The three Qi cultivation period cultivators who were blocked outside the door were just some workers who took money to do things, and they would not really fight for their lives.

When the three of them heard what Su Xing said, they knew that the other party had no intention of continuing to do it, so they nodded together, indicating that they remembered Su Xing's words.

But Su Xing was still a little uneasy.

After thinking for a few seconds, he added, "I've already written down the appearance of the three of you.... If I'm wanted tomorrow, what will happen to you, I don't need to say more, right? ”

After letting go of the cruel words, Su Xing picked up the storage bag and short sword of the detonator again, and then turned into a translucent state and disappeared into the wall.

Outside.

Seeing Su Xing coming out directly through the wall, the three Qi cultivation period cultivators were directly stunned in place.

After a long time, a monk said, "That man.... Did you go straight through the wall? ”

"Probably so."

The other monk looked around and said nervously, "What are we going to do now?" ”

may be worried that Su Xing has not gone far.

The third monk proposed, "Why don't we just do what the man said and report directly to the City Lord's Mansion?" ”

"I think so."

"I'm for it too!"

…

Evening.

Moro Sky City East, on the street.

The work efficiency of the City Lord's Mansion is very fast.

In just an hour or so, the news of the death of the detonator came out of the elixir garden.

Even wanted notices have been posted on the streets.

The figure on the wanted notice was a portrait of a monk with a beard and a height of eight feet, which was almost exactly the same as Su Xing's description.

The three monks, as he instructed, reported to the city lord's mansion.

This also made Su Xing secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

He returned to the street where the old man was and found the other party again: "I have decided, I want to find a place to live in the city." ”

"Looking for a place to live?"

The old man was shocked when he heard this.

He glanced at the wanted notice that had just been posted not long ago, and asked in a low voice, "Shangxian, the person who killed the detonator can't be you, right?" ”

"How is this possible?" Su walked to the bottom of the wanted warrant and asked calmly, "Do you see the person in this painting like me?" ”

"Not at all!" The old man's answer was categorical.

"It's good if it's not like."

Su Xing was even more relieved.

He took out a few spirit coins from the storage bag and urged the old man: "It's getting dark this day, take me to find a place to live." ”

The old man really knows the situation in the eastern part of the city very well.

In just a few moments, he helped Su Xing find an idle house.

According to the old man, almost half of the houses in this entire street are idle, and they all belong to the same wealthy family.

I don't know where this rich man made his windfall.

When he came out of the house to meet Su Xing, he was riding in a sedan chair carried by four mortal oxen and horses.

Behind the sedan chair, there were also two scantily clad mortal girls.

In the houseyard.

When the rich man saw the old man, he raised his head like an upstart man's face: "The monk behind you wants to rent a house?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

After the 'old man' answered, he said carefully to the rich man: "The one behind me is an immortal master with a fifth layer of qi training, and he wants to rent a fairly spacious house with you." ”

"Heh, what's wrong with the fifth layer of Qi training?"

Hearing what the old man said, the rich man showed disdain.

He seemed to be facing the 'old man', and even more like to Su Xingdao: "My brother has already built the foundation for mid-term strength, isn't he still a little person in this Moluo Tian?" ”

"Not small, not small."

The old man flattered: "Your brother's name, who in our eastern district doesn't know?" ”

Listening to the conversation between the rich man and the old man, Su Xing finally understood a rough idea:

As a mortal, this rich man was able to sit on an entire street in Morotian, where every inch of land was expensive, and the reason why he was not plotted by others was because he had a backer behind him.

Moreover, it still has a backer for the mid-stage cultivation of the foundation.

Such a person, Su Xing would not dare to provoke.

He said respectfully: "Dare to ask Your Excellency, how much does the rent of your house generally have to pay every month?" ”

"It's not a lot of rent."

Seeing Su Xing's humble posture, the rich man also greeted him with a smile: "Seeing that you are a monk, then I will make a good fate and receive you ten spirit stones every month." ”

Ten spirit stones per month.

This rent sounds scary, but it's actually not that high.

In Morotian, because the price of land is too expensive, even if it is a Qi cultivation period monk, it is very rare for them to rent an entire house alone.

Most of the Qi cultivators were two-person or even three-person tenants.

In the middle- and high-income groups, most of them are 10 or even 20 people crammed into a room, struggling to survive every day.

As for low-level mortals like 'old man', they can only sleep directly on the street....

Others act as cattle and horses for wealthy families in the city, doing some hard work such as running errands and carrying sedan chairs.

In the houseyard.

Su Xing took out ten spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to the rich man: "I have a question that I don't understand. ”

"What's the problem?" The rich man asked.

Su Xing was puzzled: "On the streets of the eastern district of this city, there are almost everywhere mortals who have no place to live.... Since you have so many empty houses in your hands, why not rent them to those mortals? ”

"Huh, rent it to them?" The rich man said disdainfully: "I want to rent it too, the key is that they have the money to live in?" ”

"Mortals don't have money, so wouldn't it be good if you sold it at a lower price, wouldn't it be profitable to earn more and earn less?"

"No, no, no, you don't understand."

