Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 961 - Capítulo 961: 388: Fog Day
Capítulo 961: Chapter 388: Fog Day
Xiao Ning had always felt that Fu Han Yuan was the leader of this group of people.
Not having seen him during the day today, he was already curious.
But he didn’t expect that at night, Su Mo was cohabiting with Yang Xiaoyun in one room.
Although he couldn’t make out Yang Xiaoyun’s identity, judging by her hairstyle, he knew she was married.
What was Su Mo doing to be served in someone’s house, let alone enter their room?
He was momentarily stunned and blurted out.
But as soon as the words escaped his lips, he wished he could smack himself several times.
To say such a thing was to court death and secrecy, wasn’t it?
Having stumbled upon such a secret was simply too much!
Su Mo was speechless at this remark, while Yang Xiaoyun burst into laughter and pinched Su Mo’s arm mercilessly:
“Blame yourself for fooling around with a kid.”
Su Mo was at a loss, reached out and knocked on Xiao Ning’s head:
“This is my lady.”
“Huh?”
Xiao Ning still didn’t understand what was going on as Wei Ziyi ran out of the room.
Her gaze swept over, just catching sight of the Shopkeeper sneaking upstairs, her brow immediately furrowed:
“Go downstairs.”
She had long been in a high position, and even in front of Su Mo, she maintained an air of authority.
In truth, her presence was commanding.
These two words didn’t contain anger but were enough to demand respect.
The Shopkeeper shuddered and quickly disappeared from the stairway.
After getting rid of the Shopkeeper, Wei Ziyi looked at Su Mo:
“The kid is poisoned, Little Situ is treating, it’s not serious.”
“Okay.”
Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze back to Xiao Ning:
“What on earth happened?”
Only then did Xiao Ning understand that Su Mo was the true master.
But by then, it was too late to worry about that, so he quickly recounted the events of the evening.
This matter was somewhat related to Su Mo.
Before leaving that evening, Su Mo pulled him aside and asked him to do something.
For Xiao Ning, it was actually quite simple.
He was asked to find those little pals who were “hired” as “guides” and inquire about the appearance of those who hired them, and whether they revealed any names.
Su Mo instructed him not to ask directly but to probe subtly.
Getting something useful would be great, but even gaining nothing wouldn’t matter.
It’s just that the family’s Master was very curious.
If he succeeded, he would be rewarded with ten taels of silver.
Xiao Ning had no doubts, and tonight went off to busy himself with the task.
Everything went smoothly.
His pals had no suspicion of him.
During casual chat, he went to each one of them and nearly completed the task Su Mo assigned him.
He forced himself to memorize everything, thinking of heading home.
But when he arrived at the doorstep, opening the door, he saw two figures flash over the rooftop.
Those were clearly high-level experts of Jianghu.
In his curiosity, his sister heard the door open and asked him what happened.
Knowing his sister was okay, he realized those two weren’t after them, immediately reassured her, saying he had a task to complete, and sneakily followed those two figures.
Normally, a half-grown kid who couldn’t even do martial arts would never catch up with those masters.
Yet those two left behind traces due to their ongoing duel.
Having done every kind of job since childhood, as long as it was profitable, Xiao Ning didn’t mind trying it out, showing much courage.
He had experience hunting in the mountains and catching fish in the water.
Following those traces, he indeed found them.
Approaching quietly, he saw one of them was the Third Uncle from Aunt Wang Er’s family across the street, standing there holding a chicken leg, chewing heartily.
The other was a sickly-looking man, whose ordinary clothes exuded an inexplicably noble vibe.
Both seemed to have concerns, standing in the woods, conversing.
He heard the Third Uncle sigh, saying:
“You’ve been dormant for seven years, I thought you were dead in some obscure corner.”
“Of those who practice the Five Transformation Demon Skill, eight out of ten meet untimely deaths, but you are lucky.”
“Not only haven’t you died, but your demon skills have advanced.”
“It’s truly unpleasant.”
The sickly man in response gave a cold laugh, seemingly wanting to say something, but as he opened his mouth, he fell into a coughing fit.
His face appeared terribly pale.
He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, as though fresh blood awaited to spill.
Feeling a bit relieved, he coldly laughed, saying:
“Old poisonous insect, minding others’ business.”
“Ever since your actions on Chi Yan Island, I knew you would come to Gupiao Island.”
“But if you just came, why bother dragging me along?”
“The secret in the Poison Dragon Pill Scripture isn’t known only to me.”
“Everyone knows it’s deceit, yet everyone has their own agenda.”
“You seek yours, I seek mine, and there’s no need to clash.”
“You must mind this case, why? Is that Qianyuan Palm Ling Yuanke your father?”
“Shut your mother’s filthy mouth; if he were to be my grandson, I would still think him small.”
The Third Uncle was suddenly enraged.
“Then why, old poisonous insect, do you insist on poking your nose into this business?”
That sickly man shook his head gently:
“Hey, it’s amusing to say.
“Now, who has gathered on this island?
