Star Trace Gate

The fat dragon is not only extremely rich, but also very suspicious and ruthless.

Based solely on a series of his own imagination, he killed an entire family, leaving no one alive. This style of behavior was too much like a villain in a novel.

In the small room, the candlelight flickered, and the body of Hermit Huang was still warm.

Ren was also holding a bamboo basket. Although he stood there with a grim face, he did not have any more arguments with the fat dragon.

The murder has already happened. There is no point in arguing endlessly. Also, never try to change a person's values ​​and behavior style, because even his parents may not be able to do it.

A mature person will not always think about changing others, but will first improve himself.

Inside the room, the fat dragon strolled around leisurely and said calmly: "Brother, you'd better not guess about me in your heart..."

"First, I'm not trying to figure you out. I'm just thinking, since you killed the Yellow Hermit, where can we go to learn the secrets?" Ren Ye interrupted and raised the bamboo basket: "Second, I spent 6,600 yuan to buy the flower python. How do I calculate this money?"

Big Fat Dragon was a little surprised to hear this. He thought Ren would get angry and call him a beast, but he didn't expect that the other party would adjust his mood so quickly and even be in the mood to cheat money.

He paused for a moment and said with a smile: "No need to calculate, I will give you another 10,000 star sources."

"?!"

Ren was also confused when he heard this.

"I hate the smell of blood. I'll give you 10,000 star sources. You just need to collect the corpses in the yard and throw them into the cellar." The fat dragon replied generously.

No, you really treat me as your slave?!

Ren Ye was somewhat dissatisfied, and was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He gritted his teeth and said, "Give me the money first."

"brush!"

The fat dragon waved his hand, and ten thousand star sources fell to the ground.

Ren Ye instantly gathered the Star Source into his own consciousness space and asked back: "You haven't answered my question yet. Huang the Hermit is dead, how can I learn the secret method?"

"You don't need to worry about this, I'll do it." The fat dragon said calmly: "You go and collect the bodies first and restore the Huang Mansion to its original appearance. Remember, clean up every corner carefully. This Huang the Hermit is definitely connected to some force, so as to prevent outsiders from seeing the flaws. When you are done, the two of us will get the clues together."

Since this was just a preparatory action to capture Niu Xi, Big Fat Dragon would not hide the clues. After all, if one of the six gentlemen was missing, the other five would not be able to open the "copy", so Ren did not refuse and just turned and left.

The fat dragon stood alone in the room, turned his head and looked around, muttering: "Whose subordinate could this person be?"

……

After midnight.

Ren Ye placed Mr. Huang and his family neatly in the cellar. There were more than twenty people, and it was packed full.

He originally wanted to choose cremation for this family, but considering that setting a fire late at night would easily attract other people's attention, he did not act rashly.

Ren Ye stood in front of a pile of corpses, took out a handful of sandalwood he found in the ancestral hall, slowly lit it, and stuck it into the ground.

He bowed slightly and said softly, "I don't know whether you are good people or bad people, but death is the greatest thing. It's bad luck for you to have to deal with a fat dragon."

After everything was done, he returned to the small room where Master Huang made poison, and saw that the fat dragon was sitting on the chair very obediently, waiting for him.

"Has it been dealt with?"

"Yes."

"Have you really cleaned it up?" Big Fat Dragon frowned and said, "Don't leave any clues. I told you..."

Ren Ye said impatiently: "No one knows how to destroy corpses and cover up traces better than me, so stop talking nonsense."

"Haha, okay." The fat dragon nodded: "Then let's follow the clues now."

As he spoke, he stood up and raised his right hand slightly, revealing a small leather drum.

The drum was only the size of an adult's palm, but it was exquisitely crafted and had a simple shape. The edge of the drum was engraved with mysterious witch characters, which were red in color and had a golden edge, and looked very strange.

