Chapter 1111

Saying so, he clapped his hands, summoned a sedan chair, and even personally helped Hearing Gai Nie into it.

His respectful attitude was, if anything, even more excessive than what he had shown Gusu Murong Fu earlier.

"Prince Zongzan?"

Hearing Gai Nie had not expected that his treatment would actually be better than Gusu Murong Fu's.

But after getting into the sedan chair, he did not forget his master.

"Master, rest assured. Since this pack of good-for-nothings was brought by you, naturally we won't mistreat them either."

The leading masked freak clapped his hands again and summoned another sedan chair.

Prince Zongzan covered his cheek and climbed shakily into the sedan chair.

Although he ultimately sat in the sedan chair, he understood that without Hearing Gai Nie, he would probably have truly become a dog at this moment.

As for the other grassland barbarians, not a single one was allowed to sit in a sedan chair.

But they were not fitted with iron collars either, and were permitted to follow behind Hearing Gai Nie and Prince Zongzan's sedan chairs, heading slowly toward Despair Shanzhuang.

After Hearing Gai Nie, Gusu Murong Fu, and their two parties had departed.

Thereafter, no one else received any preferential treatment.

On the contrary, upon discovering that those men in black were Luo Wang assassins, these masked freaks suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

They actually slaughtered these Luo Wang assassins on the spot.

The cruelty of their methods was several degrees more bloody than before.

As if they bore some deep grudge against Luo Wang.

Hearing Gai Nie watched coldly from the sidelines, nurturing his sword heart.

He had no intention of revealing his own identity; after all, being a guest of honor at the unknown master of Despair Shanzhuang's table was clearly not that easy.

Rather than that, it was better to hide in the shadows.

Once he had scouted out the situation here and recovered his true essence, he could make his next move.

Therefore, when those masked freaks gradually drew near Hearing Gai Nie, he did not make the slightest move.

"What's this? Hand it over!"

Just as Hearing Gai Nie had no intention of resisting, one of the masked freaks had already walked up beside Old Six.

Pointing at the cloth bag Old Six was clutching tightly to his chest, he demanded directly.

"This is a little dog I've raised, it's no treasure.

Sir, could you let it go?"

Old Six hugged it even tighter, but said with his mouth.

"A dog? Hmph! Do you take me for a fool?

Would you hold a dog this tightly?"

The masked freak snorted coldly, directly exposing Old Six's lie.

While speaking, he even reached out directly, probing toward Old Six's chest.

Old Six clearly treasured the Fire Monkey greatly; how could he let the masked freak take it?

Just as the man's hand reached his front, he suddenly hugged it with all his might, ruthlessly lowered his head, and bit down on the Hukou of the man's palm.

Although Old Six could not use true qi, a martial artist's daily training had long since enhanced every aspect of his physical condition.

Therefore, this bite carried no small force.

It actually tore the man's Hukou into a bloody, mangled mess, making him cry out in pain.

"Ah! You wretched thing…"

The Hukou was a vital spot on the hand; bitten like this, the man, besides cursing, momentarily forgot to strike back.

He only wanted to pull his hand back.

Taking advantage of this moment, Old Six released his bite, immediately took the cloth bag, did a sideways roll, and tumbled more than a zhang away.

Clearly, for the sake of the Fire Monkey, Old Six was willing to risk his life.

Hearing Gai Nie could not help but feel curious in his heart; a mere Fire Monkey was, at most, only a lead to find the Clay Bodhisattva.

Even if he found the Clay Bodhisattva, without a certain amount of power and status, he still could not make the Bodhisattva divine his fortune for him.

If that were the case, what use was the Fire Monkey?

Why was this Old Six willing to take such a desperate risk to seize this Fire Monkey?

"Damned wretch, quick, seize her! What's in her arms is definitely what we're after."

At this moment, the leading masked freak came to his senses and immediately ordered his subordinates.

Actually, in terms of normal strength, these masked freaks could not capture Old Six, or at least could not do so easily.

But this strange place now caused all the experts, including Hearing Gai Nie and Hearing Gai Nie, to lose their true essence.

Old Six naturally could not escape this misfortune.

Therefore, these masked freaks, gathering their true qi at this moment, pounced on Old Six from all directions.

Although Old Six had the heart to fight to the death to protect the cloth bag in his arms, he could not withstand the sheer number of these masked freaks, all of whom had true qi at their disposal.

After dodging several times in a row and kicking over seven or eight of the masked men.

The layers of clothing wrapped around Old Six's body were stripped off one by one.

One of the masked men happened to tear off the light veil on Old Six's head.

A head of jet-black hair flew out like a waterfall.

Beneath this thick, jet-black hair was a rather youthful, delicate, pretty face.

This Old Six of the Yellow River Six Ghosts was actually a Miss not yet twenty years old?

Hearing Gai Nie was even more astonished at the sight.

He had once accidentally seen Lao Liu bathing.

He had even overheard her conversations with the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River, her tone thick with the scent of the brothel.

Thus, without thinking, Hearing Gai Nie had always assumed Lao Liu was around the same age as Huang Laosi and the others — a woman in her thirties or forties.

Who could have imagined that the real Lao Liu was so young and beautiful?

Just then, a masked figure seized Chenciji to rush forward and grab Lao Liu's ankle.

Then he yanked hard, slamming Lao Liu hard onto the ground.

The impact nearly shattered all her bones.

Yet Lao Liu still clutched the cloth sack in her arms, refusing to loosen her grip even slightly.

"Hah! You little bitch — I'll see you run now!"

The masked figure who had thrown Lao Liu down laughed triumphantly and reached out to snatch the sack from her arms.

"Stop!"

Hearing Gai Nie could no longer hold back.

Though the situation was dire, he saw that Lao Liu, a weak woman, was still fighting with all her strength.

No matter what, Hearing Gai Nie could no longer remain indifferent.

He roared aloud and slowly rose from the ground.

"Oh? Where did this brat come from? Trying to play the hero and save the damsel?"

Hearing Gai Nie's roar naturally drew the attention of many masked figures.

Once they saw Hearing Gai Nie, they sneered.

In their eyes, all these warriors come to seek treasure had lost their true energy.

What threat could such warriors possibly pose?

Thus, none of them held Hearing Gai Nie in any regard.

The one closest to Hearing Gai Nie let out a cruel laugh.

"Go be your ghostly hero in the Underworld!"

Saying this, he swung his blade straight at him.

That slash was ordinary, unremarkable.

But the blade was infused with true qi.

A warrior without true energy, even if he saw the opening, could not dodge it or counter it.

The masked figure was utterly confident — he believed this single strike would sever Hearing Gai Nie's head.