Chapter 134

Ma Wu's dance hall opened, and Chu Huaiyuan came specifically to congratulate him. Li Banfeng stood in the corner of the dance hall, quietly looking at the appearance of this Second Miss Chu.

Deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, slightly large mouth, slightly thick red lips, round face, no sharp angles.

Skin color couldn't be judged because the powder on her face was too thick. Her eyes were hard to fathom, looking extremely demonic under the heavy eyeshadow.

The dance began. Accompanied by the rhythm of the waltz, the guests took the dancing girls and danced one after another.

Playing this waltz was entirely to set the atmosphere. Most of the guests who came here were villagers of Lanyang Village, and few knew how to dance.

The dancing girls were also hired from the village and had been trained for two days. It was impossible for them to learn the waltz. Everyone was just making a living and dancing blindly while hugging each other. Others didn't take it seriously, but Second Miss Chu felt her scalp go numb watching it.

A young lady from a big family couldn't stand this.

"Fifth Young Master, this place really doesn't suit you."

Ma Wu smiled slightly and didn't speak.

Chu Huaiyuan reached out her hand: "Dance a dance with me."

A lady invites, a gentleman shouldn't refuse.

But Ma Wu didn't want to dance with Chu Huaiyuan; he didn't want to have any contact with Chu Huaiyuan.

He was afraid.

He had heard about Liu Changyu's matter.

The news of Second Miss Chu fiercely attacking mountain bandits had already been reported.

Liu Changyu's face skin was soaked in a wine bottle as a trophy by Second Miss Chu.

"Sorry, Second Miss, my leg is injured." Ma Wu touched his cheek, not wanting to dance with Chu Er no matter what.

Chu Er raised her red lips: "Just now when I saw you greeting guests, you walked quite fast."

Ma Wu explained: "I was just holding on. My right leg has been injured for several days and is swollen beyond recognition. I really can't dance."

Chu Er didn't force it anymore and cast her gaze toward Li Banfeng.

As a third-layer residential cultivator, almost no one in the room could notice Li Banfeng.

But after the big branch Wen Hongyan reminded Chu Er, she felt that this man wearing a top hat had a somewhat special identity, and even Ma Wu cared about him very much.

Chu Huaiyuan came to Li Banfeng, with a hint of a smile on her face: "Sir, can I invite you to dance?"

Li Banfeng shook his head slightly: "I don't know how to dance."

"Dancing is very simple, I'll teach you."

Li Banfeng smiled deeply and refused Chu Er's invitation again.

Teach me to dance, then say I took advantage of her, then collect money for oil and water.

Do you think I'll fall for it? I've suffered this loss before!

Chu Er couldn't hold on.

In this strange dance hall, she had been refused twice in a row; where could she put her face?

Chu Huaiyuan didn't allow any explanation, pulled Li Banfeng into the dance floor.

Why is this woman so overbearing?

If it weren't for the special day today, Li Banfeng would really turn against her. He couldn't tolerate others' extortion.

But the opening was auspicious, so he had to pay attention to good luck, but he would absolutely not give any oil and water money.

Actually, he had learned some dance steps at the Xianle Dance Hall, and coupled with the solid steps of a traveling cultivator, this dance was danced quite well.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the dance music, Chu Er turned around and circled in front of the photographer.

Oh no, the photographer is going to take a picture!

Why does Chu Er carry a photographer with her?

As far as the current situation is concerned, taking pictures is one of the things Li Banfeng avoids.

Li Banfeng lowered his head suddenly, his wrist slid down, and he pinched Chu Er hard under her waist.

The photographer couldn't press the shutter; this scene was a bit inappropriate.

Chu Er exclaimed: "How bold of you!"

Li Banfeng's expression was calm: "Anyway, I have to collect oil and water money, so I'll grab the oil and water first."

Chu Er was puzzled: "What oil and water money?"

Li Banfeng smiled deeply. Under the shadow of the hat brim, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Chu Er really wasn't afraid of this murderous intent. She turned her steps and brought Li Banfeng close to the photographer again.

Li Banfeng didn't stand on ceremony and twisted Chu Er's peach into a twist.

The picture was indecent, and the photographer didn't take it again.

A full-body photo couldn't be taken. Li Banfeng turned his steps and left the photographer's lens range.

Chu Er looked surprised, seemingly feeling that the taste of the twist just now was not bad, and wanted Li Banfeng to twist it again. She brought Li Banfeng close to the photographer again.

