Skilled in managing a house

Zhang Yu raised his feet and wanted to look into the room, but he couldn't see what was going on inside.

Because, not only were there people watching, but there were also four men in black standing at the door of the room.

"Teng Teng Teng..." "Teng Teng Teng..."...

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps downstairs.

Zhang Yu and others heard the sound and turned to look over. Then they saw a man in white robes, surrounded by six or seven men in black, coming up from the stairs and rushing towards them.

The leading man in white robes could be about forty years old. When he saw so many people blocking the door of the room, he immediately shouted displeasedly: "You have nothing to do with me, so you can just do whatever you have to do?"

Everyone saw the stewards of the black market coming. Even though they all had great status in the country, this was their territory after all.

They dispersed one after another, but they also wanted to see what was going on, so no one left yet. Zhang Yu and Zhang Yinling, like the others, scattered aside.

At the same time, people in the room seemed to hear sounds outside, and someone was walking outside.

"Get out of the way!" an old man's voice sounded in the room.

When the four men guarding the door of the room heard his voice, they subconsciously turned their heads and glanced, then stepped aside.

The old man quickly walked to the door of the room, followed by two middle-aged men behind him.

The man in white robe also walked to the door of the room. He looked at the old man and said, "I just heard the report that someone was dead."

"That's right, our young master was killed!" the old man said in a deep voice.

The people who come here are all in disguise, so it's hard to see their faces. But the cold light could already be seen in the old man's eyes.

"I'll go in and see how people died," the man in white robe said.

"You... are not qualified..." the old man said in a deep voice: "Let the people in your black market have the final say..."

The man in white robe was obviously stunned. He had never seen anyone in the black market dare to talk to him like this.

The man in white robe immediately said: "Who are you? Do you know where this place is?"

"Of course I know, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to find the one who has the final say..." the old man said in a deep voice.

"I need to see the corpse before I can decide what to do according to the procedure!" The man in white robe said without showing any signs of weakness.

"If it's other matters, you can naturally follow the rules of your black market. But in this matter, your black market rules won't work... What you say doesn't count, so you have to let the person who has the final say in your black market come to see you. Me!" the old man said forcefully.

Some of the people watching around have been to the black market, and some have never been to the black market. In everyone's mind, the black market is a mysterious place with extremely strong strength. Otherwise, it would have been destroyed long ago.

But this old man dares to talk to people in the black market like this. It is not difficult to see that this old man not only has strong strength, but also has a tough background.

Once they saw such a good show, everyone present was even more unwilling to leave.

The man in white robe was obviously stunned by the old man's toughness. He hesitated and said: "If you want to see what we say here, and you don't plan to abide by the rules of our black market, then you have to let me have an explanation... …”

"The explanation is very simple..." the old man said, suddenly raising his right palm, and a red script immediately appeared on his right palm.

Immediately afterwards, the old man raised his hand and struck the man in white robe.

The man in white robe instantly felt a burst of heat in front of him, and he subconsciously took a few steps back. When he looked at the old man again, he was already standing there calmly with his hands behind his back.

"You..." The man in white robe immediately pointed at the old man and shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"

The men who came with the man in white robe also put on their posture, as if they would take action immediately if the man in white robe gave an order.

The old man said calmly: "You asked me to give you an explanation. Isn't this explanation enough... Go back and tell you what I said here... Just tell me what tricks I used..."

Hearing this, the man in white robe secretly took a deep breath, and the arrogance he had just felt disappeared in an instant.

Because people who dare to say such things are usually not easy to mess with.

Especially the old man's move, it was obvious that he didn't want to hurt him, but when it was shot, it was not only extremely hot, but the heat was even suffocating.

The man in white robe thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then you wait."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Everyone couldn't help but whisper, "What kind of trick is this?" "I don't know." "Look at the seal script in his hand, it seems to be very powerful." "He can directly type seal script in his hand, which sect is this?" Means?" "I don't know either."...

Zhang Yu was also surprised. He had never seen such a skill before.

The old man raised his palm and was able to create a seal script. He didn't know what kind of seal script it was.

Zhang Yu had seen Ye Buli's Maoshan Lingtu, and he was even able to imitate a similar one, called the Wudang Lingtu. However, this seems to be completely different from the trick used by the old man. Because the spirit map is only effective against evil spirits and does no harm to people. And the old man's tricks can obviously hurt people.

This made Zhang Yu secretly murmur, what kind of trick is this? The world is so vast, there are indeed many surprises. Although he has reached the level of a mage, he is probably still lagging behind the masters in the world.

Everyone was talking and waiting. Time passed little by little. About twenty minutes passed, and a series of footsteps sounded downstairs.

Everyone looked together and soon saw more than ten people coming from the stairs.

There were three people leading the way. The middle one was wearing a purple robe. He should be less than fifty years old. He was a burly and very rugged man. To the left of the purple-robed man was a quiet middle-aged man in white robes. Zhang Yu and others recognized this man at a glance. He was the great protector they saw yesterday. To the right side of the purple-robed man is a middle-aged man in red robe. This middle-aged man has a Chinese character face, a majestic appearance, and is full of righteousness. It feels a bit like Chu Zhenhuan.

The three of them walked hand in hand in front, and a group of men in black gathered behind them. When they were approaching the door of the room, a middle-aged man in white robe came around from behind. He was the guy who had just been forced back by the old man.

This guy looked a little groveling in front of these three people. After he walked around, he immediately said: "This is it..."

Immediately, he looked at the old man standing at the door and said carelessly: "What you are looking for has the final say, and now it's here!"

"You three are the ones who decide what is said in the black market..." The old man looked at the three of them.

The man in purple robe, the man in white robe, and the man in red robe stood at the door hand in hand. The man in red robe said: "We know your origin, what is going on?"

"Our young master stayed in this room last night. When I knocked on the door this morning, no one opened the door. I called someone from the hotel, opened the door, and walked in. Our young master was actually dead..." The old man This time, his tone of voice was a little gentler.