Chapter 273: Thoughts

Wu Decheng wiped the night soil off his face and looked quietly at Boss Ye.

His purpose today was to kill this one surnamed Ye, earn credit with Lu Maoxian, win back the reputation Tang Peigong had lost, and seize his status in the Qing Shou Society.

He lost in the arena, but killing the one surnamed Ye now didn't seem too late.

The fourth-layer poison cultivator Yue Qingsong reminded him on the side: "Master, the other disciples have also come. We can take action at any time."

Wu Decheng clenched his fists and finally calmed down, having people take the injured disciples and leave the arena.

He had decided to kill Boss Ye before; why did he change his mind so quickly?

Wu Decheng had crawled through the underworld and could see the situation clearly.

He didn't care about others pointing fingers. Winners are kings and losers are thieves; he understood this principle very well.

But Wu Decheng knew it was very difficult to kill the one surnamed Ye now.

The premise of wanting to kill him before was because Wu Decheng was certain the one surnamed Ye would be lax in his defense.

Now it seemed that the one surnamed Ye not only wasn't lax in his defense but had set a trap to calculate him.

The two thin men in the arena weren't easy to mess with.

The one surnamed Ye seemed not to have brought any experts, but in reality, the experts were likely hidden in the crowd.

Continuing to tangle here wouldn't gain any advantage, so Wu Decheng retreated very decisively.

Seeing the other side flee in a panic, Li Banfeng lowered the brim of his hat and revealed a smile.

A breeze blew by, and Li Banfeng stopped smiling. He brought his people and turned to leave.

The smell in this place was too strong, which was very unfriendly to the skill of "Hundred Flavors Linglong."

The arena fighters left, and the onlookers dispersed.

The few people left cleaning the field were silently worried.

"Do we still want this arena?"

"Air it out for two days; it'll be fine after two days."

Returning to the newspaper office, Bai Qiusheng was busy rushing the draft, and Ma Wu was busy printing newspapers.

After the evening paper was sent out, Li Banfeng had people buy wine and food and set up a few tables in the factory.

It must be said, the factory canteen wasn't small, and the atmosphere was good. Today was mainly to celebrate the success of the three who went into battle.

Xiao Genzi looked ashamed: "I didn't help much; it was mainly the credit of the two sisters."

Li Banfeng looked approving: "Genzi, put the bucket down first.

Today, all three of you are the top contributors. Eat your fill, drink your fill, be happy, and there will be no shortage of red envelopes for you in a while."

Ah Qin looked at Ma Wu and lowered her head: "I don't want a red envelope."

The scolding woman spat: "Shameless, if you don't want a red envelope, what do you want? Can you be full just by relying on that little thing of a man?"

Ah Qin said angrily: "You old woman, your words are so unpleasant! It's a great day today, and I'm in no mood to argue with you!"

Today was indeed a good day. Everyone ate and drank to their heart's content until past two in the morning before falling asleep one after another.

Another hour or so passed, and just before four in the morning, a smell drifted into Li Banfeng's room.

He's here.

I knew he would come tonight.

I knew he wouldn't be reconciled.

He lost too much face; I knew he couldn't hold it.

Xiao Genzi giving him that ladle in the arena was to guard against this!

Li Banfeng stood at the door and quietly opened the Suishenju.

Wu Decheng walked up the stairs silently, looked around for a moment, and came to Li Banfeng's door.

Pushing open the door, the room was pitch black, and Wu Decheng vaguely saw some mist.

Strange, how could there be mist in this room?

Wu Decheng's heart tightened. Just as he was about to retreat outside the door, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf; something sharp had hooked into his leg bone.

Wu Decheng tried to break free, but the other side's strength was far above his. Struggling, Wu Decheng was dragged into the room.

Bang!

The door closed.

Sizzle~

Li Banfeng struck a match and lit a cigarette.

He casually lit the candle by his side.

By the candlelight, Wu Decheng saw the furnishings in the room clearly.

A very small room with a bed and a phonograph.

The phonograph's stylus hooked into Wu Decheng's leg bone and pulled back sharply, causing Wu Decheng to fall to the ground.

Li Banfeng sat on the bed, looking quietly at Wu Decheng: "The arena battle is over; why did you come to find me?"

Wu Decheng gritted his teeth: "Backstabbing and breaking faith, you shameless villain, you deserve to die!"

"Tell me, how did I backstab and break faith?"