Li Banfeng brought Chu Er and turned a circle, directly hitting the photographer. The photographer couldn't dodge, the camera fell to the ground, broke, and all the film inside ran out.

Chu Er was angry, brought Li Banfeng and hit the phonograph.

The phonograph is very expensive and couldn't be broken. Li Banfeng changed direction halfway, letting Chu Er hit the pillar in the hall.

This hit wasn't light, and Chu Er swayed and almost fell.

Yang Yanzheng frowned, and the big branch Wen Hongyan licked her arm, ready to make a move at any time.

Li Banfeng perceived the danger, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger.

Chu Er signaled others not to act rashly, and the two continued to dance in the center of the dance floor.

Ma Wu broke into a cold sweat for Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng also had a face full of sweat.

Chu Er's fingernails suddenly grew longer, tearing the clothes and digging into Li Banfeng's flesh.

Li Banfeng made another big turn, hitting Chu Er against the pillar again.

The two moved extremely fast, and ordinary people didn't notice, only feeling the pillar making *bang-bang* sounds from time to time.

After one song, Chu Er was covered in blue and purple, and Li Banfeng's back was dripping with blood.

The two saluted and returned to their seats.

Wen Hongyan asked: "Miss, should I kill that guy?"

Chu Er rubbed the bruise on her shoulder: "Just dancing, dancing so happily, no need to care."

Li Banfeng drank a glass of wine and then stood up, leaving the dance hall.

This evil woman is not only ruthless, but also used poison.

Li Banfeng felt a burst of numbness and itching on his back and hurried back to Suishenju.

Arriving in the room, he took off his clothes and was preparing to let the mistress heal his wounds, but didn't want the mistress to suddenly roar: "Hey madman, where did the scratch marks on your back come from?"

Li Banfeng explained: "Scratched by a woman."

"Hey! You admit it! This woman scratched so deeply, it seems you didn't put in little effort!"

Li Banfeng pointed to his back: "I'm poisoned."

"You guys still use poison? Can you play such tricks?"

Li Banfeng picked up his clothes: "The clothes are also torn."

"The clothes are torn..."

*Clang-clang-clang~*

The phonograph calmed down a bit, spat out a cloud of steam, and rubbed on Li Banfeng's back.

If the clothes weren't torn, and only Li Banfeng was torn, this matter would be serious.

Now that both the clothes and Li Banfeng were torn, it proved that Li Banfeng was wearing clothes at the time.

Under the steaming of the steam, Li Banfeng broke into a sweat. After the sweat evaporated, the suffering of numbness and itching disappeared, and the poison was resolved cleanly.

Li Banfeng lay on the bed, the wounds on his back scabbing rapidly. The recovery ability of a residential cultivator in the residence was very astonishing.

The steam continued to stroke his back gently, and the phonograph sang softly: "That evil woman is so ruthless, hand her over to Xiao Nu to deal with. Xiao Nu will avenge Husband."

Li Banfeng snorted coldly: "Want to avenge, or want to eat?"

"Hiss~ Xiao Nu loves Husband so much, how can Husband speak sarcastically."

The phonograph was very aggrieved, lifted Li Banfeng's clothes with steam, and mended them carefully.

*Click-click-click! *

Integrating the function of a sewing phonograph, the mistress's needle could thread, and the speed of mending was very fast.

After the clothes were mended, the mistress asked: "Speaking of which, that evil woman should be a person, right?"

"Of course she's a person, why does the mistress ask that?"

"Hey~ Golden Eye Autumn Hair distinguishes Yin and Yang, Hundred Flavors Exquisite nose tip hides. Husband must have been dazzled by that woman today, but forgot the technique. Husband has some incense fire scent on him."

"Really?"

Li Banfeng picked up the clothes and smelled them. The scent of powder on the clothes was extremely rich, but between careful discrimination, there was indeed some incense fire scent.

How could this scent be ignored?

This wasn't Li Banfeng's carelessness. In the dance hall, the smell of smoke, wine, and powder was too mixed and heavy, covering up this bit of incense fire scent, so Li Banfeng really couldn't distinguish it.

Is Chu Er a ghost?

Shouldn't be.

Li Banfeng had been guarding against Chu Er. If she were a ghost, Li Banfeng could at least see ghost fire.

The dance party was nearing its end. Chu Er stood up to say goodbye. Ma Wu prepared a carriage and sent her to the entrance of the village, then returned to the dance hall to calculate today's expenses.

