Chapter 135

Autumn.

At the end of the street, there was a huge mansion, which looked just like the yellow leaves on the branches, already at the time of withering and falling.

And now those two vermilion gates had not been opened for more than half a year.

The vermilion paint on the gates had peeled off, and the copper rings had also rusted.

No human voices could be heard inside the high walls, and the occasional low chirping of autumn insects only set off the desolation and bleakness of the mansion.

And in the early years, this mansion had also had its glorious times, having given birth to seven scholars and three top scholars, among whom was a brilliant, peerless martial arts hero.

But now, just like the Shen family ancestral hall, it had also become desolate and lonely.

Just then, a young man in black was slowly walking toward the mansion.

No matter who it was, seeing this young man in black, they couldn't help but look twice.

Not only because he was handsome and extraordinary, but also because he was carrying a large plaque on his shoulder.

This person had already walked to the mansion, his toes tapped lightly, and he was like a black cloud rising slowly. His hands moved again, and he had already replaced the dust-covered "Xingyun Manor" plaque with the plaque in his hand.

On the plaque were three gilded characters—Six Extremes Manor.

"Left in a hurry back then, almost forgot about this, finally made up for it." The young man in black looked at the plaque, his face revealing a satisfied smile.

"It's you, it's you..." This mansion's gatekeeper was a pockmarked face with white hair and beard. He had just walked out when he saw the young man in black, shocked and terrified, pointing at the young man with his finger, staggering backward.

"This is your old master's plaque, keep it well." The young man threw it casually, and the plaque flew toward the gatekeeper, whistling with wind.

The pockmarked gatekeeper was so scared that he retreated repeatedly, even closing his eyes.

After a while, he discovered that he hadn't been knocked flying by the plaque. He opened his eyes quietly and saw the dust-covered "Xingyun Manor" plaque standing straight on the ground.

As for the young man in black, he was nowhere to be found.

"I wonder if Sun Tuozi is still there?"

Yu Liancheng had already arrived at the alley behind the mansion's high walls, but immediately revealed a smile.

It wasn't that he had discovered his old friend "Sun Tuozi," but that he had seen a very interesting thing.

One could see about forty or fifty people in the alley, standing in rows.

There were men and women, old and young, and they were wearing all kinds of weapons. Looking at their appearance and dress, they should also be imposing martial arts heroes.

But at this moment, they were all standing in circles the size of a rice bowl, one person in one circle, just enough to place their feet inside.

What was even more surprising was that each of them had a copper coin on their head, not daring to move at all, not even daring to breathe heavily, and everyone had a look of panic and anxiety, fearing that if they moved, the copper coin on their head would fall off.

"Interesting, interesting." Yu Liancheng revealed a smile.

"You think it's very interesting?" Suddenly a cold voice came, carrying a hint of mockery in its tone.

Yu Liancheng nodded: "These people don't look like they have been acupoint-struck, but they are driven into the circles like little chicks, yet they don't dare to resist at all, it's really extremely interesting."

"Watching others is interesting, but if you experience it yourself, perhaps you won't think it's interesting."

The speaker was a very young boy, with his hands behind his back, wearing apricot-yellow clothes, looking very delicate, but his face was icy cold, and the corners of his mouth always carried a trace of a faint sneer.

His palm flipped, and there was already a copper coin in his palm.

Just then, a sound of "du, du, du, du" suddenly came from the end of the alley, the sound monotonous and dull, but carrying another kind of sinister and mysterious meaning.

In the small chicken feather shop on the side, three people immediately walked out, three people in apricot-yellow clothes just like the boy.

One was older, one ear had been cut off, and one eye was blind, the remaining single eye flashing with light.

One looked even older, with white hair and beard. What was even more terrifying was that his face was green, and his hands were green, set off by the white hair, making him look even more bizarre and terrifying.

The third was an old man with white hair and beard, his figure already hunched, his footsteps already staggering.

They stood in a row with the previous young man, seemingly welcoming the person who was about to arrive.

Soon, a figure had already appeared before everyone.

His left leg had been broken from the root, leaning on a crutch, disheveled, his face full of scars, and ugly to the extreme, triangular small eyes, a large nose, no matter who saw this person, a chill would inevitably rise in their heart.

The four people in apricot-yellow clothes bowed to the one-legged man together.

If one looked carefully, one would discover that this one-legged man was also wearing an apricot-yellow long gown, extremely dirty, but inlaid with two golden edges, while the other four only had one edge inlaid.

The one-legged man waved his hand, light flashing in his triangular eyes, scanning the surroundings, and when he saw Yu Liancheng, he couldn't help but frown: "Have you brought them all?"

The apricot-yellow young man said: "Forty-nine people in total, all brought here, but one person couldn't put the gold coin on, and another didn't have time to put it on."

The one-legged man frowned: "Who couldn't put it on?"

"That would be me." With a cold sneer, another person in green clothes walked out of the small shop.

This person was unusually thin, not carrying a sword or knife, but there was a bulge around his waist, which was very eye-catching, obviously carrying a very thick and long soft weapon.

The one-legged man snorted coldly: "Ximen Rou, you also want to participate in this matter?"

Although the name Ximen Rou didn't sound outstanding, any Edo person with a little discernment should have heard of this person's name.

——Weapon Manual seventh, "Snake Whip" Ximen Rou.

Ximen Rou also sneered: "There is no place in this world that I, Ximen Rou, cannot go. Just relying on you, Zhuge Gang, I fear you can't stop me."

The name Zhuge Gang was also very famous, almost not inferior to Ximen Rou.

——Weapon Manual eighth, "Diamond Iron Crutch" Zhuge Gang.

Zhuge Gang snorted coldly and didn't answer, his gaze placed on Yu Liancheng: "Is the friend a Edo traveler?"

Yu Liancheng nodded.

Zhuge Gang said: "Since you are a Edo traveler, you should follow our rules." After saying this, he gave the apricot-yellow young man a look.

The apricot-yellow young man sneered, took out the copper coin again, flicked his wrist, and the copper coin flew toward Yu Liancheng.

This young man's martial arts were quite good, his force was used very cleverly, just enough to make the copper coin fly onto Yu Liancheng's head.

But Yu Liancheng took a step back.

The copper coin "dinged" and fell to the ground, rolling far away.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire alley changed, and a murderous aura appeared for no reason. The people standing with copper coins on their heads were trembling.

They looked at Yu Liancheng with changed eyes.

As if looking at a dead man.

——If the gold coin falls, the head will not be saved.

A person without a head can only be a dead person.