? Why are you so ruthless when we meet?"

"Ouch."

The bald man grimaced.

He had just been punched in the corner of his mouth by Tang Sheng, and now it was bruised black and blue, still oozing blood.

"Damn it, I, Ghost Grandpa, will definitely have my revenge!"

This bald man was named Hu Fu Fu Yanzhuo.

He had an even more famous name in the Jianghu—Ghost-Faced Blade.

Ghost-Faced Blade Hu Fu Fu Yanzhuo still couldn't understand why, having just returned to Qinghe from another county.

Tang Sheng of the Tiandi Alliance was attacking him as if they had a blood feud.

The Guiming Sect was hated by everyone.

But he remembered that the Tiandi Alliance had always maintained an attitude of doing the bare minimum regarding this matter.

He shook his dizzy head:

"Screw it, daring to hit me, you all deserve to die, kill, kill, kill!"

If he hadn't run fast.

He might have lost his life; this grudge must be avenged!

The black market was as bustling as ever.

Merchants and customers came and went in an endless stream.

Li Rui walked down the streets of the black market with his hands behind his back.

However, given his status in the black market, even if he didn't wear this Tiandi Alliance uniform, he would still be recognized, so he simply stopped wasting effort and walked with a swagger.

Some well-informed merchants would fawningly greet Li Rui, the person in charge of the black market.

Others who didn't know Li Rui's status would also hold him in higher regard because of his aura.

People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles.

Although Li Rui was older, his Tiandi Alliance uniform made him look full of vigor, and the gold-threaded embroidery on the edges gave him an extra touch of nobility.

Not to mention his current muscular build; although not obvious under his clothes, his presence was vastly different.

Having become a Hall Master, he certainly couldn't dress too shabbily.

It is said that some reclusive experts can be unkempt and appear in sloppy attire.

But the current Li Rui didn't have the qualifications yet.

Walking through the black market in this outfit, everyone looked at him with awe.

"Old man, sell all these Cold Dew Grass to me. I'm not a stingy person, I'll give you eighty wen, how about it?"

A shrewd-looking young man, thin as a monkey, was squatting in front of a small stall.

"This..."

An old man with a weathered face widened his eyes in surprise.

He was originally a nearby herb gatherer.

Disliking the low prices offered by pharmacies, he had painfully spent the market entry fee to sell his herbs at the black market.

He hadn't expected a big deal to come his way as soon as he opened shop.

Eighty wen!

It was enough for his family to eat for several days.

"This master is generous, I'll wrap it up for you right away."

"Alright."

The monkey-like man nodded with satisfaction.

A flash of imperceptible cunning crossed his eyes.

The old man bundled up the large stack of herbs and handed them to the man, who was quite straightforward, pulling out eighty copper coins, neither more nor less, and left happily clutching the herbs.

Li Rui witnessed this scene.

His heart stirred slightly.

Among the herbs the man had just bought, a golden light was flickering.

This meant that a spiritual herb was hidden among these herbs!

Buying a spiritual herb for eighty wen.

A huge profit!

(End of chapter)