The rich man explained to Su Xing: "Once the price of my house is reduced, the other houses in the city will also be reduced.... In this way, it will affect the interests of other wealthy people. ”

Hearing this explanation, Su Xing frowned, and seemed to remember something unpleasant: "I really understand your explanation just now..."

As he spoke, Su Xing patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a short sword from it: "Alas, when I heard you say this, I suddenly realized. ”

Seeing Su Xing take out the short sword, the rich man subconsciously waved his hand, trying to make the cattle and horses carrying the sedan chair all retreat a little back.

But for some reason, the four cows and horses were unmoved.

The rich man was a little anxious.

He spoke out to test Su Xing's attitude: "Dare to ask the Immortal Master, what did you realize just now?" ”

Su Xing flicked the tip of the sword with his fingers and listened carefully to the humming sound coming from the blade.

He said lightly: "I just realized.... If I'm so strong, why should I follow the rules everywhere? ”

"Huh? What do you mean? ”

The rich man suddenly felt that something was getting more and more wrong, and he waved his hand again, signaling the cattle and horses to distance themselves from Su Xing.

But the four remained unmoved.

The rich man turned his head to look at the 'old man' again.

The latter lowered his head, looked at his nose and his nose, and looked at his heart, as if he was thinking about something very important.

The rich man was scared.

He stood up and tried to get off the palanquin, but he was too fat and rolled straight to the ground.

Su walked forward and stomped on the rich man's chest with his foot.

The latter panicked: "You can't kill me!" My brother is a mid-foundation monk! ”

"Don't worry, my sword is fast, you won't feel any pain at all." After Su Xing comforted him, he waved his short sword and easily cut off the head of the rich man.

The latter's head flew out of his neck, his eyes wide as he died, and a thought flashed through his mind.

This monk's sword really doesn't hurt at all....

In the houseyard.

After cutting off the head of the rich man, Su Xing withdrew his short sword and said to the old man: "Dare to ask, what do you call it?" ”

Seeing that Su Xing didn't make a move on himself, the old man instantly knelt on the ground and bowed: "The little surname is Lu and Qianduo, please ask the immortal master to surround me with my life!" ”

"I didn't intend to kill you."

Su Xing instructed: "After a while, you go to the street to help me pull some people over, and say that the houses on this street only charge three spirit stones per month." ”

"This...."

Lu Qian Duo seemed to be thinking.

Su Xing said again: "In the future, you will be responsible for renting a house, and I will give you ten spirit stones every month." ”

As soon as he heard this, Lu Qianduo no longer hesitated: "I know, I'll go to the street to pull people!" ”

"Oh, there's more."

Seeing that Lu Qian was about to leave, Su Xing added: "If you can pull the monks, remember to tell them, just say that I have life pills in my hands, and each one only needs four spirit stones." ”

"The little one is written down."

"Hmm.... Remember to keep a low profile. ”

In the houseyard.

After Lu Qianduo left, Su Xing ordered the four mortals to dispose of the corpses of the rich families in the courtyard and clean up the blood stains on the ground.

After doing all this, Su Xing went to the rich family's house again and found the keys to each house, the title deeds and other things....

And at the same time when Su Xingjiu occupied the magpie's nest and occupied the property of the rich.

Moro Sky City East District, outside the granary.

"Kill!"

Taking advantage of the nightfall, a group of ordinary mortals dressed as cows and horses, each holding knives, forks, wooden sticks and other weapons, broke in all the way from outside the granary in the eastern district of the city.

But mortals are mortals after all.

In the face of this group of cattle and horses, the monks in the foundation building period who were in charge of guarding the granary did not show the slightest fear on their faces.

He used the spiritual power in his body to gather a scorching fireball in his palm, and casually threw it into the mortal ranks.

'Boom'!

After a burst of crackling sounds, more than half of the mortals who rushed to the forefront were killed and injured in an instant.

Under the fear of death, the rest of the uninjured mortals kept retreating.

Seeing this scene, the corner of the Tsukiji monk's mouth hooked up a smile, and there was an undisguised mockery in his eyes: "What a group of cattle and horses..."

But just when the monk thought that everything was under control, a black figure, like a ghost, suddenly rushed out of the mortal ranks.

The black shadow was dressed in a black robe and armed with a dagger.

Although he is a mortal, his speed is a little ridiculously fast.

Under the black-robed sneak attack, and under the cover of the night, the Zhuji monk was stabbed in the chest before he could react for a while.

Against the background of the moonlight, it was obvious that the dagger in the black robe was flashing with bursts of green light.

This dagger is quenched with poison.

Under the poisonous attack, the Zhuji monk's eyes widened, and the whole person fell straight to the ground.

This monk could never have imagined that he would fall into the hands of a mortal in a black robe.

Moreover, the speed of this black robe is inevitably too outrageous....

Outside the granary.

Seeing that the black robe had killed the foundation building monk guarding the granary with just one blow, the mortal team suddenly erupted in cheers.

Soon, a voice rang out in the procession: "Mortal life is life!" ”

For a while, everyone responded: "Mortal life is also life!" ”

Infected by this, the black robe also took the lead in shouting: "Rich people, monks, would you rather have a kind? ”

Again, the responses continued.

"Rich people, monks, rather have a kind!"