Chapter 263 His son was a soldier who died in the Ninth Mountain (asking for monthly tickets) Two days later, in Jinguan City, it was morning. Thousands of miles away, people are wailing, demons are threatening, and it is hell on earth. But this huge city, which is known as the City of Abundance, is bustling with people and noisy. On the spring river, ships are coming and going, and in the fireworks and willow alleys, there are already singing birds, the sound of stringed instruments, and full houses with guests. It seems that, looking from the outside, nothing has changed in this city, except that there are more people and it is more lively. There are many more people wearing bright and colorful clothes and unfamiliar faces on the streets. When there are too many people, chaos will arise, order will get out of control, and many weeds will grow from dark corners. In the north city, in a restaurant called Zuixianju, sitting by the window on the second floor, a slightly plump man with a grim face, bruises on his face and a gloomy expression was drinking alone. At this time, several people went upstairs, saw this figure, and walked forward. "Old Tang". "Why did you start drinking alone?"
"Huh? What happened to you? What happened to your face?" Several familiar brokers saw the embarrassed man with injuries on his face and he no longer had the same spirit as before. The embarrassed man raised his head with an unwilling look in his eyes, "I came here today to ask you for some information. You are all very informative." Several acquaintances saw him like this. They thought something must have happened to a man who was usually so energetic. They were all brokers, and they were well-informed in various industries in the city. "Tell me, what happened?" "I want to ask who is the background of the Qingsha Gang that emerged in North City?" The embarrassed-faced man said this with a gloomy look on his face. "Qingsha Gang? Is this another newly emerged gang?" "Old Tang, did you have a conflict with this group of people?" The embarrassed man gritted his teeth and said, "I run a business that makes money through peace, so why would I take the initiative to cause trouble? These people took over my pawnbroker business in the north city. A shopkeeper who had been with me, Tang, for a long time was not convinced and was beaten to death by them. His assistant was also detained. I got the news and asked the owner of Tianquan Martial Arts School to be a middleman. I went to their base and found out that the leader of the Qingsha Gang was a stranger who had a Tianguan cultivation level. I have never seen this person before." Afterwards, this person didn’t say anything, but he had a grim expression, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot. Upon hearing this, the other people's eyelids jumped. Old Tang was considered a respectable person in Jinguan City, but he was treated so badly. Killing people blatantly, a master of Tianguan Several people were silent and shook their heads, "It looks like a dragon crossing the river." Then they talked about their respective news and speculations. "With the defeat of the Fashan Army, more and more people have come to Jinguan City, and the housing supply in the city has become increasingly tight, with prices soaring. Last time, you said that many mysterious people came to your brokerage firm, and they were suspected to be from the Central Plains. They seemed to be here for some reason. Maybe these people are targeting your connections." "It's getting more and more chaotic recently. In the West City where I live, there is also a former Cao Gang. Originally, they were just some small-time guys, but recently their gang leader has been replaced by a stranger. His strength is unknown, but he has strong financial resources. He has been recruiting people and causing trouble. In other places, several vicious incidents have also occurred." "This is nothing. Yesterday, in Shanliu Lane in Nancheng, a busy vendor carrying a load accidentally bumped into a nobleman's sedan chair. The nobleman's entourage chopped off his head with a sword in the street! How pitiful! I heard that the constables from the yamen came but it was useless and even alarmed the garrison. But guess what, the person in the sedan chair openly resisted arrest, injured someone and left." One person sighed, looking a little wretched. "What is the Daofusi doing? Is the situation out of control?" "So many soldiers died on the front line. What do you think? I heard that Commander Pei, who was originally stationed in this city, took his men to the front line. Now there is almost no one in the city." "Ah, it's going to be a mess, a lot of people are going to show their fangs. Old Tang, I will ask for you, but as your brother, I still advise you not to provoke these people. If things go wrong, these people are just knives taken out by some big shots, specializing in doing dirty work. If they are remembered, people like you and me, to put it bluntly, are just errand boys who make a living. No one cares if we live or die." In fact, each of them has the cultivation of Ti Xuan, and they have a small fortune in the city, but under the current situation, they live very cautiously, for fear of encountering a dragon crossing the river, from the Central Plains, or from other places in Shu, and suffering a disaster. The embarrassed man's eyes flickered with unwillingness. Finally, he suddenly grabbed the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and was about to put the glass down when he suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry coming from outside.
Then, in an alley across the main street from the restaurant, there was a loud bang, and the wall of one of the houses collapsed, raising a cloud of dust. The noise soon alarmed the people nearby. People all looked in surprise, including the brokers in the restaurant. Several people looked over following the noise, and could clearly see that a door leading to a courtyard a hundred meters away had collapsed along with the wall. After the collapse, the view became a little wider, and in the dust, there were more than a dozen burly figures. The embarrassed man who had just been drinking alone looked out the window and saw those figures in uniform. His eyes darkened instantly and the sound almost came out from between his teeth. "It's the Qingsha Gang!" I saw a dozen or so figures wearing green tights and black belts on their hands, stepping on the collapsed wall bricks and entering aggressively. After the wall collapsed, a white curtain was revealed, and there was a main house inside with a lacquered wooden coffin placed in the hall. I saw an old woman with a sad face and gray hair, crying loudly. She fell backwards to the ground, then quickly got up and rubbed her hands while crying towards the Qingsha Gang members who came in. "Please don't tear it down." "If it's demolished, my son won't be able to find his way home." "Please!" However, the leaders of the Qingsha Gang had a rat-like face, a pair of triangular eyes slightly narrowed, flashing a sinister light, and sparse eyebrows growing in a messy manner, as if two tattered brooms were across his forehead. One of them grabbed the gray-haired old woman by the collar and lifted her up. With a vicious look in his eyes, he took out a land deed and said, "Old thing, houses are so valuable nowadays. You have made this place dirty. What is it worth?" As he said that, he threw the old woman aside and shouted to the people behind him, "Tear down this house, flatten it directly. And that coffin, it's really unlucky, it's been here for a few days." As soon as these words were spoken, the Qingsha gang members immediately grinned grimly, rushed over with sledgehammers in their hands, surrounded the wall of the main house, swung the hammers and smashed it down hard. Suddenly, the wall rumbled and collapsed, and holes appeared in it. The dust, bricks and tiles above were shaken off. "No, my poor child!" The gray-haired old woman watched this scene with a broken heart. She rushed in, threw herself on the coffin, holding it tightly with both hands. Next to the coffin, there was a young woman holding a child of five or six years old. She was wearing a white silk scarf and kneeling beside the coffin. Her tears had dried up, and she just held tightly to the child who had fallen asleep from crying himself to exhaustion. A piece of tile fell and hit the young woman's head, and it instantly turned bright red. However, the woman did not scream. She just closed her eyes and put her face against the coffin, as if she was trying hard to recall something. At this time, the leader of the Qingsha Gang came up and kicked the coffin viciously. The black lacquered coffin on the footstool tilted from above, and the lid tilted and slid down, revealing the scene inside the coffin. There was no body inside. Just a thin piece of armor and a knife! "Damn it, there's even a whole cenotaph." The man cursed angrily.
At this moment, someone outside saw this scene and finally couldn't help but speak angrily. "His son was a soldier of the Ninth Mountain. He died in the battle with the demons. They were trying to protect Shu. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the gods for doing this?" Such commotion attracted a large crowd of people outside. The neighbor of this family, an elderly man, said angrily in a trembling voice. (End of this chapter)