"What was our agreement at the beginning?"

"It was clear at the beginning: fight three rounds in the arena. You wanted to win the first round, let me win the second, and fight to a draw in the third.

I didn't agree. I said I must win the first round, and you agreed to let me win the first round. Is that how it happened!"

Wu Decheng said: "I already let you win the first round!"

"Yes, you let me win the first round, but I should win the second round and draw the third. There's no problem with that, right?"

"Nonsense! If you let me win the first round, I should let you win the second!"

Li Banfeng shook his head: "That's not what I thought. It's your fault for not making it clear."

"It was obvious; did it need to be made clear?"

Li Banfeng smiled: "You, you just don't like to make things clear.

When fighting the first round, you deliberately didn't make it clear whether it was a literary or martial arena, taking advantage of me, an outsider, not knowing the rules.

As for Tang Peigong, I reckon you didn't make the details clear either. He lost face at the cinema and was anxious to find it back. You confused him and made him fall into your trap.

You used my hand to beat him up. He lost face, and you would win back your face in the second round. Is that the logic?"

Wu Decheng sneered: "So what? It didn't make you suffer a loss!"

Li Banfeng continued: "By the second round, whether it was a fight to the death or a decision of victory, you still didn't make it clear.

You brought ruthless people to strike to kill, wanting to take my life while I wasn't prepared. Is that what you thought?"

"Don't spit blood!" Wu Decheng still didn't want to admit it.

Li Banfeng smiled: "Since you've come to me, can't you be more honest?

To tell you the truth, that's what I thought too. If you hadn't run fast today, your corpse would be lying in the street."

Wu Decheng stopped talking.

Li Banfeng walked over with a teapot: "Why aren't you talking? Thirsty? Drink a cup of tea?"

Wu Decheng suddenly leaped up, wanting to fight Li Banfeng to the death.

He had a stylus hanging on his leg.

He still had to fight at close quarters.

This was still a residential cultivator's home.

How could he have a chance to strike?

Li Banfeng didn't even sit up from the bed, lifted a foot, and kicked him to the ground.

Wu Decheng got up again, his right hand groping in his bosom, seemingly wanting to pull out a weapon.

Li Banfeng pulled out his sickle and opened a few cuts on his body first. The poison penetrated, and Wu Decheng couldn't move.

The phonograph exclaimed in admiration: "Husband is brave; dealing with this old thing doesn't even require me to take action."

The old teapot said: "This bird-brained thing is still not honest. Treat him to a cup of hot tea to warm him up."

Li Banfeng poured some tea on Wu Decheng.

Wu Decheng shouted on the spot.

This old thing's cultivation wasn't low, but he couldn't handle this.

That's not right; it's not just a matter of cultivation. The teapot's tea seemed to be hotter than before.

Is this old teapot still cultivating?

I'll have to have a good chat with him another day.

Li Banfeng looked at Wu Decheng: "I'll ask you a few questions. Answer honestly, and perhaps I can spare your life.

First, tell me, why did your Qing Shou Society want to attack 'Blood Gun Detective'? It's just a movie; how did it offend you?"

Wu Decheng panted for a long time: "Because that movie is indecent..."

Before he could finish, Wu Decheng was doused with tea by Li Banfeng again: "Indecent? Just for this, you smashed the cinema?"

Wu Decheng shouted: "I'm telling the truth; this was Elder Lu's order."

"Elder Lu? Lu Maoxian? You are an elder, he is an elder, and Tang Peigong is an elder. Why does he give you orders?"

"There is a difference in status between elders. Elder Lu is the Great Elder, and his status is above ours. Tang Peigong's status is above mine."

"How many elders does the Qing Shou Society have?"

"I don't know the total number. Generally, a place has two elders, one literary and one martial. The status of a literary elder is generally above that of a martial elder.

Some small places might only have one elder. Big places like Green Water City have three elders; all three are Great Elders, among whom Lu Maoxian has the highest status."

"So, Lu Maoxian is the leader of the Qing Shou Society?"

Wu Decheng shook his head: "The leader of the Qing Shou Society is the Sage."

Li Banfeng's nose wrinkled, not just because of the smell on Wu Decheng, but also because of the word "Sage," which also had a heavy smell.

"Which Sage are you talking about? The one at the Vile Person's Ridge?"

Wu Decheng said: "I have never seen the Sage. I have been in the Qing Shou Society for twenty-one years and have never seen the Sage."