Seeing Chu Er and the others' carriage go far away, Liu Liangyi's figure appeared at the entrance of the village.

He held a stick of incense in his hand, the smoke curling and lingering, flying all the way to Dream Spring Garden.

In the dance hall, Ma Wu was calculating accounts. On the first day of opening, all were guests, and the expenses were not small.

Just as he was calculating the crucial part, he suddenly heard a dancing girl exclaim: "What are you doing? Don't you look at the road?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, a man walked into the dance hall, bumping into the dancing girl and making her stagger.

The man wore a jacket, a round felt hat, and a scarf covering his face, unable to see his appearance.

Xiao Chuan stepped forward to help the dancing girl and said to the man: "We are closed. If you want to dance, wait until tomorrow."

The man didn't speak and walked straight forward.

Xiao Chuan frowned: "Didn't you hear what I said? We are closed!"

The man suddenly drew his knife and slashed at Xiao Chuan.

Xiao Chuan was an industrial cultivator and hadn't reached the level yet, so he didn't react for a moment.

Ma Wu took a step forward, pushed Xiao Chuan away, dodged the knife, and kicked the man.

*Snap! *

The man's bones seemed to be broken.

But this didn't affect his offensive at all. He raised the knife and slashed at Ma Wu again.

Ma Wu dodged calmly. Others wanted to come up to help, but were stopped by Ma Wu.

Seeing the opponent's moves weren't too fast, but his body was unusually strong, he should be a body cultivator without a level.

Such a person is estimated to be just a rascal. Beating him up is enough; there's no need to ruin the good luck for him, and even less need to let his subordinates get hurt for this.

He glanced at the man, intending to use the technique of confusion to subdue the opponent.

The man had no reaction and slashed at Ma Wu one knife after another.

Can he defend against the technique of confusion?

Does this man have a level?

The opening is auspicious, Ma Wu really doesn't want to see blood.

But this opponent clearly cannot be underestimated.

Ma Wu drew the short sword from behind, wanting to dismantle one of this person's arms.

*Snap! *

The arm was dismantled, and this person didn't bleed.

Looking at the broken end on the shoulder, Ma Wu locked his brows tightly.

The broken end was hollow, and he could see the bamboo strip skeleton inside.

This is a paper figure!

He first thought of the manager of the Liu family's paper horse shop, Liu Liangyi.

Liu Liangyi is a fourth-layer nightmare cultivator, and this paper figure is his famous technique.

He came to seek revenge!

Xiao Chuanzi also saw it was a paper figure, took out a box of matches and shouted: "Young Master, you dodge, I'll burn him!"

"Don't mess around!" Ma Wu stopped Xiao Chuanzi.

Burn him with fire?

Paper figures don't know pain; instead, they will carry fire and pounce on people.

Ma Wu swung his short sword and hacked the paper figure into pieces. Outside the window, a gust of gloomy wind suddenly blew, and all the candles in the room went out.

"Run!" Ma Wu ordered to leave the dance hall immediately. Walking to the door, he found he couldn't get out.

At the entrance, hundreds of people stood densely, and people were rushing over from the wild land one after another.

The dance hall was surrounded.

Even Ma Wu couldn't rush out, let alone those servants and dancing girls without cultivation.

Hacking down two paper figures, Ma Wu retreated back to the dance hall and called two servants to hold the main door.

*Bang! Bang! Bang! *

The sound of knocking on the door outside didn't stop, and Ma Wu was trying to find a way to deal with it.

These paper figures are estimated to be controlled by Liu Liangyi's ghost servants.

Ghost servants are wandering souls, and the high-level techniques of joy cultivation can restrain wandering souls.

But Ma Wu's level is not enough. Unless there are magic treasures or spiritual objects, he simply cannot touch wandering souls. This is the most difficult part of nightmare cultivators.

If only there was that dog-skin coat.

When Ma Wu was kicked out of the family, the dog-skin coat was taken back. With that dog-skin coat, he wouldn't have to pick things to eat in the garbage heap, and doing some ghost-driving business could also earn a lot of money.

With no magic treasure in hand, what else can deal with ghost servants?

Filth!

Ma Wu remembered, it was written in the book, wandering souls hate filth and can temporarily resist for a while.

"Spit, spit saliva! Spit at the main door!"

More than a dozen servants plus more than twenty dancing girls spat at the main door, and the knocking sound outside gradually calmed down.

It seems effective.

