Chapter 162 Killer

After reading it, Chen Lang fell into a brief thought.

He was well aware of the nature of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Once it was truly used, there would be casualties. He really did not want to use it unless it was necessary.

Even Zhong Haoran was warning him, which showed that this matter was indeed sensitive. He had a rough sense of proportion. He was able to speak so confidently in the previous alliance negotiations because he had something to rely on and was confident that he could persuade Qingmu Sect to withdraw.

But if he uses the flag to kill someone this time, causing public outrage and getting banned, there would be no way to deal with it. Zhong Haoran might not help him. The mission is a big deal for him, but Zhong Haoran might not care.

But without the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he was not sure if he could deal with those opponents who "mastered power beyond the foundation-building level". Lu Youzhi's Fengming Furnace surprised him, so he had to guard against these people's methods.

"Family, family. Everything is decided by the family."

He was very clear about this. If he was like Lu Youzhi, with the support of his family and a Jindan master to vent his anger, how could Lu Ming and Old Bidden have the chance to take action?
Just use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, who dares to ban it?

It is precisely because he is alone that he has so many troubles.

Zhong Haoran is his master, not his parents. It's okay to rely on him for small things, but if he still relies on him when he encounters big things, he is a fool.

It depends on the system.

Of course, there is no need to blame others. Being alone, he dares to be carefree.

Rules are dead, but people are alive. If you try to frame me with just one restriction, then all the tasks I, Chen Lang, have done would be in vain.

"It's as if I can't do anything without the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

……

There were still more than two months before the ancestor worship ceremony, so Chen Lang was not in a hurry. He returned to his residence and took out some silver and money. He did not have much money left, only about 70,000 or 80,000 spirit stones. However, the sect's messenger recently sent him another sum of money, more than 30,000, which was his treatment as the owner of the Yanxi Mine.

He hasn't been there since he returned to the sect. It seems that those skinny monkeys are doing a good job and the place has not been reoccupied by the Pingtian Sect or the Qingmu Sect.

Of course, it is also possible that the Pingtian Sect is too busy to take action, and the Qingmu Sect is reluctant to do so due to their alliance.

"Where can we find the killer?"

After organizing the 100,000 spirit stones, Chen Lang thought for a moment. As long as he could kill his opponent quietly, or at least severely injure him, this situation could be broken, and at least he could be of some help.

But the prerequisite is that the killer must be strong enough, at least at the Jindan level, and the relationship must be distant enough to avoid being found out that he did it.

This is not easy to find.

"The Southern Leader? No way." Chen Lang ruled out this option first. He already knew about the Southern Leader. If he told him about this plan, he would definitely report it immediately.

"Black Priest?"

Chen Lang thought again of Lord Niu Ma who appeared that day. They should be able to do it, as they were suitable in terms of cultivation and identity, but he could not contact the other black priests, and he did not want to contact the Pingtian Sect during this period. He did not want to start this branch line now.

After much thought, there is no real candidate.

A cultivator at this level would most likely not dare to provoke any of the various families.

Or... a killer outside?
Chen Lang's mind moved, and he left his coordinates at the sect. Then he summoned the Breaking Waves Boat, took the 100,000 spirit stones he had collected, and left the Tianjian Sect.

He did not dare to delay and headed in the direction away from Qingmu Sect, because there was probably someone waiting for him there.

Without any destination or plan, after flying for a whole day, a city appeared before our eyes.

The city was not small, so he put away the flying boat and went down to inquire. He found out that they were already out of the territory of the Tianjian Sect.

This is the territory of the Endless Gate.

"Wuzhongmen? I have some impression of them." Chen Lang remembered that old Biden who drove the ancient chariot seemed to be from Wuzhongmen. He always came to join in the fun when there was a big event.

Today it's my turn to harm you.

Entering the city, Chen Lang walked quickly along the streets, looking at the small advertisements on the walls to see if there were any that offered to hire a killer.

but.

But it doesn't matter.

Chen Lang stopped in front of the largest house in the entire city, held his breath, walked over the wall, then climbed over it and entered the inner hall.

An elegantly dressed old man was half lying on a bamboo chair basking in the sun.

Chen Lang put on a human skin mask, jumped out from the shadows, pulled out a rattan stick that he had taken from Zhao Yuerou, and swung it at the master.

"Who!" The old man stood up suddenly, his aura bursting out, his cultivation level was as high as the initial stage of foundation building.

"Your grandpa."

Chen Lang quickly stepped forward, slapped his true energy into his body, and quickly sealed all the energy points. Finally, he tied him up with vines and hung him on the pomegranate tree next to him.

laugh!
The Seven-Star Sword was stuck in the tree trunk, shining brightly.

"Don't shout, don't scream." Chen Lang said lightly, lying on the bamboo chair.

"Young man, I'm a good citizen. I can give you money or anything else you want. We can talk it out!" The old man was still calm. His voice trembled slightly, but he didn't shout.

Chen Lang shook his head.

"So what do you want? I can give it to you!"

"Kill you."

The master's eyes went dark for a moment, and he was very unwilling. "Who sent you? I want to die knowing the truth."

"you guess."

The old man tried hard to recall, but couldn't guess which one it was. He gradually collapsed and gave up guessing. "Your underground network's killers are really getting more and more unprincipled. I hired you before, and the protection hasn't expired yet. Are you going to kill your employer too?"

"Ground net?"

Chen Lang sat up and asked, "Can the underground network hire assassins?"

The master had already thought about how to write his suicide note, but he was confused by this sudden sentence, "Are you not a killer from the underground network?"

"No."

Chen Lang replied: "I'm here to hire a killer. How strong is this underground network? How do we get in touch? Please tell me in detail."

"Fuck."

The master almost cursed, "Just ask whatever you want, why did you tie me up?"
But the other party didn't want to kill him, which was a good thing, so he confessed honestly:

“The underground network is not weak, but the information inside is very secretive. I really don’t know what organization it is or who organized it. I just know a few people who have ways to get to know the masters inside.

As for strength, I have seen people with your level of cultivation, and there are those who are even stronger.

By the way, I heard that recently a leader of a temple was killed by someone from the underground network. He had already broken through the Golden Core Realm ten years ago."

As for the golden elixir, then you have found the right person.

"Is there any contact information?" Chen Lang asked.

"Have."

The master said, "There is an old locust tree in the north of the city. Hang a sign on it with the meeting place, and someone will come to meet you."

"Thank you very much." Chen Lang bowed and left.

"Put me down!"

Chen Lang jumped out of the yard and came to the north of the city. As expected, he saw a huge old locust tree with a few small wooden signs hanging underneath, tied with red ropes, which looked like wishing signs.

What happened more often was that the wires were broken and the signs were pulled away.

He tore one off at random and saw that there was indeed a location written on it: a teahouse.

"It seems that's right."

However, he did not hang up a sign, but sat cross-legged on the spot and began waiting for the right person.

After waiting for two hours, when it was almost dusk, a brave man dressed as a farmer and wearing a bamboo hat walked under the tree and tore off a sign.

At this time, Chen Lang stood up.

"Are you the killer of the underground network?"

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(End of this chapter)