The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

Tang Si shone the torch on the ground and saw a fat cat with a pitch-black body.

Now he was lying quietly on the ground, having died at the hands of Fukuko's sword.

"This must be someone's pet." Fuzi walked forward and kicked it, but its fat body didn't move at all.

Tang Zhongbai looked into the room with the help of the lamplight. The room was very large, with long knives and fishing rods hanging on the wall, and a large, strange white garment hanging on the hanger. There was no one in the room.

Tang Zhongbai walked out of the house and went to the opposite side.

This room was also open, and the furnishings were the same as the one opposite, except for the addition of a large, strange white coat. It was also empty.

Tang Zhongbai understood clearly that these two rooms must be the residences of the three guards. As for the remaining two rooms, if one was for the little leader, then could the last one be for the man Liu Chuan said they had never seen?

Tang Zhongbai gestured to indicate that the last two rooms were occupied by the most dangerous and powerful people on the ship, and asked everyone to be careful.

This time, they didn't push the door directly. Tang Zhongbai and Tang Si guarded the door on the right. Jiang Muxia looked at him, then knocked gently on the door on the left and asked, "Is anyone there?"

As expected, no one answered. She raised her hand and knocked again, then asked, "Is anyone there?"

Still no answer.

After repeating this three times, there was still no answer in the room. She nodded at Tang Zhongbai, kicked the door open, and quickly moved to the side.

After making sure there was no response in the room, she walked to the door and poked her head inside. The room was pitch black.

She raised the torch and walked in quietly.

She looked around the room as she walked. This room had one more partition than the previous two.

There were only low tables in the outer room, no stools or chairs, and a futon was placed in front of the low tables. Sandalwood was lit in the room, and the fragrance was fragrant. There was no one in the outer room. The door of the side room was ajar. Looking through the crack in the door, there was a faint white light in the room, which did not seem to be the light of candlelight.

Tang Zhongbai whispered in her ear: "This is the light of the night pearl. I have seen it at my mother's place."

Jiang Muxia smacked her lips. How big must the night-shining pearl be to emit such a white light? It is true that money can blind people. No matter how much it costs, they are willing to work for others.

The two men hid by the door and pushed it open with the tips of their swords. There was no movement in the room.

Tang Zhongbai stopped her and stuck his head in to look inside, but there was no one on the couch.

He walked into the room with confidence, opened the closet, and carefully checked under the couch, but there was no one there.

"There's no one here." He took the night pearl from the low table in front of the couch, wrapped it in a handkerchief and stuffed it into his arms.

"There's no one here. There's only one room opposite. If there's no one in there, then he or she must have run away." Jiang Muxia left quickly and rushed to the door opposite. Just as he was about to kick the door, it opened.

The door was neither blown open nor accidentally knocked open, but was opened from the inside.

The four men were alarmed and raised their weapons in a defensive posture.

The door was open, and the room was as bright as day. The white light shone on the man's face, making his already transparent white skin look even more like white jade. The man was handsome, dressed in white, and the smile on his face was as gentle as spring breeze, which made people let down their guard against him.

He looked at the four people in front of him, and his voice as gentle as jade rang out, "Dear guests, please come inside to talk."

After he scanned everyone, his eyes suddenly fixed on Jiang Muxia, with a mixture of surprise and confusion in his eyes, "Miss, how are you? We met many years ago. I didn't expect that your appearance hasn't changed at all after so many years. Mr. Chu deceived us so badly."

Jiang Muxia knew that he had mistaken her for Chu Xin. Thinking of how her death had caused her brother to suffer for nothing, she no longer had a favorable impression of him.

She replied directly: "You have the wrong person. I am not Chu Xin. You are the culprit for her death."

The man in white said with a sigh, and then smiled, "What happened back then was an unintentional mistake. Since Mr. Chu is unwilling to help, the hatred between us can be considered settled."

With just one sentence, he brushed aside a person's life. It was really hateful.

He invited the four people into the house again. Jiang Muxia turned his back, not wanting to pay any more attention to such a bad guy.

Now she just wanted to attack him and help her brother avenge the murder of her junior sister.

The four people stood there without moving. Three of them didn't know who he was, but they knew that since he was on this ship, he must not be a good person.

"Why, are you scared? You are not afraid of killing so many people like me, so how can you four people with extraordinary martial arts be afraid of a weak person like me?"

The man was about twenty years old, and judging from his appearance and language, he looked like a Han Chinese.

Could this be the man Liu Chuan mentioned who had never shown up?

Tang Zhongbai stopped the three people outside the door and said, "I'll go with you. You three wait for me outside."

"Young Master..." Tang Si said anxiously. He felt that this man was no ordinary person. If he let the young master go in alone, and something happened, even ten lives of his would not be enough to compensate his wife.

"Zhong Bai." Jiang Muxia was also worried. This person was so strong-willed. He knew that all his people were killed by them, but he could still maintain a cheerful mood. I am not afraid of the enemy's ferocity, but I am afraid of the enemy's gentleness. The soft knife is the most deadly.

"Don't worry, girl. You can all go with me. I have no ill intentions and will not hurt you." The man in white had a smile on his face. He seemed to have an inexplicable charm that made people feel an inexplicable liking for his words.

The four of them entered the house with him. The moment the door was closed, they all smelled a strong odor of medicine in the house.

Jiang Muxia frowned and blurted out the question in her mind, "Who else is in the room? What disease does he have?"

The man in white was startled, then grinned and said, "You are really smart, young lady. My young master has been in poor health since he was young. The master has looked for many places, but only this place is suitable for him to recuperate, so he sent us here to guard. It has been a few years, and although the young master's illness has not worsened, it has not improved. We had no choice but to stay here to accompany him. I didn't expect to offend you all today. I am really sorry."

His humble attitude made people think that he was the victim. Jiang Muxia could not help but scold him coldly: "So you surrounded Wuquan Villa and didn't let them go out, and didn't let the people nearby come here to fish? You, a Japanese, dared to stir up trouble in the land of my Dawu Dynasty. You are really bold."

The man in white raised his eyebrows, "Miss, you have such an impatient temper. How can those ignorant civilians compare with my young master? It is their blessing to be able to help my young master."

She was furious. These beasts drank the blood of the people and dared not take the people into consideration. How despicable. She had already drawn her whip. If he said another word of nonsense, she would kill him on the spot.

There were bursts of coughing from the inner room, and a weak and childish voice came out, "Tian Yi, don't be rude."