Nine Netherworlds.

Wuji Building.

Li Wuji sat at the table, with a warm jug of wine on the table, and a mink coat draped over his body, listening to the noise coming in from outside the open doors and windows.

Since Ningxiang Pavilion was renamed Wuji Building, he asked Ji Wushuang to use modern business methods to operate here, and added baths and pedicures, and asked Ji Wushuang to find a group of ingenious people and teach them the skills of acupoint massage.

It even taught these people the art of the modern boudoir, what kind of fun games such as ice and fire.

After that, Wuji Tower caught fire overnight, and business was so good that even many wealthy businessmen and magnates outside the Nine Nether Realm came here and spent their money.

For a time, Wuji Tower became the most popular entertainment venue in the entire capital.

And it is rumored that in addition to making people drunk and dreaming of death, there is also a Wuji son with extraordinary piano skills living in it, as long as you pluck the strings, you can make people lose their minds and linger, just like a piano fairy descending to earth!

But Li Wuji only gently stirred the strings once that day, sixteen times, no more, no less, and since that day, he has not touched the guqin again.

It was a bit unexpected, but it was exactly what he wanted.

He was in the next big game, and until the last moment, the outcome was unpredictable.

The noise outside did not disturb Li Wuji, who was sitting at the table, but made his heart gradually become calmer and calmer.

It's just that I have always felt cold on my body recently, and I have to cover two quilts when I sleep at night, maybe it is the sequelae left by ten years of penance in Heavenly Hell.

In the corridor on the other side, Ji Wushuang stood at the railing with a contented face, looking at the endless stream of guests in the building, and his heart was happier than anyone else.

She didn't expect that today's business would become so good, and the daily turnover almost caught up with her income in the past year.

And all this credit comes from Li Wuji, so now whenever she sees Li Wuji, she can't hide the love in her eyes.

Inadvertently, Ji Wushuang turned her head to look at Li Wuji in the opposite room again, the heat in her eyes made her cheeks hot, and a picture of shame appeared in her mind, snow-white and snow-white.

At this moment, Dillon appeared at the door of the hall on the first floor, and after passing through the crowd, he quickly climbed the stairs and entered the room of Liwuji.

"Childe, there is a situation."

Dillon came to Liwuji's side and bowed.

"Say."

Li Wuji glanced at it, answered casually, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ji Wushuang's nymphomaniac appearance not far away.

"In recent days, many people in the capital have been suddenly killed inexplicably, including restaurant shopkeepers, cloth shop owners, ironworkers, artists, and even ministers of the DPRK and China."

"Although these people come from different identities, they all have one thing in common, that is, they are in a terrible death, and all of them have their heads missing."

"The Duying Guard and the Five Elements Division have been dispatched, but there is no trace of it."

Dillon frowned, his words full of doubt.

Hearing Dillon's words, Li Wuji couldn't help but squint his eyes and fell into deep thought.

"Although I don't know if the other party is friend or foe, but after they made such a fuss, it caused a lot of sensation, which made the people of the capital panic, and the Du Yingwei and the Five Elements Division also relaxed a lot of pursuit of us."

Dillon paused and continued.

"You think about this matter simply, there must be a demon when things go wrong!"

"If my guess is correct, it's likely that all of these people who were killed knew more or less about the fifteen-year-old incident."

Li Wuji snorted lightly, poured a glass of wine, and said thoughtfully as he drank it.

"Silence?!"

When Dillon heard this, he immediately understood.

"That's right, as soon as Qian Jiang and Qin Song died, they must have noticed something, so they want to get rid of all the people who knew about that incident back then, and they don't want to be found by me."

"It can be seen that there must be something strange about what happened back then!"

Li Wuji squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"So what do we do next?"

Dillon asked with a solemn face.

"It seems that this line has been broken, tell Tianshu, give up this line, and find a way to find out what Qingmen and Xuanmen are."

Li Wuji waved his hand and said slowly.

Ever since he heard about Qingmen and Xuanmen from Qin Song's mouth that day, Li Wuji has been thinking about what they represent.

"Yes."

Dillon nodded and replied respectfully.

"How is Meng Chenru's whereabouts investigated?"

Leave Wuji to ask.

"There are still no clues, this person did disappear fifteen years ago, and his fate is unknown."

Dillon sighed, a little helpless.

"Pursue him with all your might, and make sure to find him."

Li Wuji frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Dillon said yes and turned to leave.

Li Wuji frowned slightly, poured himself another glass of wine, and drank it with his head up.