Ma Wu was overjoyed and ordered everyone: "Smear saliva on your face, the more the better. Whoever has thick phlegm, share some with others. Listen to my command in a while, let's rush out first!"

Everyone spat on their hands one after another, then smeared it on their faces. The dancing girls couldn't care about modesty either. A pretty big girl blew a handful of snot and smeared it all over her face.

Ma Wu was preparing to open the door when he suddenly heard two crisp sounds!

The window glass shattered!

Those paper figures outside the door weren't repelled by saliva. Under Liu Liangyi's control, they changed their route of attack.

Dozens of paper figures climbed in through the window.

"Ah!"

A servant screamed, his back slashed by a paper figure.

"Mom!"

A dancing girl was grabbed by a paper figure, and a large handful of her hair was torn off.

The room was pitch black, and screams were endless. Ma Wu couldn't tell which one was a paper figure.

"Spit saliva!" In a hurry, Ma Wu could only think of this move.

Does it work?

With this bit of filth, the effect is really limited.

These are the ghost servants of a fourth-layer nightmare cultivator. A mouthful of saliva spat on the paper figure's face, the paper figure paused slightly, then swung the knife to slash people.

Ma Wu swung his sword and hacked a paper figure to pieces. The ghost servant inside crawled out, attached to another paper figure, unharmed, and continued to kill.

Liu Liangyi, hiding at the entrance of the village, was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

He didn't expect Ma Wu to have this kind of quality.

He thought Ma Wu could kill Song Jiasen, so his cultivation should have reached the third layer, and he should have at least a few magic treasures on him.

If he had known Ma Wu only had this bit of ability, he would have saved the paper figures, and just called ten ghost servants over to handle them all.

Ma Wu was driven to a desperate situation and called out to everyone: "Pee, pee, spray it on them!"

At the critical moment, regardless of men or women, they couldn't care about shame, took out their tools, set their posture, and prepared to fire.

But the paper figures didn't give them a chance to fire, swinging their knives to slash!

Seeing everyone being forced into a corner, about to be slashed into meat paste, suddenly a big black guy rushed out of the latrine, shouted: "Young Master, don't be afraid, follow me!"

That big black guy, carrying a two-foot iron bucket on his back, holding a one-meter-five long spoon in his hand, sprayed a piece of paste-like substance at the paper figures. A piece of paper figures stood stiffly in place, and the remaining paper figures leaned against the wall to hide.

Xiao Genzi is here!

He came with a bucket on his back!

This is proper filth!

Dung soup is the head of a hundred filth, and dung soup quenched by gold cultivation is the best of the filth species!

Xiao Genzi is not easy. To save Ma Wu, he fought seven in and seven out outside the dance hall, and only then jumped in through the latrine window.

After replenishing ammunition in the latrine, Xiao Genzi rushed to the center of the dance floor again.

After a fierce battle, Xiao Genzi stood by the window and untied the dung bucket behind him.

The bucket was raised, stunning a group of paper figures.

The long spoon danced, splashing Ma Wu all over the face.

"Young Master, this way!"

Ma Wu wiped his face, took everyone, and followed Xiao Genzi to rush toward the window.

Gold cultivation restrains nightmare cultivation. If it were the second-layer nightmare cultivator Du Hongxi of the Jiang Xiang Gang, even if he couldn't win, he could fight for a way to survive.

Unfortunately, this is the ghost servant of a fourth-layer nightmare cultivator.

Liu Liangyi sneered: "I thought gold cultivation was extinct, didn't expect there was still a cultivator in the world. Fine, I'll send you on your way, so you don't leave a bad smell in the world."

He put down the incense in his hand, lit a candle, used the candle to transmit his mind, and forced the ghost servants to make a move.

Xiao Genzi hadn't reached the level yet, the quantity of filth in the bucket was not enough, and the quality was not enough. If the ghost servants rushed hard, they could easily break through his filth.

Liu Liangyi's tactics were just this cautious.

The cost of a sneak attack is the smallest, and the benefit is the greatest. He wouldn't show his face personally. Until the moment before Ma Wu died, he wouldn't see his appearance.

The candle flame flickered, and his mind was about to burst out.

*Ding-ling! *

What sound?

*Puff! *

Li Banfeng stabbed a dagger into the back of Liu Liangyi's head and then blew out the candle.

A third-layer residential cultivator was ignored by Liu Liangyi, and also ignored by the ghost servants beside him.

Sneak attacks are the most advantageous, and Li Banfeng also agrees very much.

(End of chapter)