The fat dragon took the leather drum and walked to the place where Huang the Hermit died tragically. Then he recited an incantation perfunctorily and tapped the leather drum lightly with his left hand.

“Boom, boom, boom…!”

A very strange and pleasant drum sound spread out.

Ren Ye was standing at the door, and suddenly saw a gray mist rising from the fat dragon's body.

"brush!"

Immediately afterwards, an irregular red light rose from the bloodstains on the ground.

The fat dragon opened his mouth slightly, swallowed the red light in one gulp, and then closed his eyes.

The drums stopped and the room became silent.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Found it."

"Can you summon spirits?" Ren Ye asked with a little surprise.

The fat dragon shook his head and said, "This is not summoning spirits, but a kind of recollection technique to ask the spirits. You are still young, you will understand it slowly."

Pretending to be mysterious and acting crazy?

I'm going to jump up and strike you with my sword, smashing your dog head into pieces. Stop pretending.

However, this old guy's methods were indeed a bit strange, the kind that Ren Ye had rarely encountered before.

The fat dragon turned his head and looked around before walking to a wall.

He looked at a brass lamp hanging on the wall and turned it slightly to the left.

"Crack!"

The wall cracked, revealing a small secret room.

The two looked at each other and walked in.

……

There were no mechanisms in the secret room, nor any valuable magic weapons or props, only some bottles and jars that emitted bloody or smelly odors.

I think these are all poisons that Huang the Hermit secretly made, or some aphrodisiacs. After all, he has two wives, and he is not young anymore.

"These things are useless." The fat dragon walked to a table and reached out to open the drawer.

The two looked down and saw some secret letters, a blue-covered book, and several poison recipes in the drawer.

Leaving aside the secret letter, let’s just say that the two of them each picked up the classics and poison recipes and quickly started searching through them.

After a while, Ren Ye held up the poison recipe and said, "Your recollection technique is indeed very useful. I found it. Here is a poison recipe. The poison produced is colorless and tasteless, and can make a large number of supernatural powers lose their combat power in a short period of time."

"The book also matches." The fat dragon said, "There are many disguise methods recorded in it, and one of them is very suitable for you and me. Not only can we change into someone else's appearance, but we can even make our auras the same as others. However, we need to take the target person's blood and hair."

As soon as they finished speaking, they both heard the reminder from the Star Gate.

[Congratulations to Mr. Buddha and Big Fat Dragon for successfully finding the forbidden source medicine prescription. This item can make the third-level medium-quality or lower supernatural powers lose their star source power within two incense sticks, but it is ineffective against some supernatural powers who practice special skills, such as the ultimate martial arts, and the fierce generals who are immune to all poisons. ]

[Congratulations to Mr. Buddha and Big Fat Dragon for successfully finding the third-level rare book "The Secret Method of Co-birth". According to this secret method, the disguise pill can not only change a person's appearance, but also change their own aura, as if they were born with the target person. ]

After the two of them finished listening, Big Fat Dragon spoke first: "The hint of this forbidden source medicine prescription is very straightforward. It is only effective against the guards of Crouching Tiger Temple, but it should not be able to control Niu Xi, who practices the ultimate martial arts."

"Yes, but this secret method of Tongsheng is very effective." Ren also replied.

As he spoke, Fat Dragon picked up the secret letter from the drawer and glanced at it roughly with Ren Ye.

Among them was a letter that contained a lot of information.

"Lord Rat, you see the words as the face:

The first batch of poison prepared for Commander Niu Xi has been quietly sent to Wohu Temple.

Moreover, I made an agreement with his two bodyguards that they would come to get poison every three days as a reserve for when we start a rebellion.

If war breaks out again on the border, this poison will surely play a huge role.

In addition, I have also taken note of Lord Shu's instructions. I will secretly monitor Niu Xi's actions, but it is still unclear whether he is truly loyal to the court and His Majesty, so it may take a long time to observe. "

After reading the letter, Ren Ye was a little surprised: "It seems that you did guess right. There is really a powerful force behind this Mr. Huang, and he is the emperor of the Lich Kingdom. The butler just now should be the one who is going to Crouching Tiger Temple to inform Niu Xi."

