#901 - The strongest enemy so far
Wei Changtian had never seen such a strange creature.
Although the auspicious beasts of fortune generally looked bizarre, even unsettling.
This was the first time he'd seen something so "unconventional."
Simply put, it was a lump of flesh with wings.
Yes, just a lump of flesh.
Oh, and this lump of flesh had six legs.
To put it bluntly, if this thing stood in front of you, you might not even be able to tell if it was facing you or had its back to you...
But it flew pretty fast.
“...”
Watching the black shadow flash past not far away, Wei Changtian was about to move to chase after it, but his figure paused again.
He quickly brought up the system interface and spent 300 points to buy an Avoidance Charm.
Although it was a bit painful, Wei Changtian still decisively crushed the charm paper, and immediately his whole person disappeared from the spot.
Since that mysterious person was very likely the third transmigrator, he had to be cautious and first ensure that he would not be discovered.
Now that he had used the Avoidance Charm, there was naturally no such hidden danger, so Wei Changtian immediately chased after Dijiang at the fastest speed.
Just as he flashed out of the courtyard in a few breaths and followed Dijiang, who was only visible to him, into Linchuan City, Li Zimu on the other side finally slowly pushed open the door of the secret room.
“Miss Li, you...”
The smile on his face instantly froze, the yellow-robed old man guarding the door immediately saw the two corpses in the room.
He first widened his eyes in astonishment, then slowly moved to block the door, asking in a somewhat cold tone:
“Miss Li, did you kill these two people?”
“...No.”
Li Zimu shook her head with a bitter expression, naturally understanding what the yellow-robed old man was suspecting.
After all, with these two people dead, the clues about the mysterious person were cut off.
And since she was the only one in the room just now, it seemed that only she had the opportunity to kill them.
“Elder Liu, I really didn’t kill these people.”
“As for why they died, it’s not something that can be explained in a few words.”
“In short, I will truthfully explain this matter to the Young Master...”
“Of course you have to explain it to the Young Master.”
The yellow-robed old man interrupted Li Zimu's words with a sneer, taking a step closer: “But before that, I'm afraid you will have to suffer a bit.”
“I will report this matter to Young Master Wei later, and let the Young Master decide how to deal with you.”
“Miss Li, this is not too much, right.”
“...”
Looking at the yellow-robed old man who wouldn't give an inch, Li Zimu said nothing, just nodded silently, and then turned back to the secret room.
The yellow-robed old man gave the other three members of the Nine Truths Sect a look, and the three immediately entered the room and dragged out the two corpses.
“Miss Li, I hope you really didn’t kill them...”
After taking another deep look at Li Zimu, the yellow-robed old man left the last sentence and slowly closed the door.
Listening to the sound of the iron lock fastening outside the room, Li Zimu in the room sighed softly, her eyes full of worry.
She wasn't worried that Wei Changtian wouldn't believe her.
She was just worried about the strange methods used to kill the two assassins.
Whether it was poison or some other divine power, being able to kill two second-rank experts in that kind of situation was undoubtedly incredible.
And this also meant that the mysterious person's methods were far more exaggerated than she had imagined...
Faced with such a mysterious and powerful enemy, Li Zimu would naturally worry about whether Wei Changtian could handle it.
More importantly, Li Zimu always had a faint feeling.
She felt that this mysterious person's "power" seemed to be more than that, but even stronger.
Even stronger than Wei Changtian.
On the other side, a restaurant about four or five miles away from the courtyard.
It was still early in the evening, the time when the restaurant's business was booming.
The not-so-large front hall was crowded with diners, and the aroma of wine permeated the air amidst the hubbub.
The restaurant wasn't too high-end, so most of the people who came to eat were ordinary people wearing linen clothes.
However, even so, the two people sitting at a table by the window still seemed very out of place.
To be precise, the ragged old beggar among them was particularly eye-catching, as if he shouldn't be in such a place.
The diners at the nearby tables would occasionally cast a disgusted look, and some even called the waiter, wanting the restaurant to drive the old beggar out.
But although he was a beggar, he had paid for his wine, so how could the restaurant drive him away?
Therefore, faced with the diners' "complaints", the waiter could only apologize repeatedly, and then offer a few small dishes to appease the guests.
Some people were understanding and didn't pursue the matter further.
Others were quite overbearing, and when they heard that the restaurant couldn't drive the beggar away, they deliberately said sarcastic things, scolding the old beggar for ruining their appetite, in order to show the sense of superiority that they rarely had the opportunity to show on weekdays.
But no matter what they scolded, the old beggar turned a deaf ear to it, and always enjoyed his wine and dishes.
On the contrary, the young man at the same table with him had a gloomy face, as if he was already a little unable to endure these scoldings.
“Father, these people dare to humiliate you so much, why don't I shut them up now!”
“Hehe...”
Smiling, the old beggar naturally understood what the young man meant by "shut up".
He didn't respond, just drank his wine and casually asked:
“Are those two dead?”
“They’re dead.”
The young man's face immediately became serious, and he whispered, “Dijiang was a little late, they were almost about to say my name.”
“But fortunately, he arrived in time in the end.”
“Well, that’s good, hic!”
Nodding, the old beggar raised his head and drained the strong wine in his cup, belching with satisfaction.
The young man hurriedly picked up the wine pot to pour wine for him, and at the same time asked with some doubt:
“Father, why didn't we take the opportunity to kill that woman surnamed Li as well?”
“Kill her?”
The old beggar's smile deepened: “Since Wei Changtian values her so much, how could she die so easily?”
“Besides, now we are in the dark, and they are in the light. If we want to make a move, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, why rush for a while.”
“Father is right.”
The young man lightly flattered him, and then tentatively asked, “But Father, now that Wei Changtian's whereabouts are unknown, could it be that he has already found out something?”
“Hmph, he can find out...”
Suddenly, the old beggar's voice stopped abruptly, and his gaze, like a sharp arrow, suddenly looked in a certain direction.
It was a table of ordinary diners, a total of three people, who were currently toasting and drinking happily.
But just a moment before, one of them, perhaps because he had drunk too much, accidentally knocked over his wine glass with a wave of his hand.
No one would care about such a small matter, and even the person who knocked over the glass hadn't had time to look back.
But the old beggar saw it very clearly.
The wine glass slightly changed direction in the process of falling from the table to the ground, as if it had touched something invisible.