At his status, he still couldn't see the Sage.

The Sage was so hard to see, which reminded Li Banfeng of the scene on Sage Peak where a group of people knelt on the ground waiting to see the Sage.

Li Banfeng asked some more questions about Black Stone Slope and the Qing Shou Society, and Wu Decheng answered them all truthfully.

The Qing Shou Society and Black Stone Slope were Lu Maoxian's most important assets, especially Black Stone Slope. Nearly half of the factories and mines here were controlled by Lu Maoxian, which was also the main reason he could contend with the two young masters of the Lu family.

But the residents of Black Stone Slope were very special. According to Wu Decheng, these people were uneducated and were one of the most ferocious places in Puluo Prefecture.

Especially since there were cultivators with not-so-bad cultivation hidden among the residents. Once forced too hard, the situation could become difficult to handle. Therefore, to resolve disputes in Black Stone Slope, the Qing Shou Society generally adopted the open and honest method of fighting in an arena. The method of playing dirty like Wu Decheng was rare.

Wu Decheng looked at Li Banfeng: "A gentleman's word is a fast horse's whip. I've answered what you asked. Let me go.

Tang Peigong has already become a useless person. From now on, Black Shicheng will be under my control. You can show movies as you please, print newspapers as you please, and the book and newspaper business in Black Shicheng will belong to you. Do you think this works!"

As the words fell, Li Banfeng seemed truly tempted.

He sat back on the bed, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a smile appeared on his face.

Wu Decheng used a technique.

The phonograph was furious, and the scalding steam burned Wu Decheng until he was covered in blisters.

Li Banfeng stopped the phonograph and suddenly spoke.

"I think this old man isn't bad, so let him go."

"Yes, he already said the book and newspaper business in Black Shicheng will belong to us. This business is quite profitable."

"Forgive others where possible; let him go. You also like Black Stone Slope. Just stay here in the future; wouldn't it be good to have more support?"

Li Banfeng and himself started an in-depth discussion, leaving Wu Decheng dumbfounded.

The phonograph was frightened and looked at Li Banfeng: "Husband, what's wrong with you? Were you hurt by this old thing?"

"No!" Li Banfeng was discussing while still being able to talk to his wife.

After the discussion yielded a result, Li Banfeng walked to Wu Decheng's side: "I've thought this through. I've decided not to let you go.

Black Stone Slope is indeed a good place. Without you bunch of sluts, this place will become even better!

Wife, time to eat!"

As the words fell, the phonograph smiled hideously and started eating.

Wu Decheng screamed for a moment, then gradually lost his voice.

The soul was eaten clean, and the wife asked Li Banfeng if he wanted to keep the spirituality.

Li Banfeng felt disgusted whenever he saw people from the Qing Shou Society and originally didn't intend to keep the spirituality, but the blood-stained pendulum suddenly spoke:

"Master, he is a high-level thought cultivator after all. It's a pity to throw it away; why not leave it to me."

Li Banfeng froze. He knew the pendulum could absorb blood, but when did it learn to eat spirituality?

The wife smiled: "Good for you, you little slut. Following the master, has your cultivation improved?"

The pendulum answered respectfully: "I won't hide it from you, Madam. It is indeed somewhat different from before. It seems I've recovered some techniques. I'll ask for your guidance another day."

The pendulum spoke nicely, and the phonograph liked it too, sending the spirituality to the pendulum with a puff of steam: "You little slut, you're lucky!"

The corpse couldn't be wasted, so Li Banfeng moved the red lotus over.

The red lotus had waited for a long time, and several layers of dew had formed on her body.

But when she smelled the scent on Wu Decheng, the red lotus felt some disgust and didn't really want to open her petals.

The phonograph was angry: "You little slut, are you picking and choosing now? This person's cultivation isn't low; such good things aren't available every day."

Li Banfeng snorted: "If you don't eat, you can starve!"

The red lotus hesitated for a moment but still ate the corpse.

Layers of halos rippled, and the red lotus was refining the elixir. Li Banfeng wanted to be intimate with his wife for a while and felt the red lotus was an eyesore, so he casually threw her into the second room.

The red lotus sprayed two mouthfuls of dew in the second room and continued to refine the corpse.

After a moment, the red lotus suddenly trembled.

In the second room, there seemed to be a faint thought, but it was unclear what thought it was.

PS: How could there be other people's thoughts in the Suishenju? This is too scary!

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