Chapter 206: Sending Heads in the Middle of the Night

Countless thanks and compliments kept coming, and Yan Xu smiled back. In fact, he didn't care about the flattery because he knew it was because he paid for it.

"President Yan, do you want us to change your room?" The shopkeeper got the benefit and didn't care about the trouble he almost caused, so he asked with a bow.

"No, I'm afraid they'll find the wrong place." Yan Xu said with a sneer. It was obvious that the series of events had exhausted his patience.

The shopkeeper then remembered that this gentleman was not a coward, so he nodded and asked the waiter to deal with it quickly.

When I returned to the room, the body under the bed had been rolled up in a torn straw mat by the waiter and thrown out of the window. It was then carried away and buried by the people downstairs, but the smell of blood was still there.

Yan Xu had long been accustomed to the smell of blood. He took out two silver dollars and handed them to the bowing waiter, then closed the door and waited quietly.

There were constant sounds of ordering wine and food outside the door. It was quite lively, but it failed to stir up any ripples in Yan Xu's heart until Xiao Zuanfeng climbed in through the window along the outer wall.

In the Guo family's old house, Guo Yizhan, who was supposed to be escorting the convoy outside, was treating the injuries of his stupid son.

As a veteran in the world, Guo Yizhan never lets anyone know his true whereabouts, so this time he came back half a month early and hid in the Guo family's old house. It was also because of this that he was able to rescue his stupid son in time.

Guo Heizi looked like a lump of iron that had turned into a spirit, but Guo Yizhan was a handsome man. If he were not for his strong physique, people would believe he was a scholar. At this time, he smeared the secret medicinal wine on his hands, lit it with candlelight, and took advantage of the medicinal effect to rub the bruises all over Guo Heizi's body. He cried out in pain, but Guo Yizhan didn't care and rubbed even harder.

"It's good as long as you feel the pain. The pain means you're still alive. If it doesn't hurt, you're dead." Guo Yizhan was angry, so in order to make his stupid son remember the lesson, he did whatever it took to make him remember the pain.

Even though Guo Heizi screamed so miserably, Guo Yizhan knew that these injuries were actually not serious. After all, his stupid son was practicing Iron Shirt, and the opponent obviously showed mercy. Except for the abdomen, the other parts of his body were just minor injuries, which would heal in a few days after rubbing the blood clots away.

The only thing that gave Guo Yizhan a headache was the injury in his abdomen, because the hidden energy had penetrated the abdominal muscles and damaged his internal organs. Although it was not fatal, it was very troublesome to heal.

But he couldn't blame the other party for being too ruthless. Guo Yizhan had already inquired about what happened. He could only say that the other party had given him too many chances. He had already given enough face by not even chopping the idiot with his sword. If it were him, he would have chopped the man into several pieces long ago.

But this grudge had to be avenged. Did he really think that Guo Yizhan, the Qilin Sword Master, was a dead man and dared to instigate his son to be used as a gun? Thinking of this, he rubbed harder. Guo Heizi was in so much pain that he could hardly cry out, and his dark face turned pale.

Because the pain consumed too much of his physical energy, Guo Heizi fell into a deep sleep just after treating his injuries.

After washing the remaining medicinal wine off his hands, Guo Yizhan sat on the edge of the bed, frowning and looking at Guo Heizi's abdomen.

Guo Heizi had an unusually sturdy physique, and his abdominal muscles were no exception. The horizontally long abdominal muscles were connected to the waist muscles on both sides. They were round and looked thick, and even a knife could not penetrate them. But at this moment, there was a round purple-black mark on his abdominal muscles, and it was strangely divided into two colors, dark and light.

"What a violent Tai Chi power! What a killer king of Demon City! He is indeed extraordinary." Guo Yizhan said with emotion.

Tai Chi is notoriously difficult to learn, which results in very few people practicing it. After all, no one has the energy and patience to hone their skills.

Moreover, those who can really become famous in Tai Chi are rare, because Tai Chi has high demands on one's mentality. Just the need to calm the mind is enough to keep 99% of people out, because without a calm mind, one cannot comprehend the beauty of Tai Chi's combination of movement and stillness.

When Yang Zhenze was young, he didn't use Tai Chi much when fighting with others. He really started to learn after he was 30 years old. After ten years of hard training, he really calmed down and realized the essence of Tai Chi. So Guo Yizhan didn't expect that the Demon City Killer King, who killed many people, actually practiced Tai Chi and had already mastered it. Just this Yin-Yang Tai Chi power alone cannot be practiced without more than ten years of practice.

"He practices Tai Chi and worships Guan Gong. This man is not a vicious person, but he hates evil. It seems that Heizi can be saved." Guo Yizhan smiled with relief, but it was still uncertain whether he would succeed or not in the end, so he picked up his sword and hid a revolver close to his body.

Guo Yizhan is an old hand and he is not stubborn, so after seeing the power of guns, he decisively bought a pistol and secretly practiced shooting. He has been in danger several times over the years, but he was able to escape by relying on his fast shooting speed.

However, guns cannot be used indiscriminately, at least not for fighting with others, but seeking revenge is another matter.

Guo Yizhan had already found out who had betrayed his son, and he also knew that the other party was preparing to escape, so he couldn't wait to seek revenge as soon as it got dark.

Xiao Zuanfeng climbed in from the window and placed the roast chicken he had brought back in front of Yan Xu. Apparently, he knew that the food in the store was not safe to eat, so he got a roast chicken from outside.

"That's thoughtful." After opening the lotus leaf package to reveal the shiny and fragrant roast chicken, Yan Xu nodded first and then asked.

"Did you give money?"

Xiao Zuanfeng patted his chest and took out the silver dollar given by Yan Xu from his pocket and gestured with it.

"Okay, eat whatever you want, as long as you pay for it." The silver dollars were naturally given by Yan Xu. In his opinion, problems that can be solved with money are generally not big problems, not to mention that it is natural to pay for things.

And don’t underestimate Xiao Zuanfeng because he is a monster. If he eats without paying, the consequences will be more serious than for a human. This debt is not easy to repay.

Yan Xu tore off a chicken leg and gave it to Xiao Zuanfeng, a chicken wing to Zhiniang, and the rest were his.

Half a chicken is better than nothing for Yan Xu's appetite, but it is also good for killing time. However, he didn't expect that someone would come to visit him in the middle of the night with a human head in his hand. It seems that this chicken can only be sold at a lower price.

Guo Yizhan climbed in through the window, first put the head aside, and then carefully put down the suitcase tucked under his arm.

When he saw the severed finger of one of the targets, he knew there was something wrong with the box, but out of sincerity he still took the risk and brought the box.

"This man is called Chuan Tian Hou. He is an amazing warrior who can fly over eaves and walls. If his finger hadn't been broken, it would have been a long time to capture him. In addition, there was the centipede that died on the sole of the shoe in the inn. One of them poisoned and the other stole. I don't know how many heroes have fallen into their hands. They deserve to be killed." Facing Yan Xu, Guo Yizhan said righteously.

Yan Xu nodded. Although he didn't know who the other person was, he didn't look like he was looking for death, so he stretched out his hand and said.

"Please take a seat."

Guo Yizhan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, for he was afraid that the other party would start fighting without saying anything. Even though he had confidence in himself, he did not dare to guarantee a win against the killer king who had made a great name for himself in the Magic City.

Fortunately, the other party was just as the rumors said, not a bloodthirsty person, but he hated evil and could not tolerate any sand in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)