"Doom Dagger, ninety-nine masters in total."

Wen Yi reads the introduction of the Doom Dagger word by word.

"The first master is a certain dynasty Tanhualang, after entering Beijing to catch the exam, he was caught by the list and became the noble son-in-law of the minister of the third rank of the dynasty, and after the marriage, the minister's daughter knew that he had a marriage contract, and he became a concubine, and he killed himself on the same day."

"On the second day, Tanhualang killed himself in front of everyone's eyes, and blood was splashed on the spot!"

"The second master is a rich businessman who abandoned his wife and children......."

“......”

"The last owner of the Doom Dagger was the first person in the Dao of Love, Jingyun Dao, three hundred years ago, who killed himself because of too much love debt."

The owners of the Doom Dagger all killed themselves, old and young, men and women.

Remember: the holder, delusional birth, doom!

The doom dagger on the table, three feet away, could hear the miserable and desperate cry inside.

Next to the dagger is a sheepskin glove, which is no different from a normal weapon, as long as there is no delusion in the heart.

"Why did Old Master Gu give me the Doom Dagger, do you think I'm too lucky?"

Wen Yi wore sheepskin gloves with dark and intricate lines on them, and those lines seemed to be outlined by blood, and she could feel the cold blood flowing.

She counts what she can use.

There are puppet talismans, three golden pills with different attributes, a dagger of bad luck and two fragments of Shen Yu's Qianyuan sword.

"Shen Yu." Wen Yi looked at his shadow, and suddenly had a different feeling, "I'm going to make money." ”

The shadows didn't move, and neither did the debris in the storage bag.

According to the information provided by the government, the prisoner on the list is called Zhu Xiangrong, and with the good luck brought by the lucky ancient money, he was just promoted to the early stage of the Jindan realm a year ago.

This person is lustful, likes to look for flowers and willows, and is very greedy.

Recently, he lingered in a small flower building in Yunshui City, this person has a cunning personality, sinister and suspicious, and the monks of the government have failed to pursue him several times.

Wen Yi once asked the people in the official mansion why they didn't ask the Yunshui Sword Sect and other sects for help.

The government's response was: "If this person commits a crime in the world, he should be governed by the world and sentenced by the people." ”

The original owner's memory did include many places where monks and mortals mixed together, and each place had its own rules.

Although the Yunshui Sword Sect is the largest sect in Yunshui City, it does not easily meddle in the affairs of the mortal world.

Unless the government asks for help, or if you do good deeds, you also need to inform the government first.

After all, it is the government that is closely related to the lives of the people, not the sect.

Yunshui City naturally has the official masters of the Yuan Infant Realm in charge.

The powerful man was willing to spend money to cooperate with the monks in such a matter as being in retreat for five years and arresting criminals.

The elixirs, charms, magic weapons, etc., which the monks need, are inseparable from the spirit stones.

One has money, the other has ability.

Spending money to buy a thug can also avoid deaths and injuries of people in the government, so why not.

"It seems that the government of Yunshui City is guarding against the monks here." Wen Yi took out her mask, and she muttered, "Do you like women?" ”

In terms of beauty, Wen Yi is very confident that she is the best-looking in Yunshui City!

......

Fengming Yuan is an inconspicuous existence among the dozens of Goolan brothels in Yunshui City, the Oiran is old and decrepit, and the girls are tired of serving customers and slacking off.

From the inside out, from top to bottom, there is an unremarkable smell here.

Fengmingyuan, which has been wilting for half a year, announced that there will be a new Oiran tonight.

Zhu Xiangrong sat in the private room with his body tilted, his clothes were open, revealing his chest stained with wine, and the red mole on his left eyebrow emitted a cold light with the disdainful stirring of his eyebrows, "What an oiran, it's mediocre." ”

The new Oiran danced on the flower platform, and although it was blocked by a light veil, how could a mortal's veil cover the eyes of a Jindan realm monk?

"Slim waist and hips, slender arms and long legs, well-proportioned flesh and bones." Zhu Xiangrong drank himself, "The face is not good, but the figure is very romantic." ”

On the first night of the Oiran, he naturally wouldn't give it to those ordinary people.

"Beautiful!"

"This Oiran looks much better than the last one."

"I'm afraid that such a beauty can't be compared to those fairies in the immortal cultivation world."

“......”

Many guests at the stage praised the beauty of the Oiran, and one of the young and handsome men stood out.

"How can vulgar fans be compared to those fairies?" A sneer appeared on Zhu Xiangrong's feminine face, and he summoned the old bustard to buy the first night of the Oiran lady, and was preparing to enjoy the beauty alone.

Suddenly.

The handsome man among the prostitutes attracted Zhu Xiangrong's attention.

The handsome man had a dagger pinned to his waist.

"The treasure of the fairy family." Zhu Xiangrong's eyes narrowed dangerously, he released his spiritual power to probe the man, and immediately chuckled, "It seems that he is another fool who treats pearls as fish." ”

The dagger looked quite extraordinary, Zhu Xiangrong stood up slowly, walked barefoot slowly and methodically to the bustling prostitutes, and took off the dagger on the man's waist in a grand manner.

Zhu Xiangrong didn't hide the whole behavior, but no one found out.

"There's something odd about this dagger." Zhu Xiangrong held the dagger and had a bad premonition in his heart.

He used his spiritual power to probe the dagger, but found nothing unusual.

"Maybe I'm too careful."

Thinking like this, Zhu Xiangrong put the dagger into the storage bag, he stroked his long hair, took a bottle of wine from the small second-hand person passing by, and staggered upstairs.

"Xiao Er, I asked you to take the wine, what did you take! What about wine? ”

There was shouting and swearing from downstairs.

Xiao Er was blinded, he clearly remembered that he took it, but the tray was empty.

"Where's the bustard?"

Dressed in official uniforms, the catcher rushed in with a team of people, the leader was a Jindan realm cultivator, and the rest were ordinary people.

The man of the government held a portrait of a mad woman.

"Let all the girls in your courtyard come out." The leader was serious and cold: "The government is investigating fugitives." ”

Seeing this scene, Zhu Xiangrong's eyes burst out with cold killing intent.

The old bustard walked up and down Zhu Xiangrong's side several times but didn't find him, so he left a note for him to enjoy the beauty again tomorrow.

Dozens of young and beautiful prostitutes and their clients squatted on either side of the flower hall to be interrogated.

Zhu Xiangrong glanced at the bronze coin hanging around his neck, put on his coat and hat and left in front of the Jindan Realm master, his movement was not small, but no one noticed it, as if there was no such person at all.

This kind of routine check, Zhu Xiangrong has become accustomed to it.

In Yunshui City, even if the Yuanying Realm powerhouse in charge, the old head of the Yunshui Sword Sect, and Liu Xinci of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion were present, if he didn't pay attention, it would be difficult to detect his existence.

Zhu Xiangrong, whose plans were disrupted, was very irritable, he walked out of the Qinglou, yawned uncomfortably and walked home.

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped and said sharply:

"Who's hiding here, come out!"