Chapter 40 The Fallen Horse's Evil Debt (3)

  Qian Zhanggui rushed to the front of the pigeon, stretched out his hand and caught the pigeon, took a note from the pigeon's foot, and put the pigeon into an iron cage. Qian Zhanggui carefully unfolded the note, just as Jia Chunzi came rushing over again, stuttering and shouting: "I said it was a pigeon!"

  Qian Zhanggui slapped a palm on Jia Chunzi's head and scolded: "Keep your voice down! If you shout again, I won't let you eat!"

  Jia Chunzi hastily closed her mouth and said softly, "Oh, I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet. Qian Dage, I've been waiting for a year and finally saw the pigeon. What's this bird for?"

  Qian Zhanggui didn't say a word, unfolding the note and reading it carefully. Jia Chunzi leaned in beside him, he couldn't read, so he could only stare blankly and shout softly: "What's written? What's written?"

  Qian Zhanggui's eyes narrowed, and with a swift motion, he pinched the note into his hand. The expression on his face was no longer that of a shopkeeper, but rather sharp and piercing. Qian Zhanggui said in a low voice, "Zhang Siye, you've finally remembered me!"

  Jia Chunzi whispered beside him: "Zhang Siye, who is Zhang Siye?"

  Qian Zhanggui turned around and smiled at Jia Chunzi, his expression strange, saying: "Jia Chunzi, let's go do something interesting."

  Jia Chunzi's face lit up with a smile as soon as he heard it, and he quickly followed Qian Zhanggui out of the room.

  Money Boss had just left, and from the eaves of the house next door, a person slipped down, it was Shuiyao. Shuiyao hooked his feet on the eaves, hanging upside down in mid-air, with both hands on his waist, puzzled: "What's going on? This shop owner has a problem! Could it be that the monkey guessed right, this is a black shop? Not good! The one who opened this shop must be Zhang Si's subordinate!"

  Shuiyao'er flipped over and jumped down from the beam, landing silently on the ground. She stuck to the outside of the courtyard and ran towards the house where Huoxiao Xie and Yan Jing Tian were resting, planning to discuss with them.

  The water demon went around to the front of the house, looked left and right, opened the door and slipped inside. The water demon called out in a low voice: "Yan big brother..." The water demon immediately felt that Yan Jing Tian and others were not in the room, did not shout again, took a look inside, only to see Huo Xiao Xie tied to the table, leaning against the edge of the bed fast asleep.

  The water demon jumped in front of Huo Xiao Xie, pinched his face hard and shook his head left and right. Huo Xiao Xie had drunk wine and didn't know the pain, he just woke up, his eyes still closed, and mumbled: "Don't move, don't move, sleep for a while."

  Shuiyao'er pulled open Huo Xiaoxie's eyelids and scolded, "You stinky monkey! Where are Yan Dage and the others?"

  He said with a silly expression: "I don't know either, I fell asleep."

  The water demon herself drilled out to the outside, first bumping into Wàn Gǒu Zǐ's ghostly search. The water demon relied on her skills, letting Wàn Gǒu Zǐ step on a rake and knocking herself down. The water demon also took the opportunity to add a heavy blow, knocking Wàn Gǒu Zǐ unconscious. Then she came down and searched Wàn Gǒu Zǐ's body, taking out an envelope from his pocket with a strange seal that was tightly closed, and stole it away.

  The water demon was just about to open the envelope when she saw someone coming out of the main hall, and quickly hid. She saw them find Wan Gouzi, shouting and scolding him as they dragged him back. The water demon followed them, hiding in a corner on one side of the main hall, listening to Zheng Dakuan's nonsense, feeling bored, when she saw Jia Chunzi running wildly around the kitchen area like a madman. The water demon was very curious, quickly following after him, and witnessed the strange scene between Jia Chunzi and Qian Zhanggui.