The warm old wine slid down his throat, driving away the cold and making him a lot warmer.

He was thinking that the so-called Qingmen and Xuanmen were very likely to be related to the prince Lichang back then, maybe it was the prince's party.

If that is really the case, it shows that Lichang did secretly form a party back then, and its power should not be underestimated.

What the empress is afraid of is probably not only him, the isolated eldest grandson of the emperor, but what she is really afraid of may be that she is worried that the remnants of Lichang will find him and reunite into a new force.

A group of chaotic parties, an isolated and helpless emperor's eldest grandson, is not to be feared, but if the two are united, the consequences are unknown.

...

It's late at night.

The business of Wujilou has finally come to an end, turning from noisy to calm.

Li Wuji sat at the table, wiping the guqin, and inadvertently recalled many images from the past ten years in his mind.

The old man sounded again, and his mood is difficult to describe in one sentence.

He wasn't sure whether he hated the old man more or was more grateful for the old man's feelings now.

Right and wrong, it's hard to tell now.

"Childe?"

At this moment, Ji Wushuang's voice came from the door.

"Is there something wrong?"

Li Wuji paused and asked casually.

"There are some things I want to say to Childe, I wonder if Childe is convenient?"

Ji Wushuang asked tentatively.

"Come in."

Li Wuji hesitated for a moment and said lightly.

But after saying this, he regretted it, because Ji Wushuang, who pushed the door in, was only wearing a thin light veil, his pink belly pocket and white long legs were clearly visible, and he was still holding a pot of wine in his hand.

"Childe, the business of Wuji Building is too good now, it seems that Wushuang's previous choice couldn't be more correct."

"If there is no childe, we don't even have a place to stay now, thank you childe, no matter what, Wushuang has to pay tribute to the childe!"

Ji Wushuang said as he walked straight to the table, poured a full glass, and looked at Li Wuji directly.

It was clear that she had drunk quite a bit before she came.

"If you get your heart, you don't need to drink."

Li Wuji smiled and waved his hand in refusal.

He knew that Ji Wushuang came in the middle of the night because the drunkard didn't mean to drink.

"I forgot that my son was unwell, so I drank it for my son."

Ji Wushuang paused, and directly raised his head and drank a full glass of wine, as if he was afraid that Li Wuji would stop him.

"It's getting late, the girl should go back early to rest."

Li Wuji barely squeezed out a smile and gave the order to evict the guest.

But Ji Wushuang didn't leave, but tried his best to make up words, kept thanking Li Wuji, and drank one cup after another.

Between gestures, it seems that he is deliberately scratching his head and making a gesture, looking at Li Wuji affectionately.

"Girl, that's enough."

Seeing that Ji Wushuang was about to finish a pot of wine alone, Li Wuji directly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"It's Wushuang who is abrupt and disturbs the son's rest, so Wushuang will retire."

Ji Wushuang pursed his lips in disappointment, and as he spoke, he bowed, and prepared to leave aggrieved.

But just as she turned around, she stumbled under her feet, snorted, and fell directly in the direction of Li Wuji! When he fell, he didn't forget to open his arms and puff up his chest!

Seeing this scene, Li Wuji supported the edge of the table with one hand, pointed to the ground on his toes, and turned directly to the other side with the chair.

Ji Wushuang, whose body was unbalanced, screamed and fell directly to the ground!

"Girl, you're drunk!"

"Dillon, send the peerless girl back to the room!"

Hearing Ji Wushuang fall heavily on the ground, Li Wuji subconsciously twitched the skin on his face and said slowly.

As he spoke, Dillon appeared quickly in the doorway.

"Excuse me!"

But before Dillon stepped forward to help, Ji Wushuang had already hurriedly got up from the ground, his face was flushed, and he turned around and ran out without looking back, blood had oozed from his nostrils, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Dillon, who didn't know why, waved his hand helplessly when he saw Li Wuji, slowly closed the door, and turned to leave.

Li Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wine jug brought by Ji Wushuang and poured a glass for himself, raised his head and drank it, suppressing his shock.

It's not that he can't sit still, it's really that Ji Wushuang is not his favorite dish, and it has nothing to do with his background.

Judging from the way he changed the operation of Wuji Building, it can be known that he was also a person who "read countless people" in his previous life.

But at this moment, Li Wuji was suddenly stunned, and then his eyes widened and he looked at the wine jug on the table, his expression stiffened, and a warm current slowly rose from under the dantian!

Tiger bone wine...