The villain's daily corpse collection

"Boss, give me ten jars of pepper rain!" A group of people pushed open the door of the tavern and shouted to the boss.

Yuan Xiang was sitting on the second floor and his thoughts were interrupted by the noise. He frowned slightly and lowered his head, and saw the figures of the group of people through the gap in the stairs.

They were a group of people dressed as monks, wearing long robes with plain gold, carrying various magical instruments on their backs. They seemed to be exhausted and well prepared.

In his impression, the sect represented by this set of clothing was the Congshan Sect. He had made a special note of it in the Water Official Temple before entering the secret realm.

Not knowing why they came, Yuan Xiang suddenly remembered what Wang Wu had told him. Perhaps these people came to repair the sea boundary barrier?

In that case, he would go and ask, perhaps the concerns raised by Wang Wu could be directly dispelled.

Just as he was about to go downstairs to find the leading disciple of Congshan Sect, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and this time the force seemed even more overbearing and tyrannical.

The fragile door was attacked again and again by extraordinary forces. The boss saw it and felt pain in his heart. He decided not to spend their money to repair the door!

The boss, who was about to speak, saw the aggressive attitude of this group of people and was worried that other items in the store would be damaged if they angered them, so he chose to hold back.

It's not that she can really stand it, but the wine cups and wine pots in her shop are all treasured for many years. They have been kept for many years without being broken. Maybe the people of Fuyuan are generally very stable, and these people are obviously from outside...

"Hmph, ten jars? Boss, we want twenty jars of Huadiao!" The latecomer was so eager to win that he insisted on competing here.

The boss agreed with a smile, but she was still worried. She prayed silently that they would not get into a fight while drinking.

“It’s said that the people from your Lin’an Palace have been recruited by that powerful princess and have become well-educated. But seeing you like this...tsk tsk, you’re nothing special!” The disciple at the table of Congshan Sect held a jar of wine and said provocatively to the latecomers next to him.

"Humph, you think you can make me, a disciple of Lin'an Palace, argue with your poor and remote sect with just a few words. You are really naive!"

If one looks closely, several disciples of Lin'an Palace could not help wanting to stand up, but were pinned down by the spiritual power of the leader.

"Tsk, your mouth is much harder than your sword!" the Congshan Sect disciple retorted.

"Big Brother..." Someone in the team frowned in dissatisfaction.

The senior brother of Lin'an Palace still looked calm. He drank a few sips of Huadiao and smacked his lips as if he was savoring the flavor. When the Congshan clan members at the opposite table were about to speak again, they interrupted them with great calculation, "How can such worldly people like you be worthy of a divine weapon! How dare you follow us all the way?"

"That's right! What do Congshan think of himself as a learned scholar? But after all he has learned, he is still a mess? The old leader of your sect is also like this! They are indeed in the same group, like master, like disciple!" A disciple of Lin'an Palace immediately took over the conversation.

"What bullshit are you talking about! You dare to slander our leader? You are courting death!"

"Crack!" Sure enough, it broke.

The boss looked helpless and picked up the abacus to start calculating the bill.

"..."

There was an endless quarrel below, and Yuan Xiang was glad that he had chosen a good position, near the window and comfortable.

However, he realized that he seemed to have missed some useful information.

Artifact? !

Is the artifact they are talking about the one that Mo Wei and the others are looking for? And among this group of people, there are people whose voices sound slightly familiar.

Yuan Xiang didn't want to get involved, but if he happened to get this clue, wouldn't it make it easier for them to act?

After spending so much time together, he already considered everyone a friend.

No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless his former master Du Ximiao was, who left him and Ni Yun on the road to becoming kings, he would never be the kind of person who would abandon friendship.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xiang, who was full of enthusiasm for his friend, no longer avoided it. He went downstairs directly with the wine jug, preparing to get closer so that it would be easier to find out about the artifact.

As expected, when people from both sides came out to fight, the spectators sitting in the corner who knew something about the situation began to discuss in whispers.

"Why does the artifact they're talking about sound so familiar to me?"

"Oh, have you forgotten? Some time ago, there were quite a few people dressed similarly to them. What are they called? Yes, they are monks. The artifact they are looking for has the ability to reach the sky!"

"What function? It's so mysterious. Don't keep me in suspense."

"That artifact seems to be a pair of glass earrings. Wearing one can easily hear any sound thousands of miles away. Wearing the other can hear the words of birds, beasts, insects and ants!"

"That's not all! I heard that if you wear a pair, you can hear other people's thoughts!"

"Reading minds? So magical... Then where is this earring now?"

"It was originally found in an ancient tomb in this area, and a tomb raider brought it out. I heard that it appeared on the black market before, but I don't know what happened after that. Maybe that's why so many outsiders have been fighting for it recently."

"We ordinary people are not blessed with this kind of thing, so just listen to it."

Yuan Xiang heard it clearly from the side: "This earring sounds very much like the artifact Mo Wei is looking for."

He had secretly paid attention to the artifacts he found before. Although he didn't know what they were used for in the end, in their original form, they looked very much like various parts of the human body.

So, this earring may refer to the ear.

Hearing this, Yuan Xiang was ready to find a way to send a message to Wang Wei immediately. At this time, the two major sects that were arguing on the side suddenly quieted down, and the eldest disciple headed by Lin'an Palace walked straight to Yuan Xiang's table.

"Guard Yuan? How are you?"

Yuan Xiang didn't expect that he would be remembered by this troublesome person.

This disciple had stayed with An Zhongyan for a while, and Yuan Xiang naturally remembered him after seeing his face.

"Why didn't you stay with that crazy woman and be a dog? Why did you come to this far north? You're not here for the artifact, are you?" The eldest disciple headed by Lin'an Palace laughed coldly, "You really don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"

The disciples around him stood up, looking as if they were going to eat Yuan Xiang alive.

"You are disrespectful to His Highness. I think you are the one who doesn't know your place." Yuan Xiang held the hilt of the knife, ready to fight against everyone at any time.

"Look at you, you are so disheveled and shabby, maybe you were abandoned by that lunatic!"

The repeated provocative words made Yuan Xiang clench his fists, ready to deliver a punch regardless of the consequences. At this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open by a group of people again. However, this time the force was just right, so that the door stopped steadily in a place where it would not be hit.

A chill came from outside the door, and the ground was instantly frozen into ice by the flying frost.

Yuan Xiang looked outside the door in surprise. The people outside were none other than Wang Wei and his group.

The people from Lin'an Palace and Congshan Sect were horrified to find that they were fixed in place and unable to move. They didn't even feel the external spiritual power, but their life and death were already controlled by someone.

"Yuan Xiang, why are you still standing there? Don't you want to come over?" Wang Wei smiled at Yuan Xiang.