It’s a bit unaccustomed to be a supporting role for the first time [Quick Transmigration]

There was a bang, thunder and lightning.

The heavy rain that had been holding back for a long time finally fell.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the ground heavily, and puddles were formed on the bluestone roads in the old streets.

It was misty and misty, and after a while, there was no one on the street, and many shops also closed their doors slightly.

The moon-by-month building was overcast, and it was the first time since the building was built that it had such a big somersault.

The two not only stole the precious furnace, but also set fire to the underground dungeon. The heavy rain did not restore the loss.

The faces of the attendants were gloomy, and they felt that they might not survive tonight.

In the inner court, there was a row of men in black kneeling.

Wei Zheng looked angry and stared at them fiercely, showing his killing intent.

"Can't even subdue two people?! What's the use of you?!"

The leader of the man in black had a gloomy expression, "They are cheating, and their actions are not bright at all! They even drugged us!"

Wei Zheng: "..."

They have always been the ones playing dirty tricks, but this time they have tasted what it is like to be played tricks, and their emotions are very complicated.

"One is the leader of the Demon Sect, and the other is the young master of the Lu family. Both of them are sinister and vicious, and the city is extremely deep, so it's normal to fall into such a big stumble." Mrs. Chen Yu twisted her body and walked in, with a bit of ferocity in her voice.

Wei Zheng was stunned, "The leader of the Demon Cult? Is it Huabuwen from Wufenggu?"

Mrs. Chen Yu curled her lips, "Otherwise, who else could it be?"

As if all the strength in his body had been taken away, Wei Zheng collapsed on the stool with a terrified face, "Why did he appear in Belvedere? This place should be a place he would never set foot in because of his disgust!"

Mrs. Chen Yu was a little surprised, it was the first time she saw Wei Zheng being so emotional, "What's your reaction? You're just a vase leader, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Stupid! How do you think Yecheng disappeared?!" Wei Zheng's hoarse voice was full of fear.

"Didn't it become a dead city overnight after being infected with the plague?" Mrs. Chen Yu asked in confusion.

"It's not a plague at all, it's the poison of Hua Buwen, the green corpse Gu." Wei Zheng's pupils shrank and his face turned blue, as if he remembered something terrible. There were very few people. At that time, he was detained in the prison of the Criminal Ministry, and I was in charge of extorting a confession by torture."

Wei Zheng saw such a person for the first time, even though he was tortured in the darkest and filthiest hell, he was still arrogant and arrogant.

At first, Wei Zheng only thought that he was just pretending too well, but later he realized that it was not a disguise.

It's because that man himself crawled out of the most terrifying hell, and he doesn't care about anything, including himself.

Wei Zheng tried his best to control the panic in his heart, and asked, "Why did he come to grab the stove?"

Mrs. Chen Yu frowned: "I didn't find out the reason."

"He will definitely come again." Wei Zheng scratched his fingers nervously.

"The goods were taken away by them, why did they come again?" Mrs. Chen Yu was a little puzzled.

"Because he doesn't smell flowers."

It is Hua Buwen who will pay back a hundredfold.

The sound of the torrential rain was very loud, hitting the eaves and making a crackling sound.

The door of the Moon Building was kicked open vigorously.

"It's been a long time since this broken door is not pleasing to the eye." Hua Buwen retracted her long legs lazily, and tilted her head, "You have to guess a riddle and read a poem to enter your building. What's the matter? Look down on illiterate people?"

The handsome man was wearing a dark robe embroidered with scarlet patterns, as if stained with blood.

He was holding a navy blue rain paper umbrella, and fine raindrops slid down the rim of the umbrella, making a tinkling sound.

Behind him, there was mist, rain and mist, and the cold air pierced his bones.

"The leader came here suddenly, what's the matter? Why don't we set up some food and drink to catch up?" Wei Zheng stood on the round platform with a tense look on his face, his tone was calm, but the hands beside him trembled slightly.

Hua Buwen put down her umbrella, walked in slowly, looked up at the dozens of men in black standing in the hall, and said sarcastically: "Hey, in such a big banquet, do you want to kill people or catch up on the old days?"

Wei Zheng looked sincere, "Naturally, it's reminiscing about the old days."

The corner of Hua Buwen's mouth was filled with contempt, "It's really a coincidence, I'm here to kill people."

The sound of the rain became louder and louder, and a loud bang and thunder blasted into people's ears at the same time.

The doors and windows of the Accord upstairs were pierced by the shadow of a knife.

Inside, the luxuriously dressed royal family rich people sat there in horror, their faces were blue, and there were sharp blades with cold light on their necks.

"Ghost-faced killer..." Wei Zheng's pretended calm was instantly broken, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of fear.

The few people standing behind the rich men were dressed in dark robes, and they were imposing. They all wore masks of hellish ghosts on their faces.

Wei Zheng looked at Hua Buwen in disbelief, "How can you drive Ghost Face Killer?!"

Hua Buwen glanced at him indifferently, took out a black-toothed folding fan from his waist, and explained slowly: "Because they are members of the Demon Cult."

"What on earth do you want to do?!" Wei Zheng blushed, his eyes were bloodshot.

Hua Buwen lazily played with the folding fan in his hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Actually, I'm here to buy things." He paused for a moment, "I don't know, how much can you sell this month-by-month building?"

Lin Se flashed out of the darkness without anyone noticing, moved the grand master's chair and placed it behind Hua Buwen, and carefully spread a layer of velvet on it.

Hua Buwen thanked her in a low voice, and sat down on the chair a little tiredly, with one leg propped up, in an insolent posture.

"Let's follow the normal process. Let's let go of the murder first. I want to know about the price first. It seems that you can't make the decision. Let your boss come out and talk about it."

The man in black who was standing silently took a step back suddenly, and a childish voice came out, "Do you want to talk business with me?"

It's the dwarf who performs the box-slicing act.

His body was covered with exquisite ornaments, and the golden lights collided back and forth, like a walking money tree.

Hua Buwen rubbed her chin with interest, "It's really you. I didn't expect that the boss of Zhuyue Building would perform on stage in person. It's really admirable."

Tong Yue laughed twice, the childlike laughter was not innocent at all, but rather eerie and cold.

"I have long heard that the leader of the Demon Cult commits all kinds of crimes, murders like hemp, and does bad things very openly. I have been admiring the name for a long time. I originally wanted to make friends. Who would have thought that you would do such sneaky things on my territory. It’s not bright at all, which is really disappointing.”

Hua Buwen shook his head lightly, "I originally wanted to grab it, but you have so many people, it's hard to make a move, so I had to make a bad move." He squinted his eyes, "Fortunately, the people from this teacher came in time, If you can come here to support the scene, don't you immediately come to peace talks?"

"What exactly do you want?" Tong Yue asked coldly.

"Confidential letters between Zhuyuelou and the imperial family." Hua Buwen raised her bushy eyebrows slightly, her phoenix eyes were full of arrogance, "And, the branch workshop you set up in Bacheng."

Tong Yue seemed to have heard some big joke. He stroked the rich ornaments on his body, pinched his throat and said, "Do you think I will give it to you? It's so ridiculous."

Hua Buwen sighed, "That would be a pity."

A person was thrown in suddenly, and fell heavily on the round platform in the hall.

Jiuli stepped in with a cold air, his hair was half wet, and his black pupils were calm and deep, like an ancient well with no waves.

"This person is hidden a little bit tightly, and time is delayed."

Hua Buwen opened the folding fan, tapped lightly on the palm of his hand, "No, the time is just right."

Tong Yue looked at the man who was lying on the round platform and didn't know what to do, the blood on her face faded away.