The fat dragon's expression remained unchanged, and he only replied softly: "It seems that I accidentally saved your life."

"Even if you don't take action, it doesn't mean that I will definitely fall into his trap. Besides, you and I have different views on this matter. Even if I know that Mr. Huang has problems, I may not use your method to deal with it." Ren was also very rational. There was no complaint or argument in his words: "However, you did help me solve the crisis and made me feel more relaxed. Most importantly, you made me make money, which is very grateful."

"Haha." The fat dragon laughed: "That's well-reasoned and convincing."

After Ren Ye finished reading all the letters, he suddenly had an idea: "The letter said that Master Huang not only made poison for the court, but also had to monitor Niu Xi for Lord Rat. This means that he is not Niu Xi's man, but only works for the emperor. Secondly, this almost indirectly proves that Niu Xi has defected to the court, and asked Master Huang to make poison, most likely for the purpose of going to war with the witch master in the future."

"The information revealed in this letter is only Mr. Huang's one-sided statement and cannot be used as evidence." Big Fat Dragon frowned and said, "However, this letter was clearly written by him to Lord Rat, so why is it still here? Hasn't it been sent out?"

"It's possible that it's a useless letter with incorrect wording." Ren Ye waved his hand and said, "This matter is not important. What's important is that we have very important information and a way to enter Crouching Tiger Temple."

"Solution? What solution?" The fat dragon held up his chin, looked at Ren Ye with innocent eyes and asked.

Ren Ye walked around the house and said with a serious mind, "Niu Xi's men come to get medicine every three days. There must be relevant records for such activities. We can check the small house in the backyard to see when the medicine was last taken, and then we can wait and see."

The fat dragon's eyes lit up: "Brother, you are really smart. There are exactly two guards who are going to get the medicine... We can use secret methods to pretend to be them and enter Crouching Tiger Temple."

Ren nodded slowly: "Yes, so we have to find the person who delivered the medicine last time first..."

"No need to look for it. I just used the secret method of asking spirits to recall memories and got this information." Big Fat Dragon said with a smile, "As of this morning, it's exactly three days before the deadline. Those two will definitely come."

The two looked at each other for a while, then grinned with lewd expressions.

……

It was ten o'clock in the morning and half past noon.

Ren was squatting in the cellar, staring at Mr. Huang and his family lying neatly on the ground.

Front entrance.

The fat dragon stood by the wall, eating cakes with his head down, and muttered softly, "Oh, Master Rat, you sound so majestic."

“Dang, dang…!”

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of knocking on the door was heard.

The fat dragon swallowed the last piece of cake, walked to the door, put on a smile, and opened the door.

The two men in cloth turned their heads and looked around. One of them asked, "Where's Old You?"

"Hehe, he's feeling a little unwell and is in the inner courtyard." The fat dragon made way and said politely, "The master told you to go directly to the small room, please follow me."

The two looked at each other and walked into the yard.

"Squeak!"

The fat dragon wiped the pastry crumbs from the corner of his mouth and showed a charming smile on his face.

……

A moment later, a voice came from above the cellar: "Master Buddha, come out and collect the bodies."

"You're killing people left and right, and you come here to buy supplies? I hate the smell of blood too, I'm not going." Ren Ye shouted back.

"I'll give you five thousand star sources." The fat dragon replied.

"Okay, sir, I'll climb up right away." Ren also replied, thinking to himself, "This Star Gate is so hateful that they don't even allow the team members from Qingliang Mansion to come. Damn, this place is full of stupid, rich, and complaining people. If Lao Liu, Ai Fei, and Xu Bangzi all come in and serve other bosses one-on-one... Damn, maybe they will really be financially free!"