  While Shui Yao'er was following Qian Zhanggui, Yan Jingtian and the others were still sitting in the house. Yan Shouzheng had been scolding non-stop since he came into the house, and finally, even Yan Jingtian felt a bit embarrassed. Just then, they saw Zhao Yanguan leading people to search again from the window, and they could no longer hold back. They tied Huo Xiaoxie with a cow-yellow rope to the table, and the four of them walked out of the house, colliding with Zhao Yanguan and the others in the middle of the backyard. Shui Yao'er was hiding in the corner at this time, concentrating on observing Qian Zhanggui's movements. Due to the great distance and the obstruction of the house, she did not notice that Yan Jingtian and the others had already left the door.

  Zhao Yanguo and Yan Jingtian met, and upon seeing that the other party consisted of four burly men who didn't look easy to mess with. Zhao Yanguo was cunning and didn't immediately clash with Yan Jingtian, instead asking with a smile: "Hey! Four brothers! Nice to meet you! Are you guys staying at the inn?"

  Upon seeing Zhao and his men, he knew they weren't good people. He smiled and said: "Gentlemen, nice to meet you! The mountain is high and the road is far, let's take a break here."

  Yan Shengke didn't mince words, glaring and cursing: "You few sneaky ghosts, looking to die? Scram! A good dog doesn't block the way!"

  Zhao Yan's temples bulged with rage, but he managed to hold back. However, the others who came up couldn't bear it. These people were used to being lawless and unrestrained every day, and when someone pointed at their nose and scolded them, they couldn't take it. Their eyes widened instantly, and without saying a word, they rolled up their sleeves and charged forward. As the saying goes, those who really want to fight don't waste time talking nonsense. In the Jianghu world, where people are truly seasoned, they often start fighting as soon as they disagree, and only talk after losing.

  A bunch of street rascals and hoodlums, who are lazy and cowardly, only know how to shout and curse, scolding their ancestors for 18 generations before shouting "come on" and then engaging in a chaotic fight with fists flying everywhere, ending up with bruised faces and no clear winner. Or they rely on their numbers and charge forward with weapons, causing chaos and getting beaten to death, only to blame their own bad luck if they get stabbed by some reckless thug wielding a knife. The so-called "jianghu" of the modern 21st century is nothing like its former heroic and pure self, but rather a bunch of scheming petty people who are always stirring up trouble in various ways.

  Zhao Yanguo, after all, was Zheng Dachuan's dog-headed strategist. Seeing Yan Shouzhen come up and immediately release harsh words, it was clear that he just wanted to fight. He left a heart's eye, stretched out his hand to block the person behind him, and said with a stern face: "Oh! Several brothers listen to the accent are Longxi people? Are you going to the main hall for tea? We invited, make friends how?"

  Yan Jing Tian knew that Yan Shou was intentionally picking a fight, and he didn't want to stop him either. They ran wildly without stopping, and Yan Jing Tian had been suppressing his anger all along. Yan Jing Tian saw that the group of runners were sneaking around, trying to bully them, and if they were really weaklings, it wouldn't be surprising if they were robbed and murdered by these people. Yan Jing Tian was extremely displeased in his heart, thinking: "Can we still let these jumping clowns look down on us? Let's show you the ferocity of the Huo family!"

  Yan Jing Tian thought for a moment and felt a bit more at ease, saying: "Alright! Let's go to the main hall and sit down!"

  Zhao Yanguang made a beckoning gesture with his hand, and people on both sides glared at each other as they quickly walked back to the main hall.

  Zheng Daquan was drinking tea, with his legs still raised, humming a tune. This tune was a segment of the "Eighteen Touches" from the old society's two-person opera: "Stretch out your hand to touch sister's face, the dark clouds have flown away for half a day; stretch out your hand to touch sister's forehead, the heavenly court is full and overflowing with charm".

  The eighteen songs of the brothel have different versions in different places, and are considered extremely obscene. Although they seem ordinary to modern people, at that time they were already challenging moral bottom lines and could not be performed on a refined stage!